maritsel_chan: In Love With You (By Accident)
Author: _runningmascara
Recipient: maritsel_chan
Title: In Love With You (By Accident)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2500
Pairings/Character(s): Sergi Roberto/Marc Muniesa
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Drunk actions lead to right actions.
Beta'ed by: poppinrockz
A/N: I really hope you like this! I wasn't too sure on Sergi and Marc because I've never written them but I have a little thing for Sergi now so I was excited to write this. Happy Holidays!
His head is light, airy, eyes swimming before him. Sleeping sounds like an amazing idea at the moment.
“Marc... Marc!”
He’s pushed forward, which isn’t a good idea because he has a feeling everything he consumed in the last few hours is on its way back up his esophagus.
“Shit.”
Marc knows the voice but cannot place it right now. It sounds like... Nah, there’s no way it would be him anyway. He’s got training to go to tomorrow - unlike him.
Hands jostle him and for some odd reason Marc laughs, well giggles, like it’s the funniest thing in the world. He tries to reach for the hands but his get swatted out of the way which makes him laugh even more. It’s a fun game he wants to keep playing.
Then suddenly he’s moving - or well the car he’s sitting in is. His head flops forward on its own accord and Marc thinks he’ll just close his eyes until he gets home. They are kind of heavy right now anyway.
“Marc!”
He jerks forward, his eyes whipping open and for some odd reason Sergi is staring at him owlishly. Marc puts out a hand, trying to reach him but for some reason he falls short every time. It’s very funny.
“Marc, you are completely pissed, you know that?”
He thinks Sergi has on his ‘I’m a man’ voice but he’s not sure. So he tries to be serious for a moment, opening his eyes very wide and nodding (although the nodding proves to be a poor choice when he feels sick very quickly).
“Where... Where did you come from?” Marc’s tongue feels heavy. He doesn’t know why. “And where are we? I’m tired.”
Sergi frowns at him before shaking his head and getting out from driver’s seat. Because he can’t see him anymore, Marc closes his eyes again (damn things are just too heavy!) before a hand closes around his shoulder and shakes him.
“Oh, hey, Sergi.”
Sergi’s eyes are so blue right now, kind of mesmerizing. Marc has always liked Sergi’s eyes. They are his favourite part of his friend. Well, one of his favourite parts anyway.
Marc blinks when Sergi snaps his fingers under his nose and he has a slight urge to sneeze.
“You’re staying at my house tonight.”
Marc looks outside the window. Definitely not his house. “Why?”
Instead of answering, Sergi rolls his eyes before he slips his arms under Marc’s to help him up and out of the car. Marc wobbles. He knows he should ask for his crutches but Sergi slides even closer so their sides are pressed tight together. He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to.
Sergi however is mumbling something under his breath and though Marc can’t grasp any of it, he likes the sound of it, so much so that he lays his head on Sergi’s shoulder and listens to it like it’s his favourite song.
“Hey,” Sergi whispers when they get to the door. “Can you hold your own weight for a moment?”
Marc looks into his eyes again, not too sure what he’s agreeing to when he nods but he’s feeling good, so good. He likes the fact that even though Sergi moves his body away from his, he still keeps one hand curled around his back while he opens the door with the other. It makes the pain in his knee go away... almost.
Sergi’s warm returns when pulls Marc to him once again, taking most of his weight as he shuffles them into his house. Marc’s been here more than a few times but everything looks so different. He eyes the couch in the corner (his legs are getting heavy too now) but for some odd reason, Sergi bypasses it as he drags him somewhere else, somewhere further and Marc complains.
“Sergiiiiiiiii, I’m tired. Can’t I just sit on the couch? I won’t fall asleep. I promise.”
“I’m taking you somewhere even more comfortable than a couch.”
“Really?” Marc perks up. He really just wants to rest.
Seconds later, he’s being pushed down onto a bed where Marc willingly flops onto his back. He may or may not let out a moan (one that he won’t remember later anyway).
“This is perfect, Sergi.”
He hears laughing but can’t see where it’s coming from. He can’t see anything. Everything’s really dark but there’s a hand on his ankles - it tickles a little - then fingers digging into his heel until his shoes are off.
