A Man Works For Love, Not His Car.
Title: A Man Works For Love, Not His Car.
Rating: NC 17 (Massaging Kink)
Pairing & Characters: Fernando Torres / Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas / David Beckham (mentioned), Ángel Di María(mentioned), Xabi Alonso, David Villa, Pepe Reina, Alvaro Arbeloa, and Diego Forlan.
Words: 5845
Summary: "Ramos has got a ache in his shoulders and it's a bitch and oh, Atlectico Madrid :)" AU.
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
A/N: I started this on the 1st of March for a friend. So it took me l o l 28 days to finish it. Personally, I think it sucks ass. But she wanted it.
And before I get bashed out, no, I'm not trying to insult Villa. I love el guaje, trust me.
Why does it seem like I'm gonna post fics in between chapters for HTSBOF?
“You could have called.”
Sergio recognized the voice well, that's what woke him up in fact. His boss standing over him with his brows raised in a knowingly way, "I knew you would crack."
Sergio figured he would have shown up eventually.
“..forgot.” he halfheartedly mumbles into his hotel pillow.
“I figured since you never showed up.” his boss replies back.
Sergio realizes he pretty much blew everything off last night,-not just Thierry Henry's medical reports but the flight he had to catch as well.
“shit..Iker..” he sits up and tries not to wince in front of Casillas, although Sergio knows how freakishly the man knows about everything. He must know about the serve ache in his shoulders. He fights through it and looks for his scrunchie that apparently let loose of his hair over night. “..I just kinda-”
“Crashed?” Iker pitches in, mysteriously lifting up the scrunchie.
He gives him an exhausted smile. “..yeah.”
Iker voluntarily ties his hair for him. It's not something new to them-those boundaries have been crossed.
“Sometimes it's alright to let me know you need a break. Like, You're not going to get punished. You know that.”
Sergio hangs his legs over the bed. “I know but..I've been working on this case for 2 months now an-”
“And it hasn't been going anywhere, has it?”
Sergio slowly nods. “The bastard might as well not exist.”
“I told you this one would be a tricky one. I mean, look what it's done to you.” Iker reaches over in hopes of releasing some of the tension built up in his worker's shoulders but Sergio leans away from his touch.
“I'm fine.” Sergio breathes a little bit harder and Iker frowns upon that. Sergio didn't mean to be so invalid when his boss is only offering a kind gesture, but it hurts too much and he figures that a massage probably won't even work-but only make it worse. It's just natural fear he's hanging onto.
“Let a doctor look at it, alright?” Instead, Iker places his hand in the middle of Sergio's lower back. Calmly subduing the man's small flinch in the process.
“I mean it.” he says in a more urgent tone that grabs a jerky nod from Serigo this time. “I got you a flight back home.”
Sergio finally looks at him, a hundred percent sharp. “What?”
“It's obvious you need a small,..longer break from this. Di María is going to take your place for the time being.”
“But I'm fine Ik-”
“He won't do anything further other than gather more unnecessary/necessary information. Just rest for a while.”
Sergio opens his mouth to protest again but Iker places his plane ticket on his thigh and stands.
“Get to the airport in 30 minutes. He will be there so hand over what you've gathered once you get there.”
“What? Where's your ticket? You're staying in Paris?” Sergio asks curiously as he reluctantly buttons his shirt.
Iker smirks as he grabs his car keys from the dresser. “I got a date with a piece of Uk.”
Sergio purposely doesn't say much to the 'newbie' who's practically taken his job. He gives him the well-organized reports he's cherished for the last 56 days in a neat thick folder and heads towards his designated area. Ignoring Ángel calling for him while doing so.
He takes the plane ride back to Madrid and for once it's not for work.
***
The apartment was terribly set as he last left it-dirty. He felt weird being back at home to the point where he felt like a stranger in it.
He did what any normal person would do and unpacked, he couldn't believe how scattered some of his clothes were in his closet. He was always in a rush apparently? Some of the material he couldn't even recognize anymore.
After he packed he cleaned his room, the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, and it only took him a second to realize he was working himself and not resting like Iker told him to.
He put on some random pajamas and a over sized España jersey his father passed down to him, sat in his sofa and surfed through most(all) of his channels because he wasn't really up for a nap. And resting never necessarily meant he had to sleep.
Eventually he stopped it on Freddy Kruger and decided the movie was better with something to chew on during so.
His refrigerator only held spoiled strawberries and ...nutella? He didn't even remember how he had gotten that.
Logically he got dress and went out to the grocery store-logically that made sense, he couldn't starve. How would he rest?
According to his wall clock he spent three hours finding just food alone. It took him another hour to get all the bags into his apartment and into his cabinets and refrigerator. Then he decided that it would be rational to organize the foods so that it would be easier to locate once he's looking for them-that's when Iker calls.
“Stop.”
Sergio actually listens and puts the box of macaroni down onto the counter. “How-..Why?”
Iker sighs on his end. “Stop whatever organizing you're doing because I know that's what you're doing.” he says. “I called Xabi and he's heading over there to pick you up.”
“Why? What for? I'm fine.”
“You're going bowling, loser.”
Sergio follows his orders and dresses. Throwing on a jacket over his plain white tee. He didn't do too much to his hair and soon he waited outside his apartment for his coworker.
Eventually Xabi showed up with his windows down and some corny pop music blaring from it. Way out of his character, Sergio thinks, nut it's all clear once he's closer to the car that the man is not alone.
“Heeeey Gipsaaay!”
“..Hey Villa.” Sergio mumbles as he slides into the backseat.
The short man reaches over and turns down the radio, “How's work treat'n yeah?”
“What do you think? Horrible,-” Xabi answers for him.“-or Iker wouldn't have ordered me to take him out.”
Villa laughs and Sergio's instantly remembers how annoying he is.
“So it's just us three?” he asks. Hoping that there were more people to aid Villa's attention than himself.
“No.” Xabi says and Sergio has to hold back a sigh of relief. “There's Pepe, Alvaro, and Fernando.”
Sergio brows raise. “Gago?” He could have sworn the Argentian went back to his homeland for his vacation time.
“No, Torres.”
Sergio cringes.
***
It had been over for Peréz, but he kept running and running til he was cornered in his own trap.
Nor Sergio or Xabi knew where the bombs were located in the facility. All they could hear were the mental count down of destruction if they didn't find the fat bastard.
“Sergio, I think we should just-”
“No, fuck, damnnit, Xabi. We're not giving up so fucking easily.” Sergio isn't a quitter. Xabi and everyone else know this, but panic can easily oversee it.
“This isn't the matter of giving up. We could die if we keep searching for him.” he says, pulling back on Sergio's shoulder to grab his full attention. “I'm only 28 years old. I wanna live until I wither, Ramos.”
“You do realize either way we could die? We're fucking locked down in here so we might as well keep looking!” He jerks his arm away from Xabi touch and keeps forward down the narrow paths. Xabi reluctantly follows.
The red lights and siren gets more and more obnoxious it seems as they cut corners and passages. Xabi is quietly panicking in his mind, but Sergio keeps determined-unfazed and secured. He just knows that deep in his gut he'll somehow manage through all of this, that it won't be the end til he will find him.
Another path and they're the luckiest men alive.
