Heaven at Night

May 16, 2011 23:40

Title: Heaven at Night
Rating: NC - 17
Pairing: Sergio Ramos / Fernando Torres, Iker Casillas, Pepe Reina, Cesc Fábregas, David Villa, Santi Cazorla, brief Raul Albiol, and mentions of Sergio García.
Words: 5779
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
Summary: The Present is around the La Roja matches we had in late March. The Past is during the Euros after Spain won their match against Italy. There's a link to help you.
A/N: This would not have been possible without this wonderful creature here, baronessbadger . I can't even..she basically did this all for me, so go spam her with comments because fuck, this fic wouldn't be alive without her.

“Did you really just put that on your twitter?” Fernando worriedly glances at Sergio's phone in his lap.

Sergio looks up with an innocent smile before slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Maybe.”

Fernando groans before laying his head on the dinner table. “Damn it, Serge. That picture was super corny.”

Sergio triumphantly smirks as he pokes at Fernando's cheek. “It was perfect. Stop worrying.”

He keeps poking until dimples appear and Fernando's swatting his hand away, lifting his head up when Iker appears and trying not to look like he's blushing.

Iker sits down with a water bottle in tow and smirks at Fernando's face. “He took a twitpic, did he?”

Sergio laughs when Fernando reddens even more and wipes at his cheeks, trying to erase the evidence away. “Shut up.” he mumbles.

Iker shrugs and twists his bottle open. “It couldn't have been too bad. You're sober this time.”

Fernando rolls his eyes before glancing at Sergio's phone again, just in case. “Speaking of that picture, ...it's gone right? You said you would delete it.”

Sergio looks away from Fernando's intent gaze and chuckles lightly to himself. “Well, uh, it's gone but it's not deleted.”

Fernando immediately frowns. “What?”

"Well, I wanted to keep it, so I transferred it to my laptop.” Sergio says submissively, getting ready for Fernando to snap at him.

Fernando tries to keep his tone lowered. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

Sergio puts a hand on his arm.“I wanted to remember it. Calm down, Fer. Only us three know that photo exists.” he says, and Iker distractingly nods along.

Fernando still doesn't hear it. “How is that night in particular a fucking night to remember?”

"What night are we talking about? Was I there?”

Every freezes then, because it isn't either of them asking obviously. They all look up at the same time to find Raul taking a seat on Sergio's other side, smiling dubiously as usual as Albiol can be.

Iker clears his throat. “You weren't there. It's nothing.” he says for them, because the other two can't seem to open their mouths.

Raul frowns, unconvinced. “Aw, come on. Was it back in the Euros? Confederation's cup? Oh! The World Cup?!”

Iker looks at the other two, laughing nervously as in meaning of “Please do something or you two are fucked”.

Fernando stares down at his lap and Sergio wryly smiles at Raul. “It was back in the Euros.”

Fernando kicks his calf from under the table and he has to bite back a cry. He coughs and says, “But you weren't there so. It doesn't matter.”

Raul visibly pouts. He looks over to Fernando and back to Sergio. “But why is Fernando looking all nervous, like he does before a game?”

"Raul.” Iker suddenly starts. “I forgot. Uh, Álvaro wanted you earlier.”

"Really? Damn. It's probably about those tapes again.” Raul mumbles, standing and sighing his way over to another table.

Everyone relaxes then and Fernando pushes Sergio's side before standing from his seat, walking quickly in an opposite direction.

Sergio frowns as he watches him disappear down the hallway. "He always reminds me why I'm thankful for that night.” he says, sighing afterwards. “But he also reminds me why everything should have probably happened differently.”

Iker watches his face for a moment, before leaning back in his chair and narrowing his eyes. “I know the aftermath, but what's the beginning half?”

----

Someone pushes him so hard that he nearly falls over the bar. When he turns, it's both Villa and Pepe trying to make him dance. All Sergio could do was laugh because they were just mindlessly pulling at his shirt. And at one point, Pepe was trying to grab his arm but grabbed a stranger's arm instead. They were already drunk from the champagne they were offered in the bus, and probably now drunk off some other drink they got for free. And it wasn't just them. There was also drunk!Cesc and drunk!Santi chanting on Sergio García into taking shots on Rubén's body and several other players. Everyone else was intoxicated except both Fernando and himself, and the rest at the hotel. Sergio was just about to get them some drinks.