He’s really tired. Marc will ask Sergi tomorrow why it’s so dark in his house.
*
As light filters in, practically stabbing his eyelids, Marc moans as he rolls away from it. He slowly becomes aware that he is dying because everything hurts: his head, his knee, his thighs. Everything.
“Oh, look who’s awake.”
The voice sounds a lot like... But that would be crazy. Why would Sergi be in his room?
“I have to go to training. You can stay here until I get back if you want?”
Stay here...? Marc suddenly feels very sick. He opens his eyes slowly, noticing what he didn’t want to believe. This is most definitely not his room. Sergi’s sitting at the foot of the bed with a too nice smile on his lips. His hair has flopped into his eyes a little and Marc hates him.
“Um... What am I doing here?”
Sergi sighs as he gets up. Marc notices he’s in his training gear already.
“I don’t have time to explain the whole thing but basically you got pissed drunk and called me last night,” Sergi doesn’t look at him as he speaks and that makes Marc feel even worse. What the fuck did he exactly do last night? Eusebio is going to have my ass if I’m late.” He walks towards the door before stopping and turning back around. “Just... stay okay? Until I get back at least.”
Marc just nods before waiting for Sergi to leave to pull the covers over his head and hope the bed would open up and swallow him whole.
*
The next time he wakes up there’s a hand on his forehead, fingers smoothing his hair. It takes him a moment to realize Sergi’s in bed with him, not knowing he’s awake just yet. Marc wants to scream, speak... do something but he can’t. This is something he’s wanted for a long time but he knows Sergi isn’t into him the way he is.
After a moment however, Sergi’s looking down at him, smiling, but he pulls his hand away.
“Hey, you’re finally awake.”
Marc tries to return the smile but he knows he falls short. He sits up so they’re at eye level.
“Yeah. Thanks for letting me crash.”
Sergi laughs, his eyes sparkling in the bright lights and Marc mentally curses himself. He must be drunk still.
“You know it’s not a problem. Ever.”
“What happened... exactly?”
Sergi shrugs as he lowers his gaze to his hands.
“I have no idea. You were out with some friends I guess and you called me. You started saying how much you missed playing and starting cursing your knee before you begged me to pick you up,” Sergi pauses as he looks back up. “So I picked you up.”
“But why didn’t you take me home?”
“Oh...”
Marc back straightens as Sergi falls silent, looking visibly uncomfortable. He immediately regrets asking. He doesn’t need to know really. Sergi was just being a good friend.
“Because I was worried,” Sergi whispers. His blue eyes are wide, making them look unreal, like a figment of his imagination. “You shouldn’t have been alone last night, you know?”
The feeling that flushes Marc’s body isn’t new and on most days it isn’t unwanted but right now, having the urge to throw caution to the wind and kiss on of his really good friends is a bad idea. A huge fucking mistake yet when he does, it feels nothing short of amazing... Until Sergi pulls away and is staring at him, eyes even wider than before and Marc wants to shrink away.
He knows he should stay something, apologize, make excuses or at least blame it on the copious amount of alcohol running through his veins but he can’t. He can’t even begin to explain how stupid that was.
Sergi shakes his head before leaning forward and kissing him. It’s light, nothing more than a press of lips and Marc is able to rejoice when Sergi says, “I think you should leave, okay?”
He’s fucked it up. For years now life has been great without Sergi knowing and now... Now he has ruined one of the best friendships he’s ever had.
“Okay,” Marc whispers as he quickly gets out of the bed and looks for his shoes. His knee is protesting but at the moment he can’t do anything about it. He focuses on leaving that he doesn’t know if Sergi has moved from the bed at all. He really just wants to leave before he causes any more embarrassment.
“Marc?”
He thinks he was home free but the call of his name stops him in his tracks. He turns around slowly though he doesn’t meet Sergi’s eyes completely.
“Take... Take my car, okay? The keys are on the table by the door.”
He wants to argue, to refuse because really, that is too kind for someone who just springs a kiss on you for no fucking reason but Marc needs to get out of there as soon as possible. He knows they will figure out things later anyway. Somehow.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
He practically runs out of the house - well hobbles (his knee is going to be a bitch later), not caring that his headache is pounding against his temples.