“Hey! Are you cutting those?!” Sergio calls out to a blonde who's surrounded by mountains of wires and ticking red numbers that are pressed securely against a door. Sergio thinks that Pérez must be in there.
The guy looks relieved. “Yes, oh god. I-I've cut about 30 of them but none are stopping it. And to think I've been trained to do this shit.”
Xabi and Sergio both know that the guy is their component in the life of criminal journalism and investigation. That Xabi and Sergio are Los Blancos whilst the other guy is clearly an Atlético Madridista(the badge on his shirt), but that doesn't matter right now. All their lives are in great danger because of one man they all want to get a hold of. They must work together.
Xabi immediately slides beside him and pick through the wires with his shaky hands. “Which ones are most likely..?”
“The reds but I've cut a lot of them. They've done nothing.”
Sergio joins at the blonde's other side, ignoring the blinking taunting numbers. “What about blue?”
“Blue usually makes it..e-explode.”
“But what if it's different this time? What if the bombs are made differently? Maybe Peré-”
The blonde shakes his head as he cuts Sergio off. “N-no, that would only be a 3-30% chance of survival. We can't risk that.”
“Well what else are we to do?! You've cut every other colored wire except blue and some of the reds” Sergio yells. “We only got fucking 25 seconds and I'm not going to die here over some 30% chance!”
“Sergio-” Xabi tries but Sergio ignores him as he snatches the thick scissors from the blonde.
“Lets risk it.” He says as he furiously grabs one of the blue wires.
“Oh my god.” Fernando says as he buries his face into his hands.
“Sergio! Are you insane-” Xabi says but it's clearly too late as Sergio cuts one of the wires.
Nothing drastic happens. The lights of the numbers that blinked are completely gone, now only a empty bomb-like clock against a door that doesn't promise exploding anymore and silenced ticking.
Xabi and the blonde guy can't stop staring at Sergio and before any of them know it, the blonde throws himself at him-wrapping his arms around Sergio's neck and laying a big kiss oh his sweaty cheek. Xabi could only laugh off his nerves
Sergio kept his eyes at his hands, still completely shocked that he just stopped a bomb because in all honesty-a part of him didn't think he would make it. But he did, he proved himself wrong.
“Sese, I'm so fucking sorry I ever doubted you.” Xabi lets out as he pats Sergio's back from across the blonde who still clings to him. Sergio could only nod.
They could hear movement in the other side of the door. Peréz was probably flipping out that he his plan of exploding the whole Bernabéu and it's riches and himself with it-was a horrible plan.
They all stand up then and Sergio's never kicked down a door so quickly in his entire life.
After Xabi stops Sergio from beating the crap out of Peréz, they call the cops and the fire department-with the luck of the blonde guy's cell phone-to wrap up the mess of the Bernabéu. Turned out there were several workers inside with a lot of minor injuries so they were all treated once they made it outside.
Iker had shown up and couldn't have been happier that his workers were okay.
“I feel like a proud father.” he jokingly says as he pokes at Sergio's bandaid on his cheek, Sergio swats him away.
“For Sergio obviously, I acted like a little girl.” Xabi says embarrassingly as he wraps the security blanket provided by the ambulance around himself.
Iker shakes his head when he leans against his car. “No, for the both of you.”
The two of them indulge in a conversation over whether Xabi did good or not, but Sergio tunes them out. Still in a soft shocked daze of his own. He just saved a lot of lives. He never thought getting into such a case would result into this. For once, he's actually proud of his work.
“Hey. Thanks.” A voice pulls him from his thoughts. The blonde guy is suddenly sitting beside him on the concrete sidewalk with the softest smile in the world.
Sergio replies back with, “Hi, and you're welcome.”
“I'm Fernando.” he takes out his hand for Sergio to shake.
Sergio looks down at their jointed hands. “I'm Sergio.”
“Do you mind if I celebrate the fact that I'm alive?” Fernando says. “With you?”
Sergio implores the blonde's brown eyes and a smile creeps upon his face. “Sure.” he says. “What do you plan on doing exactly?”
“I don't know. We have the whole night. Guess I'll just have to waste my gas to find out.”
Sergio finds his comment the corniest line he's ever heard, so he returns the kiss from earlier-right upon Fernando's cheek.
***
Sergio remembers that Torres now. The guy who fucking wasted his gas and practically killed him by alcohol poisoning. Yeah, he remembers the important parts of that night. The sweat and heat and stumbles and laughter, the strawberries too. He remembers that Torres is the reason why he hasn't solved his case yet.
He remembers the Torres that tried to fuck him, but instead stole some of his research on Thierry Henry. That Torres.
“Oy! Gipsy! Been a while!”
Pepe's bear hugs have never changed, Sergio thinks. And Alvaro's awkward hand shakes haven't either.
“Heard ya still stuck on that Henry case.” Pepe mentions and Sergio is growing tired of everyone speaking about his job problems, wasn't he suppose to get away from that?
“..yeah..” he says. “Casillas thinks it's better to take a break from it.”
“Damn straight.” Pepe says into his beer bottle before handing Sergio one from the cooler they snuck in, he gratefully takes it.
Villa grabs one of the bowling balls and frowns at his group of friends. “What are we waiting for?”
“Nando.” Alvaro says and Sergio finds his heart quickening in some odd anticipation to see that fucker. “He had to pee cuz he drunk too fast.”
“Is he drunk yet?”
Alvaro answers Villa by titling his hand back and forth in a way that speaks," kinda."
“We could still play. Everyone would still have a partner besides Sergio.” Pepe says as he walks over to his partner, Villa.
“H-He's my partner?” Sergio stutters but he quickly hides his awkwardness behind the rim of his beer bottle.
“Yup” Xabi says a little too cheerfully. “Perhaps you would remember him?”
He lied to them earlier, said that he didn't remember Fernando. Xabi said that Fernando supposedly didn't remember him, either.
Sergio can't wait for him to come out of that bathroom.
They all play for a while and Sergio patiently watches them all out-do each other-especially at Villa and Pepe who's the loudest of them all. He's about to get up and play by himself since he's waited long enough, but a tap at his shoulder draws him from the decision making.
Brown eyes, an attractive smile, freckles, and chocolate hair to die for-he's still the same cheeky bastard.
“Sorry it took me so long. I kinda lost my way through those hallways.” he says as he tucks his hands into his cardigan pockets. “You must be Sergio?”
“Yeah, and you're Fernando.”
“Yeah, um. Xabi says we've met before but I can't remember you at all.”
Sergio smirks. “Yeah me too. I must have not been that remember-able though.”
Fernando returns the smirk. “I'm sure you were. I'm just kinda stupid when it comes to remembering things.”
“Well that's two of us.”
They share a laugh before indulging themselves into the game.
He's not sure, but it seemed like Fernando was flirting with him, whatever it was-Sergio's stupidly falls for it. His plans to destroy Torres was slipping, the plan to fuck him over for what he did.
The way he teases Sergio for his lousy throws and pushes him(luckily not the back of his shoulders)-Sergio found himself blushing.
It was like a tug-a-war over how much they can fluster each other, well-it was for Sergio. He doesn't know if it was the beer Pepe kept giving them but he's sure both of their cheeks are permanently stained with some sort of red dye now. They've laughed til Fernando cried and it almost seems too natural for comfort to settle within Sergio, but he leaves it alone and has a little fun anyway.
