Fiction: RPS - Firsts (Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas)
title: Firsts
word count: 410ish.
rating: PG (to PG-13)
warning(s): slash, male-with-male-ness, mention of violence
characters: Iker Casillas, Cesc Fabregas, mentions of Sergio Ramos, Fernando "El Nino" Torres, sleazy blond girl Cesc was accused of sleeping with
author's note: Oh, I've been meaning to get this gift for july_v up for a while but it kept dodging me. I had to fight it for hours today, to the point where I missed work in my classes. (It was just journalism... I was writing, teacher.) Thank you hun, for the lovely chats, the absolutely brilliant fic, and for being my friend and supporting me. ♥
Pfft, organization? I haven't heard of that. I don't have a beta and I wrote this in parts over several days...
Comments are love.
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Iker could think back to each meeting he had with each of his Spanish teammates. He remembers each post-match beer, each "I just need some help" moment, each spontaneous bonding day, each 'romantic' rendez-vous. But he always loved firsts. They were adventurous, a new chapter. He thought of Cesc a lot, maybe because he didn't see him too often nowadays.
Now he thought back to the first time they had video game night. Iker had been, naturally, Real Madrid and Cesc, Arsenal and he could remember the full body laughs they shared at the goalkeeper's protests to the score. That night, Cesc slept on the couch and the next morning, left a note before boarding a plane to England.
Their first beer night experience had been the night Cesc somehow lost his pants and cell phone in a poker game after a qualifying match for the Euro. Iker had told Sergio to crash with El Nino or someone and took in the drunken, pants-less Catalan. That night, Cesc passed out in the keeper's arms and the next morning, woke up late and alone in a cold bed.
That wasn't Iker's favorite time to think about. His favorite memory about Cesc was when he first met him. Aragones hardly gave him an introduction so he had to confront the new kid himself. "Iker." "Cesc." There was challenge in Cesc's everything. That night, Cesc fell asleep to thoughts of Iker and the next morning, he woke up excited for practice.
Their first fight had been bloody. Cesc had mouthed off when confronted about that sleazy blond he slept with and then, fist met face. Huffing and shouting, Cesc trailed red all the way to his car. That night, Cesc rented a motel room and found a girl and the next morning, he smiled at the apologetic voice message.
A first kiss... Iker felt his skin heat up at the thought. It was the night after their brawl. Cesc nibbled casually on his busted lip as they watched Top Gun. Iker's fingers ran across the bruised skin until his own lips had to follow. They were both surprised but neither of them pulled away, neither cursed and laughed, they just stayed like that for a minute or so. Cesc smiled the rest of the night as Iker glowed red. That night, Cesc slept in a bed he had thought of for months and the next morning, he was in strong, warm arms.