*
Marc spends the rest of the day trying his best to ignore everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. Once he gets home, he showers, take a few painkillers (for both his knee and headache) before tending to his knee. He knows his doctors won’t be happy with his behaviour and utter lack of care for his recovery but he won’t see them for another week or so, so Marc is hoping he can make it up by staying off his feet and not leave his house for the next little while.
He orders take out because even attempting to make something to eat seems like a task at the moment and once it comes, he settles on the couch, legs propped up, and watches a movie. For some reason, he eyes slide towards the door every few minutes or to his phone, like he waiting on someone...
When the movie finishes, he goes to bed, undisturbed for the night.
*
When the morning comes, Marc feels a lot better than he did the day before, well physically at least. He no longer has the headache he went to bed with and feels a lot more human; however, mentally... he doesn’t know how he will ever face Sergi again. A part of him doesn’t want to be so pessimistic to believe he fucked up so badly that they will never be friends again but he doesn’t really know how they will recover from this.
Yet... There’s a part of him too that thinks maybe - just maybe - Sergi just needs time to process what happened because he did kiss him before he kicked him out. It’s not much to go on but it’s a little piece of hope he has tucked away in the back of his mind.
Marc is half way through breakfast when the doorbell rings and he freezes in his chair. He knows who it is and though he much rather leave it unanswered he knows that will solve nothing.
It isn’t until he’s opening the door does Marc realize he’s just in his boxers and t-shirt. Is he ever going to stop making stupid decisions?
“Hey, Sergi,” Marc says quietly as he steps aside for his friend (for now) to come inside without waiting for him to ask.
“Hey,” Sergi returns as he quickly bustles in.
Marc gives himself a moment to breathe in deep before he follows after Sergi, settling on the side of the couch that isn’t occupied.
“I know.”
Marc coughs, not sure what Sergi means.
“What?”
“I’ve known how you... uh... feel about me.”
“What?” Marc repeats, this time utterly horrified. This is NOT how this conversation is supposed to go.
Sergi looks nervous and for some reason it’s slightly comforting.
“I’ve known... for a few months at least. Well, maybe since you tore your ACL. Cristian mentioned something and it’s made sense ever since.”
I’m going to kill Tello, Marc thinks.
“It’s not his fault though.”
Oh, maybe he said that out loud then.
“All Cristian said was that I was the only one you wanted around for the first few weeks when you got injured, besides your family. I didn’t think much about it until he mentioned that. Then I started to pay a little more attention and yeah... you’re not very subtle about it.”
Marc lets out a nervous laugh because what else is he supposed to do.
“It’s not... unwelcome but,” He pauses and Marc’s heart jumps into his throat. He needs Sergi to finish that thought otherwise he doesn’t know how he will be able to continue to sitting here next to him.
But seconds go by, turn into minutes yet Sergi hasn’t said another word. He is no longer looking at Marc and that drives him crazy. So, he slides over and lightly presses their thighs together.
“But?”
Finally, Sergi tilts his head up and looks at him with his blue eyes, eyes that are too surreal for Marc at the moment.
“I have... never... you know?”
Marc licks his lips nervously, letting out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, me too. I was scared when I first realized it.”
“Wouldn’t it be weird? Neither of us would know what we are doing.”
Marc knows this is his chance otherwise he’d live to regret it and with being blessed with so much good fortune in his life (ACL surgery aside) he knows he has to go for it.
“Well this way we can’t get too mad at each other if we fuck up because we’re both new to this.”
Sergi laughs, his face brightening and Marc feels his mood lifting. Suddenly, his heart isn’t so heavy in his chest. Taking another chance, he lays his palm open against his leg, his eyes dropping from Sergi’s eyes to his hand, hoping Sergi will understand what he’s asking.
It must only be a minute but to Marc it feels like an eternity before Sergi covers his hand with his own and they smile to each other. When they lean in to each other for a kiss, it’s less hesitant and a little more assured than their first kiss and a lot more wanted by both men.
It isn’t going to be easy - they know that - but they are ready to figure it out together.