It's their last game and the others are watching since theirs are over with. Fernando has one more chance to beat Sergio by three more points with this last throw, if he doesn't make it-Sergio is crowned the king of their game.
“Wait!” Villa yells. “Shouldn't there be a bet? Being crowned king isn't gonna feel as good as you guys think it might.” He points to his own makeshift crown, feeling unsatisfied because he's drunk and he's David Villa.
Sergio and Fernando share a knowingly smile. Sergio decides, “You have to drive me home.”
Fernando rolls his eyes over the cat-calls and whistles his friends make.
“Deal.” he aligns his posture and angles the ball where he wants it, gives Sergio another glance. “If I get this one, I get to waste your gas.”
Sergio laughs for how he still uses the same line. “I didn't take my car.” he jokingly replies.
“Exactly.”
Before Fernando's words can even process through Sergio the ball is already clashing with the pins-knocking them all down.
***
“Well, call me or Iker when you two are..done with whatever you decide to do tonight.” Xabi says, with absolutely nothing implied as he watches Pepe and Alvaro place a completely wasted David Villa in his car.
Sergio nods. “Hey, uh, do you know why he's on vacation?” He asks while he has the chance. Fernando is already waiting in his black Audi.
“He's taking a break in his case.” Xabi says as he leans against his car. “You seriously can't remember him?”
Sergio fake sighs. “No, he still doesn't remember me either, so what case was he exactly working on?”
Xabi blinks for a moment. “I don't know.”
“Okay.” Sergio frowns.
“Have a good time! Don't get too chaotic tonight.” Xabi gives a him quick hug before sliding into the driver seat of his car. “Have fun and don't worry about calling.” He chuckles before his windows close and drives away.
Sergio walks back to Fernando's car a little disappointed. He hoped Xabi knew more.
When he enters Fernando's dark car he catches him in the mist of taking off his makeshift crown the others made. He fixes his hair and gives Sergio a genuine smile. “Ready?”
Sergio snorts as he buckles his seatbelt, “Sure.”
Sergio finds himself going back to the plan again: destroying Torres. No matter what, he needs to find out what case Fernando is working on.
***
“So where are you taking me exactly?” Sergio says as he finally looks over to his designated driver.
Fernando smirks as he turns the steering wheel. “I was thinking a ton of clubs to waste your gas somehow.”
“Oh really?” he says, growing tired of that line now. If Fernando only knew how much Sergio's been through. The man can practically run out of gas and still power on til the very last minute. If Fernando knew the reason why he can. All those hours buried in mountains of documents and all those hours traveling back and forth between different countries. All because of him.
“Yeah. That's enough time for me to remember you.”
Sergio glances over, blends in with the man's confusion. “You too?”
“Gosh. It won't leave me alone, ya'know? I keep getting these waves of nostalgic but I can't put my finger on it.” Fernando whines as he squints out into the windshield.
“Hopefully it will come to us.”
“I don't know. I was planning on getting us very drunk. Who goes to clubs without drinking?” Fernando says and they share a brief glance at each other.
“Yeah Yeah, drunk. But try to remember, okay?” Sergio says.
Fernando nods. “I know. I promise.”
Sergio finds himself wanting to slap that smile off his face.
***
Sergio is miserable when it comes to drinking.
The clubs were all a blur. Sergio had forgotten to ask Fernando about his case several times and after a while he just fucked it all.
He didn't feel like he was running out of gas, if anything he was gaining. He was higher than a kite and even the soft aches in his shoulders couldn't bring him down. At every club Fernando gave him 2 different shots to take. Some had lemon which Fernando aid with a sweet tart he pulled from his pocket. He almost jokingly fed it to him with his mouth at some point. Sergio couldn't count how many drinks he had, nor did Fernando who was in charge of it.
During this, Sergio tried making them dance, he really did-but Fernando wouldn't budge. Kept murmuring how bad he sucked at it and that he was too drunk, Sergio himself was too drunk to force him to.
Basically, each club they went to, they only drunk and giggled. With Sergio being delirious over the fact that he had to fuck him up somehow and with Fernando doing his own innocent thing.
It was the 8th club they had stumbled out of. They took the back door since Sergio said he didn't feel like cutting through the sweaty crowds again-a forced habit of his by the shoulder pain.
“You're sweaty..I'm sweaty..we could have just ..went to the front door. But noooo.. Now we gotta walk to my god damn car!” Fernando announces with no anger attached whats-so-ever.
Sergio grabs onto Fernando's sleeve, trying to gain some balance he possible had left.“..L-Lets see if we can get there without falling first.” He says and it's so fucking funny to Fernando that the man actually collapses against one of the brick walls of the club, dragging Sergio too.
Sergio's drunkenly drawn to Fernando's smile lines as he laughs. He's been staring at it all night, despite the fact that earlier he wanted to slap it off. He realizes his voice is deeper than he looks and that it's the nicest thing he's ever heard. For a moment he doesn't care about the plan and just soaks in the sight of him and fall for him like the last time.
“..What is it..?” Fernando asks, reeking liquor and noticing Sergio's gaze.
Sergio shakes his head and closes the gap between them. Their lips melt together, soft and plump with black rum and other alcohol. Sergio thinks, it's sweet-the sweetest he's ever tasted. Then something flicks inside of him, something so familiar and it's just dangling right in front of him for grabs. It's right there just calling out to him and he's so very drunk but he's trying to just fuck the guy's mouth and remember at the same time and-
'This is how it happened last time.'
They break their kiss at the same time. Both eyes are glossy and widen and filled with realization.
“You're on the Henry case. You stole my documents.” Sergio sounds sober but he doesn't feel like it at all.
Fernando eyes flutter and then he's biting his lip, looking else where.
“Strawberries.” Fernando says instead and for some reason, Sergio gets ridiculously angry.
“You stole my fucking documents.”
Fernando looks at him then. “Right.”
There's a couple of heart beats and noises from the street until their lips meet again, more roughly and urgent. Fernando's fingers dig into his hair like he's been dying to do it all night and Sergio lets him tug the hell out of it. Sergio mashes them both painfully into the brick wall, drawing lovely moans from Fernando. Their lips are slowly numbing by how hard they're kissing and sucking and biting but they can't stop because it's so fucking right-so natural-because it's just like last time. Because they've secretly been craving for each other. Sergio isn't mad about the documents, he's mad that Fernando left and never came back for all those months. Because he left some fucking fruits and chocolate in his frig as some apology.
***
“Oh god.” Fernando cried as Sergio bit his neck once they made it inside his dark apartment.
He was sucking so hard and could taste the iron on his tongue so lightly now. He licked over that ridden freckled skin, knowing well of what he had done. Fernando couldn't wait to get his mouth again, just to taste his own blood. His hands were on the side of Sergio's cheeks until they slowly traveled down to his shoulders-and then the liquid of his shoulder blades, pressing so-ever lightly there. But lightly was like the world was pounding into his back. Sergio kept calm until Fernando decided to dig his nails in, hard. Sergio nearly screamed.
“w-what's wrong?” Fernando asks, pulling back from the swollen lips he was abusing.
Sergio pants against his face, internally pleading for the pain to stop. “Don't touch my back.” breathlessly he says.
Fernando brows pull together. “Are you okay? S-Should we just stop?”
