To get a jumbled mind straight
So, I've been cleaning out my files a bit and I had some stuff on there that is nowehere near finished and very likely never will be, so I decided to post those bits and pieces on here.
That way I didn't write them for nothing but can finally let go of them, because to me my WIPs are always a weight I have to drag along when I start something new.
Here they are. Pairings - if you can even call it that - are Pepe/Dan, Nando/Dan, Andy/Skrtel, Kelly/Skrtel.
Ratings? I dunno, nothing too heavy, but the sex is there in a way. And a warning for the 5th one.
I.
"Dan, I need your help."
"Pepe?"
It was hard to make out the voice over the noise and Dan had answered his phone without checking the caller ID first.
"These guys here look like they're out for trouble, they-"
Pepe was interrupted by a highly worrying noise like flesh on flesh, and Dan cursed, looking around the room, trying to see where the trouble was.
He and Pepe were in the same club by chance and when they had crossed paths, had greeted each other but then proceeded to party with their own group of friends.
"Just come to beside the DJ's stage."
There are five of them, and they probably thought they could provoke Pepe a bit, outnumber him, but although he has a split lip, he seems to be reining in the others quite well on his own.
"There you are. I heard someone call for the bouncers, but I'd rather you have my back."
"Not that you need me to." Dan gives the guys a once over and can see them visibly deflate.
"Oh shit." one of them whispers. "Oh shit, shit."
He starts to nudge his friends and Dan catches the words 'players' and 'actually them' and then the five scramble away, almost tripping over their own feet.
"Would you look at that! Didn't recognise me on my own, I feel insulted."
Pepe starts laughing but then winces, raising a hand to his lip.
"Come on, let's clean that up."
Dan starts for the restrooms, sure Pepe will follow. There's not much that they can do but at least wash away the blood that has trickled down Pepe's chin. It gives him a rough look though, looking like a gangster and Dan has to smile about his ridiculous thought.
"Are you laughing about me?" Pepe asks while he dabs a wetted paper towel at his mouth.
"Yes. But not how you think."
"Well, thanks, Agger, for your great support." Pepe starts to grin again but realises in time that it would bring pain so he cocks his head and shrugs one shoulder.
Dan leans on the sink beside Pepe, crossing his arms, ceramic digging into his lower back.
"So, are you going to bleed to death or can I leave you alone again?"
"Actually," Pepe balls up the paper towel and throws it in the nearby bin, "I was wondering if I could spend the night at your place."
Dan just raises as eye-brow at that. It's not as if Pepe didn't have a perfectly fine home to go to.
"Yolanda will have a heart attack if I come home like this. I promise I'll go home first thing in the morning, but give it some time for the swelling to go down."
That's how Dan finds himself preparing the guest room for Pepe (really only checking if there are clean sheets and giving him a towel).
"If you are awake before me, don't hesitate to leave."
Pepe grins and slaps Dan's shoulder in thanks, before he turns around to take off his shirt and Dan leaves the room and closes the door.
Dan lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to not think about the man asleep a few doors down.
This evening has not at all turned out as he'd expected it to. He'd planned for a fun night out with his friends, a few drinks and then maybe finding someone to take home. Hell, he'd even have been satisfied with a blow job against a cubicle door, he is that desperate.
What he got instead was rescuing Pepe from a fight (he defined 'rescue' very loosely) and taking him home.
Dan sighs from deeply within. He needs some relief and lacking other options, he'll have to do it himself tonight.
He lets a hand creep over his stomach, down to the edge of his boxers, stopping and slightly stroking the hairs leading further down.
With the other hand he plays with a nipple, trying to bring up his favourite fantasies (being fucked into the tiles of the Melwood showers by Martin, having Fernando ride him, a wet and brain-melting blow-job from Nicklas) but none of them stick tonight, all the faces always morphing into Pepe's after a moment.
"Ah fuck!"
He can't be thinking about his goalie, he can't!
But his cock isn't listening, steadily filling and throbbing in a way that makes sure Dan cannot ignore it.
So he finally lets his hand slip lower, taking his boxers with it, and wrap around his dick.
He hisses in sharp pleasure and that is probably why he doesn't initially hear the door open. But he does hear the slight shuffling of bare feet on his carpet, and the click when the door closes again.