Recipient: maritsel_chan
Title: In Love With You (By Accident)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2500
Pairings/Character(s): Sergi Roberto/Marc Muniesa
Disclaimer: Fiction
Summary: Drunk actions lead to right actions.
Beta'ed by: poppinrockz
A/N: I really hope you like this! I wasn't too sure on Sergi and Marc because I've never written them but I have a little thing for Sergi now so I was excited to write this. Happy Holidays!
His head is light, airy, eyes swimming before him. Sleeping sounds like an amazing idea at the moment.
“Marc... Marc!”
He’s pushed forward, which isn’t a good idea because he has a feeling everything he consumed in the last few hours is on its way back up his esophagus.
“Shit.”
Marc knows the voice but cannot place it right now. It sounds like... Nah, there’s no way it would be him anyway. He’s got training to go to tomorrow - unlike him.
Hands jostle him and for some odd reason Marc laughs, well giggles, like it’s the funniest thing in the world. He tries to reach for the hands but his get swatted out of the way which makes him laugh even more. It’s a fun game he wants to keep playing.
Then suddenly he’s moving - or well the car he’s sitting in is. His head flops forward on its own accord and Marc thinks he’ll just close his eyes until he gets home. They are kind of heavy right now anyway.
“Marc!”
He jerks forward, his eyes whipping open and for some odd reason Sergi is staring at him owlishly. Marc puts out a hand, trying to reach him but for some reason he falls short every time. It’s very funny.
“Marc, you are completely pissed, you know that?”
He thinks Sergi has on his ‘I’m a man’ voice but he’s not sure. So he tries to be serious for a moment, opening his eyes very wide and nodding (although the nodding proves to be a poor choice when he feels sick very quickly).
“Where... Where did you come from?” Marc’s tongue feels heavy. He doesn’t know why. “And where are we? I’m tired.”
Sergi frowns at him before shaking his head and getting out from driver’s seat. Because he can’t see him anymore, Marc closes his eyes again (damn things are just too heavy!) before a hand closes around his shoulder and shakes him.
“Oh, hey, Sergi.”
Sergi’s eyes are so blue right now, kind of mesmerizing. Marc has always liked Sergi’s eyes. They are his favourite part of his friend. Well, one of his favourite parts anyway.
Marc blinks when Sergi snaps his fingers under his nose and he has a slight urge to sneeze.
“You’re staying at my house tonight.”
Marc looks outside the window. Definitely not his house. “Why?”
Instead of answering, Sergi rolls his eyes before he slips his arms under Marc’s to help him up and out of the car. Marc wobbles. He knows he should ask for his crutches but Sergi slides even closer so their sides are pressed tight together. He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to.
Sergi however is mumbling something under his breath and though Marc can’t grasp any of it, he likes the sound of it, so much so that he lays his head on Sergi’s shoulder and listens to it like it’s his favourite song.
“Hey,” Sergi whispers when they get to the door. “Can you hold your own weight for a moment?”
Marc looks into his eyes again, not too sure what he’s agreeing to when he nods but he’s feeling good, so good. He likes the fact that even though Sergi moves his body away from his, he still keeps one hand curled around his back while he opens the door with the other. It makes the pain in his knee go away... almost.
Sergi’s warm returns when pulls Marc to him once again, taking most of his weight as he shuffles them into his house. Marc’s been here more than a few times but everything looks so different. He eyes the couch in the corner (his legs are getting heavy too now) but for some odd reason, Sergi bypasses it as he drags him somewhere else, somewhere further and Marc complains.
“Sergiiiiiiiii, I’m tired. Can’t I just sit on the couch? I won’t fall asleep. I promise.”
“I’m taking you somewhere even more comfortable than a couch.”
“Really?” Marc perks up. He really just wants to rest.
Seconds later, he’s being pushed down onto a bed where Marc willingly flops onto his back. He may or may not let out a moan (one that he won’t remember later anyway).
“This is perfect, Sergi.”
He hears laughing but can’t see where it’s coming from. He can’t see anything. Everything’s really dark but there’s a hand on his ankles - it tickles a little - then fingers digging into his heel until his shoes are off.