“No just....” he trails off. His shoulders never ached so badly before and now it's unbearable.
“Sergio?”
“Could we just take a small break?”
Fernando nods and Sergio guides them to his living room. He sits on his sofa to where his back isn't facing the back of the sofa but the arm rests. Fernando sits normally behind him, looking concerned at his hunched form.
“Has it been hurting for a while now?”
Sergio doesn't say anything which only indicates a fuck yes.
Fernando wants to help but he can't really think of anything because of his current mind state. Somehow though, he toes off his shoes and turns to where he's fully facing Sergio's back-indian style-doing the only natural thing that a human would do in this situation.
“Take off your jacket and shirt.”
Sergio couldn't turn obviously, so he only titled his head. “W-What? Why?”
“It can't be too serious right? Just let me work it out.” Fernando says as he pop his knuckles.
“No, look I'm really fin-”
“We're not gonna fuck with you in pain like this. Take em' off.”
Sergio sighs and he knows if he were sober he would probably fight against all this, like he did with Iker. He slowly strips from his jacket successfully without a wince. Fernando helps him with his tee, not really take it off but raising it enough for him to work on his shoulders.
He places his palms on each side, feeling Sergio tremble a little as goosebumps scatter across his skin. He kisses his spine and mumbles, “it'll be okay.”
Sergio closes his eyes and nods.
It's a soft pressure circling on his blades. Fernando's thumbs press against those sore muscles with much care-Sergio can tell. It doesn't actually hurt too bad until Fernando starts pressing harder, until he can't stop the noises that escape his mouth. It's a indescribable feeling; it hurts but it feels too good to tell him to stop. The more pressure-the more he can't control the way he presses his shoulder's against Fernando's fingers.
He licks his lips when his thumbs start to drag up the blade and down to the center of it, digging into the mess and Sergio lets out a shaky moan from within himself-he's held onto it for too long.
Fernando presses himself closer. Unfolding his legs and hanging one off the sofa, so he could dig his toes in the carpet as he shallowly grinds against him. Sergio can feel his hard-on through his jeans on his lower back. He didn't think it would turn sexual all of a sudden, but he it kinda made sense since they were drunk and horny.
His fingers spread on top of his shoulders and rub there until Sergio tilts his head and moans again, in a provoking manner this time. Fernando couldn't help but leave a hot kiss on his neck, Sergio breathlessly smirks.
He feels himself getting affected by his massaging and his shaky breath on his skin. He just wants to fuck now but this alone almost felt enough. Almost.
Somehow one of Fernando's hands snake down to his waist, gripping his hipbone for a second until reaching over and unbuttoning Sergio's jeans. He doesn't stop him-he knows exactly where this is going. Fernando is fully flushed against his back, he's burning up and Sergio already can imagine how pink his cheeks are. He's frees Sergio's cock and strokes it to where it's unbelievably hard. He keeps massaging that one shoulder blade as well and it only intensifies Sergio's pleasure. Sergio could feel Fernando grind his own cock against his back and muffle his mewls in Sergio's neck. He wish he could turn around and just fuck him right there against the armrest but he's already miserably close.
Fernando pulls him backwards to where he's arching in his arms. Sergio cries out as his bones pop in a way that send him over the edge, have him cumming all over Fernando's hand. He's moaning out his name and Fernando's doing the same for he's cumming against him thanks to Sergio's tailbone digging in his crouch.
They collapse on the armrest with their legs spread before them. Sergio's never felt so heavenly loose in his whole life.
***
“I'm sorry.” Fernando says after a while, Sergio knows what it's for.
“Althetico, well, Forlan tends to give cases to us that have already been assigned in other agencies and, I was working on the Henry case during the time the Pérez stuff popped up. I over heard Xabi and Iker talking about it when we all made it out of the Bernabéu and so I just..thought I could get a shortcut to solving this case if I..I got some of what you dug up.” Fernando slurs a lot, but Sergio understands him.
“I'm sorry for leaving you strawberries.” Fernando says and Sergio chuckles for that. “I'm sorry for your back.”
“It's alright and it's not your fault I'm having back problems. Maybe I'm getting old.” Sergio mumbles against Fernando's neck, they're still sprawled out on the couch but Sergio is turned over on top of him, chest to chest. Fernando still strokes his shoulders.
“Actually, it is.” Fernando says and Sergio jerks up from his neck.
“What?”
“Well, yeah. I woke up in your bed with the biggest hangover in my entire life and I managed to remember my plan. So I got up and looked all over your room but all I could find were other documents. Then I looked in the shelf you have over your bed and.....yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Well..”
“Well?”
“Sergio don't make me say it.” Fernando pleads but Sergio kisses his dimple instead.
“Say it.”
“I...Ipulledsomeofthepapersoutandthewholeentireshelffellonyou.” he mumbles. Sergio stares at him for a while until he frowns.
“You what?”
Fernando sighs. “The shelf..it fell on you.”
“..oh.”
“Yeah. I thought you were dead because you didn't make a sound but I checked and you were breathing. I ..I was scared and I just..left you a note with some strawberries.”
Sergio frowns harder. “What the fuck, Torres.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Yeah well, I was about to forgive you but I don't know now.”
He tries to get off of him but Fernando pulls him down again. “Please, Sergie?.”
“Thats why you pretended not to remember me? So you could steal the rest of my documents again?”
“Well, yeah, but not really I..-but Sergio you were planning to fuck me over too.” he counters and Sergio struggles against his grip. “Besides, I've grown since then.”
Sergio pouts and gives in. “....how?”
Fernando bites his lip. “..what if we both worked on the case together?”
***
The tension in the office is thick and Sergio is beginning to regret it all. Fernando squeezes his thigh.
“So, we called to talk about the Henry case.” Fernando says.
Both directors-Iker Casillas and Diego Forlan-are glaring at each other from their seats. The rivalry is bright and strong and Sergio feels so small against it. He's glad that Fernando acts as their speaker.
“As you both know, Sergio and I are engaged and we're both working on the same case. So we want to finish it together.”
Sergio immediately starts fidgeting with his ring as the directors gape at him.
Iker is outraged. “I will not be sharing a case record with another Agency. That is utterly ridiculous.” he says.
Diego clearly agrees. “That's just kinda ignorant, Niño.”
Fernando rolls his eyes. “Oh come on. You two have been using the cases for years and you don't want to share one case? Just one meaningless case before it turns cold? Now that is ridiculous.”
They look decisive for a moment, so Fernando continues.
“Look, this Henry mess has been taking a toll on us. We've barely slept or eaten at all so just let us joint this so we can properly rest and plan our wedding.”
Sergio is still shocked over the fact that they're engaged. That one break lead to this, a man and settlement over Thierry Henry. He didn't think after the months from that night they reunited that they would still be attached to each other, that they would fall in love with each other through tons of phone calls and emails,that Fernando would get down on his knee. He didn't think that any of that would happen.
“Fine.” Iker mutters and Diego double glances at him before mumbling a 'okay' as well.
Sergio stands to hug him and Fernando does the same to his director.
“Wait until Marca hears about this.” Diego coos as he and Iker walk side by side down the corridor, with the lovebirds trailing behind in their own happy bliss.
“I told you it would be okay.” Fernando whispers hotly in Sergio's ear. “You owe me some gas now.”
