Fic: If I go crazy then will you still call me superman? [Raul/Guti] [13/?]
part 2
The blond is staring into the waves, the same blank expression on his face once more, when Raul finally reaches him.
“Guti,” Raul pants, trying to catch his breath. Though it hadn’t looked like he was moving that quickly, when Guti wants to, he can clearly move fast, and Raul had practically had to sprint to try to catch him. Guti though, doesn’t react at all, seeming completely unaware of Raul’s presence. “Guti …” Raul cautiously lays his hand on Guti’s arm.
“I didn’t mean to cause damage to your professional reputation,” Guti says, still staring out at the water. His voice is strange, distant.
“That’s …” Raul sighs, his shoulders slumping. “Look, don’t worry about that. Gerrard may be an ass, but he’s making a valid point, and … I’ll deal with him, okay?”
When Guti turns to look at Raul, Raul almost recoils. Guti’s eyes look blank- empty and hopeless. “And this is the team I’m supposed to be trusting to help my mental health?”
“Guti …” Raul’s heart aches, and he honestly doesn’t know what to say.
“You say my name so much,” Guti mumbles, staring down at his feet where they’re sinking in the sand. “No one ever says my name as much as you do.”
“I …” Raul pauses. He’s never thought of it like that before. “I guess I don’t know how else I can try to reach you,” he offers lamely.
Guti snorts, softly, sound barely audible over the sound of the waves. “You could always reach me,” he mumbles, so quietly Raul can’t hear.
“What?” Raul leans closer, “what did you say?”
Guti’s silent for a long moment, staring down at the sand and the water. Suddenly he turns, holding out his hand to Raul. “Come away with me.”
“What?” Raul’s certain he can’t have heard right.
“Come away with me,” Guti repeats. “If I could just …” he shakes his head. “If I just had a little time, if I could just explain …” He looks at Raul, that same hopeless look in his eyes. It’s a look Raul hates more than anything, he thinks.
“You want to go somewhere and talk?” he offers cautiously.
“Yeah.” Guti lets out a breath, and keeps his hand extended towards Raul.
Not entirely sure what he’s agreeing to, but knowing he has to try, Raul carefully places his hand in Guti’s. “Okay.”
He’s rewarded by a small little smile, and then Guti is closing his hand around Raul’s, drawing Raul towards himself. “Okay.” Raul steps forward, and forward, and then he’s almost right against Guti, with no idea where this is going, when …
Guti takes to the air. He’s only hovering a foot or so off the ground, but Raul’s never seen him fly in person before, and so he makes a noise of surprise and wonder, trying to take a step back so that he can see. But Guti is too quick for him, wrapping his arm around Raul’s waist and drawing Raul up against his body. And suddenly, suddenly Raul finds himself up in the air as well, being held in Guti’s arms as they hover. He’s not ashamed to admit he lets out a sound that might have some relation to a squeak.
When he looks up though, Guti is smiling down at him, all fond tenderness. “Shall we?” he asks, brushing a curl off of Raul’s forehead. Raul realizes Guti must be only holding on to him with one arm, and panic sets in as he clings to Guti’s shoulders. Guti laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says, leaning forward to brush the words across Raul’s neck, “I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you drop.” When Raul doesn’t relent in his clinging though, Guti smiles. “If it would make you feel more secure, you can wrap your legs around my waist,” he offers.
“What? I’m not going to …” Raul protests at first, but on second thought, the added stability sounds like a good idea. Reluctantly he swings his legs around Guti’s waist, locking his ankles at the small of Guti’s back.
“Are you ready?” Guti wants to know.
“Ready for what?” But even almost before the question is out of his mouth, they are up, up and away, and oh.
So this is what it feels like to be flying.
The blond is staring into the waves, the same blank expression on his face once more, when Raul finally reaches him.
“Guti,” Raul pants, trying to catch his breath. Though it hadn’t looked like he was moving that quickly, when Guti wants to, he can clearly move fast, and Raul had practically had to sprint to try to catch him. Guti though, doesn’t react at all, seeming completely unaware of Raul’s presence. “Guti …” Raul cautiously lays his hand on Guti’s arm.
“I didn’t mean to cause damage to your professional reputation,” Guti says, still staring out at the water. His voice is strange, distant.
“That’s …” Raul sighs, his shoulders slumping. “Look, don’t worry about that. Gerrard may be an ass, but he’s making a valid point, and … I’ll deal with him, okay?”
When Guti turns to look at Raul, Raul almost recoils. Guti’s eyes look blank- empty and hopeless. “And this is the team I’m supposed to be trusting to help my mental health?”
“Guti …” Raul’s heart aches, and he honestly doesn’t know what to say.
“You say my name so much,” Guti mumbles, staring down at his feet where they’re sinking in the sand. “No one ever says my name as much as you do.”
“I …” Raul pauses. He’s never thought of it like that before. “I guess I don’t know how else I can try to reach you,” he offers lamely.
Guti snorts, softly, sound barely audible over the sound of the waves. “You could always reach me,” he mumbles, so quietly Raul can’t hear.
“What?” Raul leans closer, “what did you say?”
Guti’s silent for a long moment, staring down at the sand and the water. Suddenly he turns, holding out his hand to Raul. “Come away with me.”
“What?” Raul’s certain he can’t have heard right.
“Come away with me,” Guti repeats. “If I could just …” he shakes his head. “If I just had a little time, if I could just explain …” He looks at Raul, that same hopeless look in his eyes. It’s a look Raul hates more than anything, he thinks.
“You want to go somewhere and talk?” he offers cautiously.
“Yeah.” Guti lets out a breath, and keeps his hand extended towards Raul.
Not entirely sure what he’s agreeing to, but knowing he has to try, Raul carefully places his hand in Guti’s. “Okay.”
He’s rewarded by a small little smile, and then Guti is closing his hand around Raul’s, drawing Raul towards himself. “Okay.” Raul steps forward, and forward, and then he’s almost right against Guti, with no idea where this is going, when …
Guti takes to the air. He’s only hovering a foot or so off the ground, but Raul’s never seen him fly in person before, and so he makes a noise of surprise and wonder, trying to take a step back so that he can see. But Guti is too quick for him, wrapping his arm around Raul’s waist and drawing Raul up against his body. And suddenly, suddenly Raul finds himself up in the air as well, being held in Guti’s arms as they hover. He’s not ashamed to admit he lets out a sound that might have some relation to a squeak.
When he looks up though, Guti is smiling down at him, all fond tenderness. “Shall we?” he asks, brushing a curl off of Raul’s forehead. Raul realizes Guti must be only holding on to him with one arm, and panic sets in as he clings to Guti’s shoulders. Guti laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says, leaning forward to brush the words across Raul’s neck, “I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you drop.” When Raul doesn’t relent in his clinging though, Guti smiles. “If it would make you feel more secure, you can wrap your legs around my waist,” he offers.
“What? I’m not going to …” Raul protests at first, but on second thought, the added stability sounds like a good idea. Reluctantly he swings his legs around Guti’s waist, locking his ankles at the small of Guti’s back.
“Are you ready?” Guti wants to know.
“Ready for what?” But even almost before the question is out of his mouth, they are up, up and away, and oh.
So this is what it feels like to be flying.