"Dance, Ramos, Dance!!” Villa screamed over the blaring music.

Sergio shook his head before leaning against the bar. “I need a drink first!”

"A drink?!” Villa says and Sergio shakes his head as he laughs again. Then Pepe pops at his side, handing Sergio two short glasses with an very solid black color.

"Take em'!”

Sergio puts both glasses to his nose and he immediately jerks back from the starch smell.“What the hell are these?!”

Villa and Pepe both cackle then, clapping his back and wiping away imaginary tears from their faces. Pepe turns back to the dance floor and Villa pats Sergio's cheek before leaving and saying, “Cielo y Infierno!”

Sergio returns to where he and Fernando had planted themselves at, a booth in the far corner. He can already see Fernando playing with his blonde locks as he watches his teammates on the dance floor. He seems amused and Sergio finds himself wanting more of that, of an entertained Fer.

He places both shots on the table when he slides in beside Fernando.

"What are those? I thought we were getting just beer.” Fernando asks, offering a curious little smile as always.

Sergio finds himself wanting more of that as well. Therefore, he pushes one of the shots towards him and―“It's just one shot.”

Fernando raises his eyebrows but picks up the glass and examines it anyway. “Just a shot?”

Sergio does the same. “Just a shot.” he reassures with a smile. And so Fernando's convinced.

The knock their glasses together before downing the sour dark liquor. They make both similar faces, but Sergio's is a bit far from what Fernando is grimacing about.

He's tasted this shot before. It's called Heaven and Hell for a reason. Because it's everclear and ecstasy, world's both dangerous treasury mixed together into this toxic looking shot, it's a dangerous drink. Sergio immediately regrets taking it, especially for letting Fernando take it. Both of their control has practically dissipated.

"That was, um,―” Fernando tries and he's already slurring. Sergio internally curses himself. “That was one of the most weirdest shots I've ever taken.”

Sergio chuckles as he watches Fernando slowly loosen. “Yeah, it's weird.”

"What is it?” Fernando asks. His eyes are glossy and Sergio swears his pupils are already dilated. But it's not quite sure since he did just take the same shot.

"To be honest,” Sergio starts, swaying forward. “I don't even fucking know.”

Fernando stares at him for a while, as if he were sober and sizing him up before he snapped at him, but all he does is snicker and lays his head against Sergio's shoulder.

"We should dance.” Fernando mumbles. And that's when the bit of soberness Sergio had left dissolves.

Everything dissolves from then.

Neither of them could even function enough to dance. Fernando kept laughing in his ear as Sergio swayed their hips together to the beat, but Sergio could barely do that well enough in order to call it dancing. In the end, it was all a cluster of vibration and colors. And now, they're in the elevator going up to their floor.

(Neither of them could remember the taxi ride except blinding city lights and Sergio's scorching hot fingers playing with Fernando's ear as his arm draped across his shoulders the entire way).

It took them to the 4th floor first, because that's where Fernando thought their room was, but Sergio laughed at him and pressed in the 8th floor “It's the 8th because Xavi Hernández is number 8 and the key in my pocket says so”. By the time they made it to the specific floor, Fernando had enough courage to tell Sergio to fuck himself. Therefore making Sergio laugh spontaneously as they stumbled out of the elevator. Fernando giggled along, but had enough sense to tell him to try and be quiet. Sergio had nodded but laughed even more. And didn't much help when Fernando fell on his ass on their way to their room door. Sergio politely covered his mouth this time.

Fernando growls at him but it's on the lines of a purr instead. "Let me get on your back."

Sergio nods willingly as he tries to catch his breath.

Fer's on his back the entire way to the door. And Sergio, still found himself in a giggle fit as he tried to fish for the key from his pocket.

"Shhhussh, Sergie." Fernando breathes out against his neck. Sergio's other hand squeezes his thigh and Fernando chuckles against his skin.

Sergio finally pulls out the card and stuffs it in the reader. As soon as the light beeps green they both fall inside the dark lit room. Terribly drunk and in pain, they burst into even more laughter.

Fernando moans. "Fuck, it feels like I cracked a rib."

"You can borrow one of mine, Eve." Sergio grumbles.

Fernando snorts and tries to kick him, but ends up kicking the door closed instead.

They idly drown in the silence they left their room in until Sergio corrupts it by somehow finding Fernando's stomach in the dark and poking it. Of course Fernando would giggle.