For a second he feels embarrassed, being caught red-handed, but then he thinks what the fuck this is his house and he can bloody well do whatever he wants, and Pepe has come in unannounced.
The other has yet to make a sound though and Dan thinks how terribly cliché this is. Like in those porn films when the girl timidly sneaks into the guys bedroom, all innocent, only to immediately get down on her knees and suck him off.
Not that Dan usually watches that kind of porn, but he isn't the only person to have ever fallen asleep in front of the TV and then later wake up to something like that.
He has to get those thoughts out of his head. And quick.
Because he still has his hands in his boxers and Pepe is now actually making his way over to the bed.
*
"Maybe I'm just looking at you more, because of your accent, because you remind me of Xabi and Fernando."
"It's OK, you can say it. He has already admitted it to me once."
Dan hopes that by his thoughts alone another Spaniard down in London is turning as blue as his shirt.
II.
A Danish soldier on holiday and an ambitious Spaniard working for the UK branch of his company.
*
The longing in his own chest isn't made easier by the fact that his little girl looks so much like Dan, even though Fernando had been the donor.
He tried to cover the fact the last time he talked to Dan, telling him There's a little girl here that misses you like crazy and talks about you every day, not talking about his own feelings. And Dan hadn't mentioned it either, knowing that it would only make it harder for the both of them.
He wanted to be angry at someone. But at whom? Dan for being in the army? He couldn't be angry at him for doing what he felt was right, serving his country. His daughter? How could he be angry at his little angel for missing her dad? Himself? Because he had known what he was in for and didn't cope with it as well as he had thought he would? Maybe.
III.
He loves his baby, he really does. But he would love her even more if she stopped crying. She's been on it for about twenty minutes now and he cannot seem to calm her down.
He doesn't mean to annoy the customer's at the Starbucks he enters, but he knows he quickly does, even the most child-friendly person quickly unnerved by his little girl's shrill cries. He edges towards the restrooms, carefully checking that the ladies' room is unoccupied (there are never any changing tables in the men's room), almost knocking the coffee of another person over with his bag.
"Nora, baby, please calm down. Please, for daddy?"
The nappy situation is not as bad as he'd feared (expected, what with all the fuss), and Nora doesn't stop whining, but calms down enough that Fernando dares to order himself a coffee.
But then the hot steam being let off the coffee machine with a loud hiss startles her and she starts bawling again and this time Fernando does knock something off, but he doesn't look, doesn't care what, as his priority is calming his baby down.
"Sit." He doesn't really take notice of the voice, nor the hand giving him a slight push into the direction of the tables, just goes.
He bounces Nora in his arms, talks to her softly, promising her anything if she just stops crying, wiping tears off her cheek (and fighting his own; frustration, helplessness and desperation all mixed into one), so intent on his daughter that he doesn't notice the person stepping up to them. He does however notice the coffee (looking like the caramel macchiato he ordered) being placed on his table and he looks up expecting one of the employees, but it's not, it's a man, tall, smile edged into the corners of his mouth but serious.
"Hey little one, you're upsetting your daddy." The stranger strokes his hand lightly over Nora's soft hair and Fernando would bristle at his brazenness, if Nora didn't suddenly relax in his arm. He looks up at the stranger and then the coffee.
"I thought I'd bring it over. You paid for it after all."
"I... Thanks."
He's aware that he lets the other stand there awkwardly (or maybe it's only him feeling the awkwardness) while he gazes down at his daughter again. Her cries have turned into whimpers then she sniffles, hiccups once and then just stares at him.
"Thank you, baby." He kisses her forehead.
The stranger is still there and Fernando waves a hand. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Thank you."
Fernando isn't exactly a social person- No, that's not true. He is, but lately he's been reluctant to approach people, circumstances making him wary, and he's too busy to care much about that at the moment. He has his close friends (and his family) and that's enough for now.
And still he invites this stranger (friendly stranger at least) to sit with them, watches him pull the chair across from him from under the table and fold himself to sit. He really is quite tall. And the seriousness is gone now (maybe in all his friendliness he still got a headache from Nora) and has been replaced with a kind of content calm. He's sipping on his frappuccino and Fernando watches the way his lips wrap around the straw.