He’s really tired. Marc will ask Sergi tomorrow why it’s so dark in his house.
*
As light filters in, practically stabbing his eyelids, Marc moans as he rolls away from it. He slowly becomes aware that he is dying because everything hurts: his head, his knee, his thighs. Everything.
“Oh, look who’s awake.”
The voice sounds a lot like... But that would be crazy. Why would Sergi be in his room?
“I have to go to training. You can stay here until I get back if you want?”
Stay here...? Marc suddenly feels very sick. He opens his eyes slowly, noticing what he didn’t want to believe. This is most definitely not his room. Sergi’s sitting at the foot of the bed with a too nice smile on his lips. His hair has flopped into his eyes a little and Marc hates him.
“Um... What am I doing here?”
Sergi sighs as he gets up. Marc notices he’s in his training gear already.
“I don’t have time to explain the whole thing but basically you got pissed drunk and called me last night,” Sergi doesn’t look at him as he speaks and that makes Marc feel even worse. What the fuck did he exactly do last night? Eusebio is going to have my ass if I’m late.” He walks towards the door before stopping and turning back around. “Just... stay okay? Until I get back at least.”
Marc just nods before waiting for Sergi to leave to pull the covers over his head and hope the bed would open up and swallow him whole.
*
The next time he wakes up there’s a hand on his forehead, fingers smoothing his hair. It takes him a moment to realize Sergi’s in bed with him, not knowing he’s awake just yet. Marc wants to scream, speak... do something but he can’t. This is something he’s wanted for a long time but he knows Sergi isn’t into him the way he is.
After a moment however, Sergi’s looking down at him, smiling, but he pulls his hand away.
“Hey, you’re finally awake.”
Marc tries to return the smile but he knows he falls short. He sits up so they’re at eye level.
“Yeah. Thanks for letting me crash.”
Sergi laughs, his eyes sparkling in the bright lights and Marc mentally curses himself. He must be drunk still.
“You know it’s not a problem. Ever.”
“What happened... exactly?”
Sergi shrugs as he lowers his gaze to his hands.
“I have no idea. You were out with some friends I guess and you called me. You started saying how much you missed playing and starting cursing your knee before you begged me to pick you up,” Sergi pauses as he looks back up. “So I picked you up.”
“But why didn’t you take me home?”
“Oh...”
Marc back straightens as Sergi falls silent, looking visibly uncomfortable. He immediately regrets asking. He doesn’t need to know really. Sergi was just being a good friend.
“Because I was worried,” Sergi whispers. His blue eyes are wide, making them look unreal, like a figment of his imagination. “You shouldn’t have been alone last night, you know?”
The feeling that flushes Marc’s body isn’t new and on most days it isn’t unwanted but right now, having the urge to throw caution to the wind and kiss on of his really good friends is a bad idea. A huge fucking mistake yet when he does, it feels nothing short of amazing... Until Sergi pulls away and is staring at him, eyes even wider than before and Marc wants to shrink away.
He knows he should stay something, apologize, make excuses or at least blame it on the copious amount of alcohol running through his veins but he can’t. He can’t even begin to explain how stupid that was.
Sergi shakes his head before leaning forward and kissing him. It’s light, nothing more than a press of lips and Marc is able to rejoice when Sergi says, “I think you should leave, okay?”
He’s fucked it up. For years now life has been great without Sergi knowing and now... Now he has ruined one of the best friendships he’s ever had.
“Okay,” Marc whispers as he quickly gets out of the bed and looks for his shoes. His knee is protesting but at the moment he can’t do anything about it. He focuses on leaving that he doesn’t know if Sergi has moved from the bed at all. He really just wants to leave before he causes any more embarrassment.
“Marc?”
He thinks he was home free but the call of his name stops him in his tracks. He turns around slowly though he doesn’t meet Sergi’s eyes completely.
“Take... Take my car, okay? The keys are on the table by the door.”
He wants to argue, to refuse because really, that is too kind for someone who just springs a kiss on you for no fucking reason but Marc needs to get out of there as soon as possible. He knows they will figure out things later anyway. Somehow.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
He practically runs out of the house - well hobbles (his knee is going to be a bitch later), not caring that his headache is pounding against his temples.