"Stop." Fernando moans.

"What do we do nooow?" Sergio whines, still poking his stomach.

"Turn the fucking light on." Fernando grabs Sergio's hand from under his shirt.

Sergio sits up and Fernando can hear him feeling the wall for the light switch. Then, the room brightens and Sergio groans when he lays back down. He sighs and relaxes as if the wooden floor was his bed.

They're much closer now, so when Fernando speaks, he breathes hotly against his face.

"You have lipstick on your face. Why...where did you get lipstick on your face?" Fernando tries to rub the red smear on Sergio's cheek and ends up poking him in the eye.

"Ow. That ..that woman by the bathroom. Remember?" Sergio says, rubbing his eye.

Fernando frowns a little, pout-like. "Everyone wants to kiss you."

"You want to kiss me." Sergio says, practically yelling.

"Shhh," Fernando holds his finger to his lips and giggles.

Sergio whispers instead. "I'd fuck you, right now. I'm just saying."

Fernando tries not to smirk too hard. "What?"

"I said I'd fuck you right now," Sergio yells again. Fernando puts his hand over Sergio's mouth. He licks at his palm and pulls him over on top of him. Fernando loses his balance when he tries to prop himself up on his hands, Sergio's trying to rub against him with his leg but ends up kneeing him in the balls instead.

Fernando fully collapses on him and groans in his neck. "Fuck, Sergio." he says, throaty and high pitched.

"Oh my..Oh my god. I'm sorry." Sergio starts. He sits up and lets Fernando get off.

He leans against the other side of wall, dangerously biting his bottom lip as the pain shoots up and down his body.

"What..I mean, should I get something or..?" Sergio tries desperately.

Fernando has his eyes screwed shut. "I-I'm fine. Just, fuck, be quiet for a sec."

Sergio sighs and stands from the floor before stumbling over something as he heads to the kitchen in their suite. He nearly falls again but he grabs the refrigerator handle before that tries to happen. He opens the freezer too fast and the whole ice tray falls out of it. All of the ice cubes are scattered across his feet.

Sergio sympathetically frowns before yelling, "FERNANDO. WE KINDA RAN OUT OF ICE."

He can hear him whine from the front door.

When he comes back, Fernando's up but still using the wall for balance.

He turns to face Sergio. "I'm fine anyway. Why were you getting ice?" Fernando tries to laugh but it puts him more off-balance. His hands slip down the wall.

Sergio giddily smirks. "For your-"

"Balls?" Fernando finishes. Sergio comes forward and tries to hold him up, but he's not any steadier on his feet than Fernando is.

Fernando slings an arm over his shoulder and Sergio tries to focus on keeping them steady. They weave their way towards the couch.

They lay across the cushions and Sergio puts his arm across Fernando's waist.

"You okay?" Sergio asks.

Fernando nods, staring mindlessly at his exposed collarbone. "I haven't gotten that.. kicked so hard since..since..." he laughs. "..fuck, I can't even remember."

"Didn't Raúl knee you once?"

Fernando rolls his eyes. "That was you. He kneed you, not me."

Sergio laughs at himself. "Yeah, well, I asked for that one, literally--"

"Oh god, stop." Fernando warns. "I really don't want to hear your..your adventures with the others in the past."

Sergio leans forward so that their noses can brush. "You so do." he coos. "I'm the one who gave Albiol his first blow jo-"

"-Sergio."

"What? He wanted me to, so that he could know how to do it with Álvaro."

Fernando frowns. "Álvaro!? No way."

Sergio raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? I mean, they've been at it for a while. Álvaro has nice abs. He's pretty hot. Don't you think?"

"What-" Fernando laughs. "I don't--yeah. I guess. But can you imagine fucking someone with a voice like that? And he's so--" Fernando waves his hand around like the right word is hovering in the air around him somewhere. "He's so--"

"Yeah" Sergio nods enthusiastically. "He so is." he says. And then, "You're not that innocent, either. Are you?"

Fernando's eyes flutter as he attempts to laugh. "What? No one is, but I've never slept with..with teammates. That's just--no."

Sergio snorts. "Really?"

"Really." Fernando bites his lip. "Have you seen the guys on my team? Not exactly my type."

"Oh? What's your type, then?" Sergio smirks.

Fernando finally looks away. "I-I don't know."