Fernando thinks he should at least introduce himself before he stares this unabashedly (not that he should after introductions).
"I'm Fernando."
"Daniel. Nice to meet you. And your girl."
There's a full smile on those lips now and Fernando looks down, pretending to check his daughter, feeling he might blush otherwise.
"This charming, if quite loud at times, lady, is Nora."
"Nice to meet you too, Nora." The guy, Daniel, imitates Fernando's (Spanish) pronunciation perfectly and leans forward to touch her little hand (Fernando wonders if he should worry that Daniel touches his daughter so much). She stares big-eyed in return.
"I'm sorry, I'm still teaching her manners." Fernando jokes.
Another sip, and then Daniel continues their conversation.
"So, how come you two are all alone?"
Fernando remembers that he has a coffee and drinks from it, as much because he doesn't want to let it go cold as to stall time. He knows why and what Daniel is asking. Everyone just assumes that his wife must be busy with something and left her husband and their child battling the day on their own. Pitying him, when Nora cries, because everyone also assumes that children are more tuned into their mothers and fathers cannot properly calm them down or are just overwhelmed.
"There's... um... There's no mother."
"I'm sorry." Just like they assume the mother must be dead.
"It's not like that." He doesn't elaborate further, because, really, Daniel is still a stranger.
"Has the other father left you all alone today then?" Daniel grins and Fernando is surprised. There's no judgement.
"It's a bit more difficult than that. And, um..."
"You're not exactly comfortable to talk about this with a stranger. I understand." Daniel's grin has transformed into that soft smile again which Fernando finds he's answering.
If he's honest, he'd be comfortable to tell Daniel his story and that scares him a bit. What makes him want to open up to that other man? Without any restraints or concerns?
*
Fernando pretends that there is no reason he goes out of his way to return to that Starbucks as often as he can. And Daniel isn't there any of the times anyway.
*
Fernando is on the phone and simultaneously trying to entertain Nora and cook dinner.
"No... Yes, she's more beautiful every day, just like her mamá. Yes. … No, not much, besides being beautiful, I think she also has a tooth coming through. She's crying or whining most of the time. But whereas she can just fall asleep when she's too exhausted, I have work to go to. ... Yes, I know I should. No, I won't. Olalla... Alright, I promise. If you promise to come over for dinner some time. In fact, what about next Friday? Yes, I know that, that's why I'm asking. … Don't be stupid! Yes, yes, of course. See you next Friday then. Bye Olalla."
He looks down at his daughter who's happily chewing on her own fist, salivating copiously, making tiny sounds that for the time being only mean she's happy.
"Your mamá is coming over for your birthday, how do you like that?"
Nora ignores him but that's fine. He strokes her soft hair and wishes his life was a bit more perfect, that he didn't need to invite his daughter's mother over, that they were a perfect little family (although that's a bit unfair to Olalla, she just doesn't want to intrude and he's deeply thankful to have her in his life; she'd offered to help and it's not her fault that things turned to shit). He wishes Nora still had two parents, not just her biological ones.
*
Sometimes he wonders if Dan is even real, if he's not some unearthly (heavenly) creature, but then he chides himself for such childish thoughts.
IV.
“It's a wonder anyhow, that he lets you. He usually doesn't allow people to get this close. No one can make him, not even Kenny could. He must really really like you.”
Andy gazes back at the screen, contemplating Kelly's words. What was he trying to tell him?
“If you like him too, you should make a move. I'm pretty sure he's interested.”
OK, that was not what Andy had been expecting.
Only now he couldn't keep his eyes from seeking out Martin on the pitch, and even with all the other baldies, he always knew where he was.
The longer he thought about it, him, the more he became aware that a part of him was interested in the prospect of sex with Martin.
Fuck.
“Are you gay?”
“What?” His head swivelled back to Kelly, who he'd momentarily forgot about.
“Are you gay?”
“I don't... I've had girlfriends.” At Kelly's raised brow, he added, “I liked it.”
“Well, nothing wrong with being unsure or bi.” Kelly grinned at him and turned his attention back towards the TV.
V.
When Martin and Kelly jumped for a header, hitting each other instead of the ball and crashed to the ground, Martin on top of Kelly, he didn't think anything of it. Just a normal training situation.