Sergio smirks.
Rating: NC 17 (Massaging Kink)
Pairing & Characters: Fernando Torres / Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas / David Beckham (mentioned), Ángel Di María(mentioned), Xabi Alonso, David Villa, Pepe Reina, Alvaro Arbeloa, and Diego Forlan.
Words: 5845
Summary: "Ramos has got a ache in his shoulders and it's a bitch and oh, Atlectico Madrid :)" AU.
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
A/N: I started this on the 1st of March for a friend. So it took me l o l 28 days to finish it. Personally, I think it sucks ass. But she wanted it.
And before I get bashed out, no, I'm not trying to insult Villa. I love el guaje, trust me.
Why does it seem like I'm gonna post fics in between chapters for HTSBOF?
“You could have called.”
Sergio recognized the voice well, that's what woke him up in fact. His boss standing over him with his brows raised in a knowingly way, "I knew you would crack."
Sergio figured he would have shown up eventually.
“..forgot.” he halfheartedly mumbles into his hotel pillow.
“I figured since you never showed up.” his boss replies back.
Sergio realizes he pretty much blew everything off last night,-not just Thierry Henry's medical reports but the flight he had to catch as well.
“shit..Iker..” he sits up and tries not to wince in front of Casillas, although Sergio knows how freakishly the man knows about everything. He must know about the serve ache in his shoulders. He fights through it and looks for his scrunchie that apparently let loose of his hair over night. “..I just kinda-”
“Crashed?” Iker pitches in, mysteriously lifting up the scrunchie.
He gives him an exhausted smile. “..yeah.”
Iker voluntarily ties his hair for him. It's not something new to them-those boundaries have been crossed.
“Sometimes it's alright to let me know you need a break. Like, You're not going to get punished. You know that.”
Sergio hangs his legs over the bed. “I know but..I've been working on this case for 2 months now an-”
“And it hasn't been going anywhere, has it?”
Sergio slowly nods. “The bastard might as well not exist.”
“I told you this one would be a tricky one. I mean, look what it's done to you.” Iker reaches over in hopes of releasing some of the tension built up in his worker's shoulders but Sergio leans away from his touch.
“I'm fine.” Sergio breathes a little bit harder and Iker frowns upon that. Sergio didn't mean to be so invalid when his boss is only offering a kind gesture, but it hurts too much and he figures that a massage probably won't even work-but only make it worse. It's just natural fear he's hanging onto.
“Let a doctor look at it, alright?” Instead, Iker places his hand in the middle of Sergio's lower back. Calmly subduing the man's small flinch in the process.
“I mean it.” he says in a more urgent tone that grabs a jerky nod from Serigo this time. “I got you a flight back home.”
Sergio finally looks at him, a hundred percent sharp. “What?”
“It's obvious you need a small,..longer break from this. Di María is going to take your place for the time being.”
“But I'm fine Ik-”
“He won't do anything further other than gather more unnecessary/necessary information. Just rest for a while.”
Sergio opens his mouth to protest again but Iker places his plane ticket on his thigh and stands.
“Get to the airport in 30 minutes. He will be there so hand over what you've gathered once you get there.”
“What? Where's your ticket? You're staying in Paris?” Sergio asks curiously as he reluctantly buttons his shirt.
Iker smirks as he grabs his car keys from the dresser. “I got a date with a piece of Uk.”
Sergio purposely doesn't say much to the 'newbie' who's practically taken his job. He gives him the well-organized reports he's cherished for the last 56 days in a neat thick folder and heads towards his designated area. Ignoring Ángel calling for him while doing so.
He takes the plane ride back to Madrid and for once it's not for work.
***
The apartment was terribly set as he last left it-dirty. He felt weird being back at home to the point where he felt like a stranger in it.
He did what any normal person would do and unpacked, he couldn't believe how scattered some of his clothes were in his closet. He was always in a rush apparently? Some of the material he couldn't even recognize anymore.
After he packed he cleaned his room, the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, and it only took him a second to realize he was working himself and not resting like Iker told him to.
He put on some random pajamas and a over sized España jersey his father passed down to him, sat in his sofa and surfed through most(all) of his channels because he wasn't really up for a nap. And resting never necessarily meant he had to sleep.
Eventually he stopped it on Freddy Kruger and decided the movie was better with something to chew on during so.
His refrigerator only held spoiled strawberries and ...nutella? He didn't even remember how he had gotten that.
Logically he got dress and went out to the grocery store-logically that made sense, he couldn't starve. How would he rest?
According to his wall clock he spent three hours finding just food alone. It took him another hour to get all the bags into his apartment and into his cabinets and refrigerator. Then he decided that it would be rational to organize the foods so that it would be easier to locate once he's looking for them-that's when Iker calls.
“Stop.”
Sergio actually listens and puts the box of macaroni down onto the counter. “How-..Why?”
Iker sighs on his end. “Stop whatever organizing you're doing because I know that's what you're doing.” he says. “I called Xabi and he's heading over there to pick you up.”
“Why? What for? I'm fine.”
“You're going bowling, loser.”
Sergio follows his orders and dresses. Throwing on a jacket over his plain white tee. He didn't do too much to his hair and soon he waited outside his apartment for his coworker.
Eventually Xabi showed up with his windows down and some corny pop music blaring from it. Way out of his character, Sergio thinks, nut it's all clear once he's closer to the car that the man is not alone.
“Heeeey Gipsaaay!”
“..Hey Villa.” Sergio mumbles as he slides into the backseat.
The short man reaches over and turns down the radio, “How's work treat'n yeah?”
“What do you think? Horrible,-” Xabi answers for him.“-or Iker wouldn't have ordered me to take him out.”
Villa laughs and Sergio's instantly remembers how annoying he is.
“So it's just us three?” he asks. Hoping that there were more people to aid Villa's attention than himself.
“No.” Xabi says and Sergio has to hold back a sigh of relief. “There's Pepe, Alvaro, and Fernando.”
Sergio brows raise. “Gago?” He could have sworn the Argentian went back to his homeland for his vacation time.
“No, Torres.”
Sergio cringes.
***
It had been over for Peréz, but he kept running and running til he was cornered in his own trap.
Nor Sergio or Xabi knew where the bombs were located in the facility. All they could hear were the mental count down of destruction if they didn't find the fat bastard.
“Sergio, I think we should just-”
“No, fuck, damnnit, Xabi. We're not giving up so fucking easily.” Sergio isn't a quitter. Xabi and everyone else know this, but panic can easily oversee it.
“This isn't the matter of giving up. We could die if we keep searching for him.” he says, pulling back on Sergio's shoulder to grab his full attention. “I'm only 28 years old. I wanna live until I wither, Ramos.”
“You do realize either way we could die? We're fucking locked down in here so we might as well keep looking!” He jerks his arm away from Xabi touch and keeps forward down the narrow paths. Xabi reluctantly follows.
The red lights and siren gets more and more obnoxious it seems as they cut corners and passages. Xabi is quietly panicking in his mind, but Sergio keeps determined-unfazed and secured. He just knows that deep in his gut he'll somehow manage through all of this, that it won't be the end til he will find him.
Another path and they're the luckiest men alive.
“Hey! Are you cutting those?!” Sergio calls out to a blonde who's surrounded by mountains of wires and ticking red numbers that are pressed securely against a door. Sergio thinks that Pérez must be in there.