Sergio licks his lips. "You like long hair?"

Fernando starts to laugh but then Sergio pulls his hand up and to his hair, where his fingers spread through the strands, he ends up only smiling shyly.

"Well." he stutters a little. "I like long hair on you."

Sergio expression softens. "What else?"

Fernando stammers under his gaze and looks back to his neck again. "I'm not sure."

"I'm sure you know." Sergio says.

"I like your..." Fernando is whispering and Sergio leans in closer to hear.

"My what?"

Fernando runs his other hand up Sergio's thigh. "I don't know--"

"Lips?" Sergio suddenly presses his mouth to Fernando's neck. "Are they your type?" he mumbles there.

Fernando can't even keep his eyes open anymore. "Mmhm." He pulls back on Sergio's hair, looking less bashful now. Sergio grows more and more on top of him, sucking and grazing his skin. Fernando hums and giggles the entire time. And then, Sergio tries to move his other leg on Fernando's side but he fails as they both suddenly slide off the couch together. Now Fernando's on top, laughing in the crook of his neck.

"That's not funny. I hit my head on the coffee table." Sergio mumbles. Rubbing the back of his skull and despite himself, smiling.

Fernando extracts his face from his neck to leave his lips on his cheek. "Sorry." he mumbles, but Sergio cups his face and kisses him. Fernando pulls on his hair a little as Sergio licks into his mouth, sucking on his tongue and driving whimpers from him. Sergio hands move under Fernando's shirt and all over his silk back. His fingers feel like fire, like they did before in the dazed taxi ride, but even worse now. His back involuntarily arch against them. The touch quickens his heart.

When Sergio tugs on his bottom lip, Fernando frowns and moans. He pulls away and tries to recover against Sergio's neck as his hands tease his tailbone.

"..I feel funny." he mutters.

Sergio sucks his earlobe. "You're fine. It's the drink."

Fernando nods as he bites his lip when Sergio's finger slip under the rim of his boxers. "But, l-like this? My skin, ..it's like I have a ..fever." he slurs.

Sergio hotly breathes against his ear. "It was laced a little. That's all."

His fingers slip from under Fernando's boxers where they would have dug into soft flesh, if it hadn't been for Fernando sitting up. He still looks drunk, but more awake.

"What? Laced?" Fernando whispers at him.

Sergio swallows hard. "..Kinda."

"So..you uh," Fernando tries, mindlessly threading his own hair. His eyes burn. "-you drugged me?"

Sergio eyes widen as he shakes his head. "No, I--I didn't actually know they were sparked until I drunk some. I swear--"

"Why didn't you tell me then?" Fernando asks, full of hurt.

Sergio pathetically looks away. "I don't know."

Fernando feels weak as he sits on Sergio. He doesn't feel right anymore. "Okay." he mumbles as he stands up.

"Where are you going?" Sergio sits up and watches Fernando walk to their bedroom doors.

"To bed." And, "Good Night."

When the door closes, Sergio stares at it in a haze. He stands up and thinks about checking the refrigerator for any liquor, but then he suddenly feels sick of being drunk, so he walks over to the front door and turns the light switch off, and decides to sleep on the couch. His mind continues to reel the scene over and over again.

Fernando leans on the door for a while, trying to calm himself down. He sighs as he fumbles to take off his jeans, ignoring his raging erection in the moonlight. He slips under the covers of Sergio's bed, he knows it's his bed because he can already smell his cologne and shampoo all over the pillows. It feels like it clogs his chest every time inhales.

It's a long while until Sergio finally starts to feel sleepy, despite being cold in the darkness that drowns him. He still feels like he's spinning, but his subconscious is slowly slipping into that later stage. All up until he hears a creak of a door opening. He still keeps his eyes shut.

Fernando walks up to the couch carefully, not wanting to trip over anything.

Sergio finally opens one eye when he feels Fernando watching him.

He sits up, "Fer-"

Fernando pushes him back against the couch. He puts his hand on his shoulder and slips in his lap, straddling him. Sergio watches carelessly as Fernando grabs his hand and stuffs it into the front of his boxers.

Fernando eyes flutter as he sighs heavily from his nostrils. "This is your fault."

Sergio holds his breath. Fernando lets go of his hand but Sergio keeps it where it is.