*
Marc spends the rest of the day trying his best to ignore everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. Once he gets home, he showers, take a few painkillers (for both his knee and headache) before tending to his knee. He knows his doctors won’t be happy with his behaviour and utter lack of care for his recovery but he won’t see them for another week or so, so Marc is hoping he can make it up by staying off his feet and not leave his house for the next little while.
He orders take out because even attempting to make something to eat seems like a task at the moment and once it comes, he settles on the couch, legs propped up, and watches a movie. For some reason, he eyes slide towards the door every few minutes or to his phone, like he waiting on someone...
When the movie finishes, he goes to bed, undisturbed for the night.
*
When the morning comes, Marc feels a lot better than he did the day before, well physically at least. He no longer has the headache he went to bed with and feels a lot more human; however, mentally... he doesn’t know how he will ever face Sergi again. A part of him doesn’t want to be so pessimistic to believe he fucked up so badly that they will never be friends again but he doesn’t really know how they will recover from this.
Yet... There’s a part of him too that thinks maybe - just maybe - Sergi just needs time to process what happened because he did kiss him before he kicked him out. It’s not much to go on but it’s a little piece of hope he has tucked away in the back of his mind.
Marc is half way through breakfast when the doorbell rings and he freezes in his chair. He knows who it is and though he much rather leave it unanswered he knows that will solve nothing.
It isn’t until he’s opening the door does Marc realize he’s just in his boxers and t-shirt. Is he ever going to stop making stupid decisions?
“Hey, Sergi,” Marc says quietly as he steps aside for his friend (for now) to come inside without waiting for him to ask.
“Hey,” Sergi returns as he quickly bustles in.
Marc gives himself a moment to breathe in deep before he follows after Sergi, settling on the side of the couch that isn’t occupied.
“I know.”
Marc coughs, not sure what Sergi means.
“What?”
“I’ve known how you... uh... feel about me.”
“What?” Marc repeats, this time utterly horrified. This is NOT how this conversation is supposed to go.
Sergi looks nervous and for some reason it’s slightly comforting.
“I’ve known... for a few months at least. Well, maybe since you tore your ACL. Cristian mentioned something and it’s made sense ever since.”
I’m going to kill Tello, Marc thinks.
“It’s not his fault though.”
Oh, maybe he said that out loud then.
“All Cristian said was that I was the only one you wanted around for the first few weeks when you got injured, besides your family. I didn’t think much about it until he mentioned that. Then I started to pay a little more attention and yeah... you’re not very subtle about it.”
Marc lets out a nervous laugh because what else is he supposed to do.
“It’s not... unwelcome but,” He pauses and Marc’s heart jumps into his throat. He needs Sergi to finish that thought otherwise he doesn’t know how he will be able to continue to sitting here next to him.
But seconds go by, turn into minutes yet Sergi hasn’t said another word. He is no longer looking at Marc and that drives him crazy. So, he slides over and lightly presses their thighs together.
“But?”
Finally, Sergi tilts his head up and looks at him with his blue eyes, eyes that are too surreal for Marc at the moment.
“I have... never... you know?”
Marc licks his lips nervously, letting out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, me too. I was scared when I first realized it.”
“Wouldn’t it be weird? Neither of us would know what we are doing.”
Marc knows this is his chance otherwise he’d live to regret it and with being blessed with so much good fortune in his life (ACL surgery aside) he knows he has to go for it.
“Well this way we can’t get too mad at each other if we fuck up because we’re both new to this.”
Sergi laughs, his face brightening and Marc feels his mood lifting. Suddenly, his heart isn’t so heavy in his chest. Taking another chance, he lays his palm open against his leg, his eyes dropping from Sergi’s eyes to his hand, hoping Sergi will understand what he’s asking.
It must only be a minute but to Marc it feels like an eternity before Sergi covers his hand with his own and they smile to each other. When they lean in to each other for a kiss, it’s less hesitant and a little more assured than their first kiss and a lot more wanted by both men.
It isn’t going to be easy - they know that - but they are ready to figure it out together.