The guy looks relieved. “Yes, oh god. I-I've cut about 30 of them but none are stopping it. And to think I've been trained to do this shit.”
Xabi and Sergio both know that the guy is their component in the life of criminal journalism and investigation. That Xabi and Sergio are Los Blancos whilst the other guy is clearly an Atlético Madridista(the badge on his shirt), but that doesn't matter right now. All their lives are in great danger because of one man they all want to get a hold of. They must work together.
Xabi immediately slides beside him and pick through the wires with his shaky hands. “Which ones are most likely..?”
“The reds but I've cut a lot of them. They've done nothing.”
Sergio joins at the blonde's other side, ignoring the blinking taunting numbers. “What about blue?”
“Blue usually makes it..e-explode.”
“But what if it's different this time? What if the bombs are made differently? Maybe Peré-”
The blonde shakes his head as he cuts Sergio off. “N-no, that would only be a 3-30% chance of survival. We can't risk that.”
“Well what else are we to do?! You've cut every other colored wire except blue and some of the reds” Sergio yells. “We only got fucking 25 seconds and I'm not going to die here over some 30% chance!”
“Sergio-” Xabi tries but Sergio ignores him as he snatches the thick scissors from the blonde.
“Lets risk it.” He says as he furiously grabs one of the blue wires.
“Oh my god.” Fernando says as he buries his face into his hands.
“Sergio! Are you insane-” Xabi says but it's clearly too late as Sergio cuts one of the wires.
Nothing drastic happens. The lights of the numbers that blinked are completely gone, now only a empty bomb-like clock against a door that doesn't promise exploding anymore and silenced ticking.
Xabi and the blonde guy can't stop staring at Sergio and before any of them know it, the blonde throws himself at him-wrapping his arms around Sergio's neck and laying a big kiss oh his sweaty cheek. Xabi could only laugh off his nerves
Sergio kept his eyes at his hands, still completely shocked that he just stopped a bomb because in all honesty-a part of him didn't think he would make it. But he did, he proved himself wrong.
“Sese, I'm so fucking sorry I ever doubted you.” Xabi lets out as he pats Sergio's back from across the blonde who still clings to him. Sergio could only nod.
They could hear movement in the other side of the door. Peréz was probably flipping out that he his plan of exploding the whole Bernabéu and it's riches and himself with it-was a horrible plan.
They all stand up then and Sergio's never kicked down a door so quickly in his entire life.
After Xabi stops Sergio from beating the crap out of Peréz, they call the cops and the fire department-with the luck of the blonde guy's cell phone-to wrap up the mess of the Bernabéu. Turned out there were several workers inside with a lot of minor injuries so they were all treated once they made it outside.
Iker had shown up and couldn't have been happier that his workers were okay.
“I feel like a proud father.” he jokingly says as he pokes at Sergio's bandaid on his cheek, Sergio swats him away.
“For Sergio obviously, I acted like a little girl.” Xabi says embarrassingly as he wraps the security blanket provided by the ambulance around himself.
Iker shakes his head when he leans against his car. “No, for the both of you.”
The two of them indulge in a conversation over whether Xabi did good or not, but Sergio tunes them out. Still in a soft shocked daze of his own. He just saved a lot of lives. He never thought getting into such a case would result into this. For once, he's actually proud of his work.
“Hey. Thanks.” A voice pulls him from his thoughts. The blonde guy is suddenly sitting beside him on the concrete sidewalk with the softest smile in the world.
Sergio replies back with, “Hi, and you're welcome.”
“I'm Fernando.” he takes out his hand for Sergio to shake.
Sergio looks down at their jointed hands. “I'm Sergio.”
“Do you mind if I celebrate the fact that I'm alive?” Fernando says. “With you?”
Sergio implores the blonde's brown eyes and a smile creeps upon his face. “Sure.” he says. “What do you plan on doing exactly?”
“I don't know. We have the whole night. Guess I'll just have to waste my gas to find out.”
Sergio finds his comment the corniest line he's ever heard, so he returns the kiss from earlier-right upon Fernando's cheek.
***
Sergio remembers that Torres now. The guy who fucking wasted his gas and practically killed him by alcohol poisoning. Yeah, he remembers the important parts of that night. The sweat and heat and stumbles and laughter, the strawberries too. He remembers that Torres is the reason why he hasn't solved his case yet.
He remembers the Torres that tried to fuck him, but instead stole some of his research on Thierry Henry. That Torres.
“Oy! Gipsy! Been a while!”
Pepe's bear hugs have never changed, Sergio thinks. And Alvaro's awkward hand shakes haven't either.
“Heard ya still stuck on that Henry case.” Pepe mentions and Sergio is growing tired of everyone speaking about his job problems, wasn't he suppose to get away from that?
“..yeah..” he says. “Casillas thinks it's better to take a break from it.”
“Damn straight.” Pepe says into his beer bottle before handing Sergio one from the cooler they snuck in, he gratefully takes it.
Villa grabs one of the bowling balls and frowns at his group of friends. “What are we waiting for?”
“Nando.” Alvaro says and Sergio finds his heart quickening in some odd anticipation to see that fucker. “He had to pee cuz he drunk too fast.”
“Is he drunk yet?”
Alvaro answers Villa by titling his hand back and forth in a way that speaks," kinda."
“We could still play. Everyone would still have a partner besides Sergio.” Pepe says as he walks over to his partner, Villa.
“H-He's my partner?” Sergio stutters but he quickly hides his awkwardness behind the rim of his beer bottle.
“Yup” Xabi says a little too cheerfully. “Perhaps you would remember him?”
He lied to them earlier, said that he didn't remember Fernando. Xabi said that Fernando supposedly didn't remember him, either.
Sergio can't wait for him to come out of that bathroom.
They all play for a while and Sergio patiently watches them all out-do each other-especially at Villa and Pepe who's the loudest of them all. He's about to get up and play by himself since he's waited long enough, but a tap at his shoulder draws him from the decision making.
Brown eyes, an attractive smile, freckles, and chocolate hair to die for-he's still the same cheeky bastard.
“Sorry it took me so long. I kinda lost my way through those hallways.” he says as he tucks his hands into his cardigan pockets. “You must be Sergio?”
“Yeah, and you're Fernando.”
“Yeah, um. Xabi says we've met before but I can't remember you at all.”
Sergio smirks. “Yeah me too. I must have not been that remember-able though.”
Fernando returns the smirk. “I'm sure you were. I'm just kinda stupid when it comes to remembering things.”
“Well that's two of us.”
They share a laugh before indulging themselves into the game.
He's not sure, but it seemed like Fernando was flirting with him, whatever it was-Sergio's stupidly falls for it. His plans to destroy Torres was slipping, the plan to fuck him over for what he did.
The way he teases Sergio for his lousy throws and pushes him(luckily not the back of his shoulders)-Sergio found himself blushing.
It was like a tug-a-war over how much they can fluster each other, well-it was for Sergio. He doesn't know if it was the beer Pepe kept giving them but he's sure both of their cheeks are permanently stained with some sort of red dye now. They've laughed til Fernando cried and it almost seems too natural for comfort to settle within Sergio, but he leaves it alone and has a little fun anyway.