"This is what you want right?" Fernando starts. "That's why you didn't tell me the fucking drinks were laced, so fine, let's just fuck. I want to go to sleep and forget this night ever happened."

Sergio slowly shakes his head. "But I don't want to just--"

Fernando puts his hand over his mouth. "Just do it, just ..fucking stop talking and do it, Sergio. You've done it with everyone else, it shouldn't be that goddamn har--"

Sergio doesn't give him a chance to finish as he rips his hand from his mouth and clashes their lips together. Fernando moans in his mouth for how much it hurts and how much it hardens his cock in Sergio's hand. His hips are already circling against him and Sergio's other hand is already squeezing his ass. He can't stop pulling on his hair.

Sergio pulls back from his mouth. "God, Fernando. I want--"

"I know what you want. Just-" Fernando tugs at Sergio's shirt. "Come on. Please."

"Wait, wait. I don't have anything out here for-" Sergio tries but Fernando isn't really listening, he's staring down at the hand in his pants and continuously rubbing his thighs. But suddenly Sergio is pushing him off his lap and getting up.

"The fuck-" Fernando starts, watching Sergio run to their bedroom.

When he gets to the bathroom, he quickly rushes over to his drawer where his bag is in, where the condoms and lube are kept. His vision completely spins as he blindly reaches into the small bag. And he barely has his hand around a tube until he's being spun around and face-to-face to a flushed disheveled Fernando.

"Don't do that again." Fernando wraps his arms around Sergio's neck and kisses him deeply as they clash against the counter. Sergio tucks the lube in his back pocket and rubs all over Fernando's back and ass, it's almost insane for how much Fernando moans then. He reaches under his boxers and squeezes at the back of his thighs, suddenly hoisting him up as Fernando wrapped his legs around him. They still kiss as they stumble forward and into the unmistakable bathtub.

Fernando groans against his lips for how hard he's being pressed. He can barely breathe, let alone bear Sergio's hands digging into his ass cheeks. He starts to pull his shirt up from the hem, and Sergio sits up a little for him to pull it off him completely. He attacks the caramel shoulder with his mouth as Sergio starts to slide his boxers off. Everything happens so fast and hard and intoxicatingly that Fernando fears his head might just blow off then, but that is just the beginning when Sergio's suddenly sticky but warm hand starts to rub his cock steadily, and every so often rubbing his very neglected sack. Fernando has his head back against the tub, bracing his hands on Sergio's shoulders as he licks his lips and pants. Sergio keeps kissing his neck repeatedly, like he's obsessed with it. He pulls his hands away and swallows the whimpers from Fernando's mouth. Sergio spreads his legs and lifts each of them to dangle over the bathtub rim, he settles between there before slipping his jeans off and throwing them across the bathroom. Fernando can feel him straining against his boxers, throbbing against his stomach. He bites Sergio's bottom lip when he kisses him.

"Fuck me." he mumbles, and he can feel Sergio's dangerous smirk form.

Sergio doesn't prepare him, because there isn't enough time and Fernando just might bite his ear off then. He slicks his swollen cock with the lube and throws that out of the tub as well. He sinks his teeth into Fernando's neck as he hovers against his entrance. One shove by Fernando's forceful hand on his ass is all it takes for him to be fully buried inside him. And he just drinks in the cries that spill against his ears. Once he starts to move, Fernando's fingers immediately dig into his skin, because he can't take the cock inside him that's already abusing his prostate. Sergio's watches his face the entire time. How red his freckled skin is and how he's frowning and tugging at his bottom lip, trapping so many whimpers. And he can already feel himself slowly snapping, slowly giving into the tightness that engulfs his dick and so he thrusts harder and faster, feeding his dick to the very hilt that makes Fernando shudder his name. He's so loud and Sergio's never heard him like this before, or himself for that matter and just the mere sound itself, his voice so pitchy and high, makes him cum deep inside. Fernando's so tight then, and he's spilling between their stomachs as he violently forces a kiss from Sergio. They continue for as long as their climaxes go, so long that their lips and tongues burn when they're done.

Fernando almost smirks for the sudden after taste of that shot.

Iker wakes up to a fistful of hungover teammates as they filter down his hallway. He blindly throws on one of the training shirt and shorts. When he gets down to the dinner tables, everyone looks like complete and utter shit, even Aragónes with some of the other assistant coaches. Iker remembers them partying as well, he remembers everyone partying as if they had won the Euros already. This would come to haunt them if they didn't win.

