title: Reeling; team of choice: Spain NT
Reeling. From the vibrations of the crowd and the rush of red and yellow glazing his vision. Reeling from this sensation of running his fingers through black hair that is not his own.
David greedily takes a fistful of sweat-soaked fabric and pulls himself close to the man whose heartbeat he tries to catch in his palm. Pressing a kiss to Villa’s neck, he blushes when his teammate’s arm curls so possessively around his waist.
That millions of people are watching will always seem new. But David allows himself these gestures now, knowing that millions of people won’t really see.
David greedily takes a fistful of sweat-soaked fabric and pulls himself close to the man whose heartbeat he tries to catch in his palm. Pressing a kiss to Villa’s neck, he blushes when his teammate’s arm curls so possessively around his waist.
That millions of people are watching will always seem new. But David allows himself these gestures now, knowing that millions of people won’t really see.