It's their last game and the others are watching since theirs are over with. Fernando has one more chance to beat Sergio by three more points with this last throw, if he doesn't make it-Sergio is crowned the king of their game.
“Wait!” Villa yells. “Shouldn't there be a bet? Being crowned king isn't gonna feel as good as you guys think it might.” He points to his own makeshift crown, feeling unsatisfied because he's drunk and he's David Villa.
Sergio and Fernando share a knowingly smile. Sergio decides, “You have to drive me home.”
Fernando rolls his eyes over the cat-calls and whistles his friends make.
“Deal.” he aligns his posture and angles the ball where he wants it, gives Sergio another glance. “If I get this one, I get to waste your gas.”
Sergio laughs for how he still uses the same line. “I didn't take my car.” he jokingly replies.
“Exactly.”
Before Fernando's words can even process through Sergio the ball is already clashing with the pins-knocking them all down.
***
“Well, call me or Iker when you two are..done with whatever you decide to do tonight.” Xabi says, with absolutely nothing implied as he watches Pepe and Alvaro place a completely wasted David Villa in his car.
Sergio nods. “Hey, uh, do you know why he's on vacation?” He asks while he has the chance. Fernando is already waiting in his black Audi.
“He's taking a break in his case.” Xabi says as he leans against his car. “You seriously can't remember him?”
Sergio fake sighs. “No, he still doesn't remember me either, so what case was he exactly working on?”
Xabi blinks for a moment. “I don't know.”
“Okay.” Sergio frowns.
“Have a good time! Don't get too chaotic tonight.” Xabi gives a him quick hug before sliding into the driver seat of his car. “Have fun and don't worry about calling.” He chuckles before his windows close and drives away.
Sergio walks back to Fernando's car a little disappointed. He hoped Xabi knew more.
When he enters Fernando's dark car he catches him in the mist of taking off his makeshift crown the others made. He fixes his hair and gives Sergio a genuine smile. “Ready?”
Sergio snorts as he buckles his seatbelt, “Sure.”
Sergio finds himself going back to the plan again: destroying Torres. No matter what, he needs to find out what case Fernando is working on.
***
“So where are you taking me exactly?” Sergio says as he finally looks over to his designated driver.
Fernando smirks as he turns the steering wheel. “I was thinking a ton of clubs to waste your gas somehow.”
“Oh really?” he says, growing tired of that line now. If Fernando only knew how much Sergio's been through. The man can practically run out of gas and still power on til the very last minute. If Fernando knew the reason why he can. All those hours buried in mountains of documents and all those hours traveling back and forth between different countries. All because of him.
“Yeah. That's enough time for me to remember you.”
Sergio glances over, blends in with the man's confusion. “You too?”
“Gosh. It won't leave me alone, ya'know? I keep getting these waves of nostalgic but I can't put my finger on it.” Fernando whines as he squints out into the windshield.
“Hopefully it will come to us.”
“I don't know. I was planning on getting us very drunk. Who goes to clubs without drinking?” Fernando says and they share a brief glance at each other.
“Yeah Yeah, drunk. But try to remember, okay?” Sergio says.
Fernando nods. “I know. I promise.”
Sergio finds himself wanting to slap that smile off his face.
***
Sergio is miserable when it comes to drinking.
The clubs were all a blur. Sergio had forgotten to ask Fernando about his case several times and after a while he just fucked it all.
He didn't feel like he was running out of gas, if anything he was gaining. He was higher than a kite and even the soft aches in his shoulders couldn't bring him down. At every club Fernando gave him 2 different shots to take. Some had lemon which Fernando aid with a sweet tart he pulled from his pocket. He almost jokingly fed it to him with his mouth at some point. Sergio couldn't count how many drinks he had, nor did Fernando who was in charge of it.
During this, Sergio tried making them dance, he really did-but Fernando wouldn't budge. Kept murmuring how bad he sucked at it and that he was too drunk, Sergio himself was too drunk to force him to.
Basically, each club they went to, they only drunk and giggled. With Sergio being delirious over the fact that he had to fuck him up somehow and with Fernando doing his own innocent thing.
It was the 8th club they had stumbled out of. They took the back door since Sergio said he didn't feel like cutting through the sweaty crowds again-a forced habit of his by the shoulder pain.
“You're sweaty..I'm sweaty..we could have just ..went to the front door. But noooo.. Now we gotta walk to my god damn car!” Fernando announces with no anger attached whats-so-ever.
Sergio grabs onto Fernando's sleeve, trying to gain some balance he possible had left.“..L-Lets see if we can get there without falling first.” He says and it's so fucking funny to Fernando that the man actually collapses against one of the brick walls of the club, dragging Sergio too.
Sergio's drunkenly drawn to Fernando's smile lines as he laughs. He's been staring at it all night, despite the fact that earlier he wanted to slap it off. He realizes his voice is deeper than he looks and that it's the nicest thing he's ever heard. For a moment he doesn't care about the plan and just soaks in the sight of him and fall for him like the last time.
“..What is it..?” Fernando asks, reeking liquor and noticing Sergio's gaze.
Sergio shakes his head and closes the gap between them. Their lips melt together, soft and plump with black rum and other alcohol. Sergio thinks, it's sweet-the sweetest he's ever tasted. Then something flicks inside of him, something so familiar and it's just dangling right in front of him for grabs. It's right there just calling out to him and he's so very drunk but he's trying to just fuck the guy's mouth and remember at the same time and-
'This is how it happened last time.'
They break their kiss at the same time. Both eyes are glossy and widen and filled with realization.
“You're on the Henry case. You stole my documents.” Sergio sounds sober but he doesn't feel like it at all.
Fernando eyes flutter and then he's biting his lip, looking else where.
“Strawberries.” Fernando says instead and for some reason, Sergio gets ridiculously angry.
“You stole my fucking documents.”
Fernando looks at him then. “Right.”
There's a couple of heart beats and noises from the street until their lips meet again, more roughly and urgent. Fernando's fingers dig into his hair like he's been dying to do it all night and Sergio lets him tug the hell out of it. Sergio mashes them both painfully into the brick wall, drawing lovely moans from Fernando. Their lips are slowly numbing by how hard they're kissing and sucking and biting but they can't stop because it's so fucking right-so natural-because it's just like last time. Because they've secretly been craving for each other. Sergio isn't mad about the documents, he's mad that Fernando left and never came back for all those months. Because he left some fucking fruits and chocolate in his frig as some apology.
***
“Oh god.” Fernando cried as Sergio bit his neck once they made it inside his dark apartment.
He was sucking so hard and could taste the iron on his tongue so lightly now. He licked over that ridden freckled skin, knowing well of what he had done. Fernando couldn't wait to get his mouth again, just to taste his own blood. His hands were on the side of Sergio's cheeks until they slowly traveled down to his shoulders-and then the liquid of his shoulder blades, pressing so-ever lightly there. But lightly was like the world was pounding into his back. Sergio kept calm until Fernando decided to dig his nails in, hard. Sergio nearly screamed.
“w-what's wrong?” Fernando asks, pulling back from the swollen lips he was abusing.
Sergio pants against his face, internally pleading for the pain to stop. “Don't touch my back.” breathlessly he says.
Fernando brows pull together. “Are you okay? S-Should we just stop?”