He would have actually found their looks funny, but when he saw Fábregas practically screwing his head into the table, the humor ran away.

"Good Morning." Iker says, carefully.

Cesc gives him one look before, "Fuck." and slowly, "You."

Iker frowns. "What?"

"You know what." he emphasises. "When I told you to hold my fucking bag, that's what I meant. Not to pass it on to someone else."

"What bag?" Iker asks, only remembering when the first and last time he saw Cesc at the club, and it was only a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"The one where I had the stuff in, the CyI." Cesc says.

"You never gave me a bag. You only gave me a kiss. Maybe you gave it to someone else." Iker tells him, ruffling up his bed hair. "What the hell is a CyI, anyways?" he mumbles.

Cesc frowns. "..If it wasn't you then, ew. Who the hell did I bite?"

Iker ignores his question. "How do you even know it was passed on to someone else? Maybe that person put it down somewhere."

Cesc snorts as Santi appears with two trays of breakfast.

"Saaannttii." Cesc howls.

"Don't do that, you'll set my headache off again." Santi lifts up Cesc's head from the table so that he could place the tray there.

Cesc picks up a grape from the foreign breakfast food. "Tell Iker what you saw. Well, what we saw but what I can't remember."

Santi raises a eyebrow. "García streaking down the 8th floor?"

"No. God, no. I meant what we saw before that."

"Oooh. You mean those two."

Iker glances between them both. "What two?"

Santi smiles. "Well, me and Cesc were looking for Silva cos' he had my cellphone. We thought he had shared rooms with Villa, which is on the 8th floor. So we went and Cesc was fainting all over my arm n' shit. And I stopped and used his phone to call mine instead of guessing room numbers. Then out of nowhere, I see Sergio and Nando giggling and wrestling down the hallway. And just, my god, I had to take a picture."

Iker stares shockingly. "You're kidding?"

"Nope. Sergio even carried him inside the fucking room and Fernando was practically sucking on his neck. It was soooo amazing, I swear." Santi cheers, opening Cesc's phone with a grin.

Cesc pipes up, with a mouth full of grapes. "Wich iz whyy fhey wood'na havf dun awl zhat witout a liddle hwelp.”

Iker frowns confusingly before Santi passes him the phone.

"He means the Cielo y Infierno shots. CyI." Santi says.

Iker stares at the picture for a gorgeous amount of time until Cesc finally pries it from his hands. He looks up with a blank expression but still can see the image of Fernando on Sergio's back against the door.

"Wow." he says. "..and these shots..?"

"-they have ecstasy in them. Just a little. Not enough to kill them. " Santi finishes for him and Cesc sends him a death glare.

Iker yells, "Ecstasy?! What the hell are you doing with those, Cesc?!"

Everyone looks to their table and Iker immediately feels weak, especially when Aragónes looks over.

"Yeah, I-I hate this game too!" Santi suddenly yells, and every suddenly minds their own business.

Aragónes warns, "Keep it down, Cazorla."

Iker sends a look towards Cesc before standing and leaving the table.

Santi pats Cesc's back as he groans. "Well, I'm fucked."

When Iker makes it to the 8th floor, he suddenly is grateful that he remembers not seeing them down for breakfast, for this trip would have been a waste. He doesn't even know why he feels like he should check on them. Maybe because they've always cherished the relationship they had, that even though they liked each other a lot and never admitted, they were okay with being just friends. Iker isn't convinced that it's going to be all well that they fucked when they were drunk and woke up sober together, that's if they even fucked--which he isn't going to doubt.

He knocks at the door for a while, but no one answers. He knows they're in there. They couldn't be anywhere else. And judging by the red light on the reader indicating that it's locked from the inside, it's impossible, unless they were that drunk/high to jump out off the balcony.

Iker stops his train of thought there.

He goes down to his room and gets the master key he had been so graciously gifted with by being captain. When he slips the key into the reader and goes inside, he nearly kills himself over the shoes that are crowded there. They had been kicked and scattered around. And the living room is a complete mess. It reminds him of Cesc's room, but a bit less.

"You guys?" he calls out, walking into the kitchen. He nearly slips before catching himself on the counter. The floor is wet.

After drying his feet with some napkins, he knocks on their bedroom doors. They don't answer and he thinks for a split second that maybe it was a good sign and that he should just leave before he sees something that will haunt him forever. But then the ecstasy thing comes up, and it gets him worrying that maybe they did something stupid and got knocked out while trying to fuck in the shower or something. That thought alone makes him immediately turn the knob.

The bed is empty, which he sighs a little relief over, but the bathroom door is eerily cracked open. He takes his time when he opens it. And when his eyes focus in the darkness, he can see a pair of legs hanging off the rim of the tub, which nearly stops his heart from beating. He turns the lights on, but he's still too far away to see the inside of the tub. When he's closer, he almost forgets how to breathe.

It's like a still-picture from a movie, but much more natural, real.

They're draped with a sheet from their bed. Sergio fills the tub, as for Fernando lays on top of him, draping his legs over the rim. His face is buried neatly in Sergio's neck, so he's hidden away from the outside somehow. Sergio's nose is buried in his blonde tousled hair, and Iker can already imagine how many times he must have smelt his hair in his dream and smiled, because that's something Sergio could only do. He thinks about waking them up, but then he thinks it's better if he leaves them like they are. There's no training until later in the day, so they have plenty of time to decide to wake up from their fantasies.

Whatever happens when they wake up, happens.

----

"Hey."

Fernando turns to find Sergio leaning against his room door, smiling as ever.

"Hi." he mumbles to himself, just getting done with pouting on his bed.

Sergio walks forward and naturally sits beside him, brushing one of Fer's brown strands behind his ear like he always does.

"You never really forgave me for that night, did you?" Sergio asks.

Fernando glances at him and back to his hands. He doesn't answer.

Sergio sighs. "I figured, but I understand." He grabs for one of Fernando's fidgeting hands. "I should have told you what the fucking drink was and I didn't, and I'm sorry. I just, I saw you there smiling and enjoying yourself. And I just, I wanted to see more of that. I did but, now it's 2 years later and I'm not hearing the end of what I did."

Fernando rubs his thumb over Sergio's ring. "It's alright, honestly. I need to get over that and I will. I mean, look what's it's ..done for us?" he says, offering a small smile.

Sergio smiles back and leans over to leave a kiss on the side of Fernando's mouth. "Yeah. Look what it's brought me." he mumbles there.

He pulls away and Fernando's flushed, letting go of his hand to fidget some more.

"We should, um," he starts, struggling for words. "We should go, before we're late for the uh, for training."

"Fer."

Fernando looks back at him and Sergio smiles gracefully before fully kissing him on the lips. Fernando instinctively reaches to place his hand on the back of Sergio's neck as their lips grow warmer, but Sergio doesn't let it last long. He pulls back and stands.

"Let's go. We're gonna be late." he coos, licking his lips before walking out of the room.

Fernando sits there, enjoying the lingering heat on his mouth. He smirks before he stands and follows his lover, knowing full well that he won't be leaving his sight for the whole week.

+++

"Ah, I better not fucking injure myself on this field." Villa says, kicking the muddy grass with his cleats.

Pepe suddenly comes behind him, slapping his back too violently as usual. "You always say that before every game, you'll be fine."

"Do you not see how fucky this field is tho?"

Pepe shrugs as he slips his gloves on while examining the field. "There's nothing to fear. You know that. And besides, we've played on worse fields. Remember that super slick one back in France during 09'? Now that was one wet bitch."

Pepe turns to find Villa staring off somewhere else. He shoves him. "Hey, you could at least pretend you're listening.”

Villa rubs his arm. "Sorry. I was just watching those two."

"What two?" Pepe asks as he looks up to where Villa was looking. On the other side of the field, Sergio and Fernando are laughing away at Jesús who's clearing telling them to stop. "Oh, those two."

"Yeah, and it got me thinking." Villa says. Then, while devilishly smirking, "Remember when we gave them those random shots? My god.”

Pepe slowly nods. "Yeah. I still wonder what happened to them after they left the club. Who tried writing on Sergio's face with lipstick again? Wait, wasn't it Fernando?"

Villa shrugs in response and catches a look from Iker when he gets up from tying his shoes beside Pepe. He raises his hand before the striker and the goalkeeper could open their mouths.

Iker says, "Don't tell me. I already know, now."

sergio ramos, iker casillas, santi cazorla, cesc fabregas, pepe reina, fanfiction, david villa, raul albiol, fernando torres

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