“No just....” he trails off. His shoulders never ached so badly before and now it's unbearable.
“Sergio?”
“Could we just take a small break?”
Fernando nods and Sergio guides them to his living room. He sits on his sofa to where his back isn't facing the back of the sofa but the arm rests. Fernando sits normally behind him, looking concerned at his hunched form.
“Has it been hurting for a while now?”
Sergio doesn't say anything which only indicates a fuck yes.
Fernando wants to help but he can't really think of anything because of his current mind state. Somehow though, he toes off his shoes and turns to where he's fully facing Sergio's back-indian style-doing the only natural thing that a human would do in this situation.
“Take off your jacket and shirt.”
Sergio couldn't turn obviously, so he only titled his head. “W-What? Why?”
“It can't be too serious right? Just let me work it out.” Fernando says as he pop his knuckles.
“No, look I'm really fin-”
“We're not gonna fuck with you in pain like this. Take em' off.”
Sergio sighs and he knows if he were sober he would probably fight against all this, like he did with Iker. He slowly strips from his jacket successfully without a wince. Fernando helps him with his tee, not really take it off but raising it enough for him to work on his shoulders.
He places his palms on each side, feeling Sergio tremble a little as goosebumps scatter across his skin. He kisses his spine and mumbles, “it'll be okay.”
Sergio closes his eyes and nods.
It's a soft pressure circling on his blades. Fernando's thumbs press against those sore muscles with much care-Sergio can tell. It doesn't actually hurt too bad until Fernando starts pressing harder, until he can't stop the noises that escape his mouth. It's a indescribable feeling; it hurts but it feels too good to tell him to stop. The more pressure-the more he can't control the way he presses his shoulder's against Fernando's fingers.
He licks his lips when his thumbs start to drag up the blade and down to the center of it, digging into the mess and Sergio lets out a shaky moan from within himself-he's held onto it for too long.
Fernando presses himself closer. Unfolding his legs and hanging one off the sofa, so he could dig his toes in the carpet as he shallowly grinds against him. Sergio can feel his hard-on through his jeans on his lower back. He didn't think it would turn sexual all of a sudden, but he it kinda made sense since they were drunk and horny.
His fingers spread on top of his shoulders and rub there until Sergio tilts his head and moans again, in a provoking manner this time. Fernando couldn't help but leave a hot kiss on his neck, Sergio breathlessly smirks.
He feels himself getting affected by his massaging and his shaky breath on his skin. He just wants to fuck now but this alone almost felt enough. Almost.
Somehow one of Fernando's hands snake down to his waist, gripping his hipbone for a second until reaching over and unbuttoning Sergio's jeans. He doesn't stop him-he knows exactly where this is going. Fernando is fully flushed against his back, he's burning up and Sergio already can imagine how pink his cheeks are. He's frees Sergio's cock and strokes it to where it's unbelievably hard. He keeps massaging that one shoulder blade as well and it only intensifies Sergio's pleasure. Sergio could feel Fernando grind his own cock against his back and muffle his mewls in Sergio's neck. He wish he could turn around and just fuck him right there against the armrest but he's already miserably close.
Fernando pulls him backwards to where he's arching in his arms. Sergio cries out as his bones pop in a way that send him over the edge, have him cumming all over Fernando's hand. He's moaning out his name and Fernando's doing the same for he's cumming against him thanks to Sergio's tailbone digging in his crouch.
They collapse on the armrest with their legs spread before them. Sergio's never felt so heavenly loose in his whole life.
***
“I'm sorry.” Fernando says after a while, Sergio knows what it's for.
“Althetico, well, Forlan tends to give cases to us that have already been assigned in other agencies and, I was working on the Henry case during the time the Pérez stuff popped up. I over heard Xabi and Iker talking about it when we all made it out of the Bernabéu and so I just..thought I could get a shortcut to solving this case if I..I got some of what you dug up.” Fernando slurs a lot, but Sergio understands him.
“I'm sorry for leaving you strawberries.” Fernando says and Sergio chuckles for that. “I'm sorry for your back.”
“It's alright and it's not your fault I'm having back problems. Maybe I'm getting old.” Sergio mumbles against Fernando's neck, they're still sprawled out on the couch but Sergio is turned over on top of him, chest to chest. Fernando still strokes his shoulders.
“Actually, it is.” Fernando says and Sergio jerks up from his neck.
“What?”
“Well, yeah. I woke up in your bed with the biggest hangover in my entire life and I managed to remember my plan. So I got up and looked all over your room but all I could find were other documents. Then I looked in the shelf you have over your bed and.....yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Well..”
“Well?”
“Sergio don't make me say it.” Fernando pleads but Sergio kisses his dimple instead.
“Say it.”
“I...Ipulledsomeofthepapersoutandthewholeentireshelffellonyou.” he mumbles. Sergio stares at him for a while until he frowns.
“You what?”
Fernando sighs. “The shelf..it fell on you.”
“..oh.”
“Yeah. I thought you were dead because you didn't make a sound but I checked and you were breathing. I ..I was scared and I just..left you a note with some strawberries.”
Sergio frowns harder. “What the fuck, Torres.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Yeah well, I was about to forgive you but I don't know now.”
He tries to get off of him but Fernando pulls him down again. “Please, Sergie?.”
“Thats why you pretended not to remember me? So you could steal the rest of my documents again?”
“Well, yeah, but not really I..-but Sergio you were planning to fuck me over too.” he counters and Sergio struggles against his grip. “Besides, I've grown since then.”
Sergio pouts and gives in. “....how?”
Fernando bites his lip. “..what if we both worked on the case together?”
***
The tension in the office is thick and Sergio is beginning to regret it all. Fernando squeezes his thigh.
“So, we called to talk about the Henry case.” Fernando says.
Both directors-Iker Casillas and Diego Forlan-are glaring at each other from their seats. The rivalry is bright and strong and Sergio feels so small against it. He's glad that Fernando acts as their speaker.
“As you both know, Sergio and I are engaged and we're both working on the same case. So we want to finish it together.”
Sergio immediately starts fidgeting with his ring as the directors gape at him.
Iker is outraged. “I will not be sharing a case record with another Agency. That is utterly ridiculous.” he says.
Diego clearly agrees. “That's just kinda ignorant, Niño.”
Fernando rolls his eyes. “Oh come on. You two have been using the cases for years and you don't want to share one case? Just one meaningless case before it turns cold? Now that is ridiculous.”
They look decisive for a moment, so Fernando continues.
“Look, this Henry mess has been taking a toll on us. We've barely slept or eaten at all so just let us joint this so we can properly rest and plan our wedding.”
Sergio is still shocked over the fact that they're engaged. That one break lead to this, a man and settlement over Thierry Henry. He didn't think after the months from that night they reunited that they would still be attached to each other, that they would fall in love with each other through tons of phone calls and emails,that Fernando would get down on his knee. He didn't think that any of that would happen.
“Fine.” Iker mutters and Diego double glances at him before mumbling a 'okay' as well.
Sergio stands to hug him and Fernando does the same to his director.
“Wait until Marca hears about this.” Diego coos as he and Iker walk side by side down the corridor, with the lovebirds trailing behind in their own happy bliss.
“I told you it would be okay.” Fernando whispers hotly in Sergio's ear. “You owe me some gas now.”
Sergio smirks.