But then Kelly immediately started to squirm, trying to get out under him, after not even a second to catch their breaths.
Just as quickly he tensed all over. “Get off, Martin. Please.”
The quiet panic in his voice had Martin jump up at once.
When he woke up, he couldn't remember where he was, his mind all fuzzy. When he tried to move, he noticed someone was sitting on his back. His arms were secured. Cruel laughter in his ear.
Martin noticed that Kelly was jumpy around all of them. Little touches and hugs that were normally shared, he shied away from now. And he generally avoided them, eating his lunch alone somewhere, not coming to any of their houses any more.
They were too many. Too many to fight against on his own. And his movements were still sluggish at best.
And Martin tested him, tested the growing suspicion, by intentionally touching him.
A hand at his throat. Not too much pressure, but dangerous enough.
Hands were he didn't want them touching. Still that cruel laughter.
“What are you doing?”
Martin looked Stevie in the eyes, not able to explain with words, but wanting to assure his captain that he didn't do it to torture the boy.
“Be careful.”
He screamed into the pillow under his face. Concentrated on his own muffled voice to drown out the pain, the jeering, the alien feeling, the unwanted touches.
Martin was apprehensive about confronting him, but someone had to. They could all see Kelly wasting before their eyes. Carrying the weight of something he shouldn't have to carry.
That way I didn't write them for nothing but can finally let go of them, because to me my WIPs are always a weight I have to drag along when I start something new.
Here they are. Pairings - if you can even call it that - are Pepe/Dan, Nando/Dan, Andy/Skrtel, Kelly/Skrtel.
Ratings? I dunno, nothing too heavy, but the sex is there in a way. And a warning for the 5th one.
I.
"Dan, I need your help."
"Pepe?"
It was hard to make out the voice over the noise and Dan had answered his phone without checking the caller ID first.
"These guys here look like they're out for trouble, they-"
Pepe was interrupted by a highly worrying noise like flesh on flesh, and Dan cursed, looking around the room, trying to see where the trouble was.
He and Pepe were in the same club by chance and when they had crossed paths, had greeted each other but then proceeded to party with their own group of friends.
"Just come to beside the DJ's stage."
There are five of them, and they probably thought they could provoke Pepe a bit, outnumber him, but although he has a split lip, he seems to be reining in the others quite well on his own.
"There you are. I heard someone call for the bouncers, but I'd rather you have my back."
"Not that you need me to." Dan gives the guys a once over and can see them visibly deflate.
"Oh shit." one of them whispers. "Oh shit, shit."
He starts to nudge his friends and Dan catches the words 'players' and 'actually them' and then the five scramble away, almost tripping over their own feet.
"Would you look at that! Didn't recognise me on my own, I feel insulted."
Pepe starts laughing but then winces, raising a hand to his lip.
"Come on, let's clean that up."
Dan starts for the restrooms, sure Pepe will follow. There's not much that they can do but at least wash away the blood that has trickled down Pepe's chin. It gives him a rough look though, looking like a gangster and Dan has to smile about his ridiculous thought.
"Are you laughing about me?" Pepe asks while he dabs a wetted paper towel at his mouth.
"Yes. But not how you think."
"Well, thanks, Agger, for your great support." Pepe starts to grin again but realises in time that it would bring pain so he cocks his head and shrugs one shoulder.
Dan leans on the sink beside Pepe, crossing his arms, ceramic digging into his lower back.
"So, are you going to bleed to death or can I leave you alone again?"
"Actually," Pepe balls up the paper towel and throws it in the nearby bin, "I was wondering if I could spend the night at your place."
Dan just raises as eye-brow at that. It's not as if Pepe didn't have a perfectly fine home to go to.
"Yolanda will have a heart attack if I come home like this. I promise I'll go home first thing in the morning, but give it some time for the swelling to go down."
That's how Dan finds himself preparing the guest room for Pepe (really only checking if there are clean sheets and giving him a towel).
"If you are awake before me, don't hesitate to leave."
Pepe grins and slaps Dan's shoulder in thanks, before he turns around to take off his shirt and Dan leaves the room and closes the door.
Dan lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to not think about the man asleep a few doors down.
This evening has not at all turned out as he'd expected it to. He'd planned for a fun night out with his friends, a few drinks and then maybe finding someone to take home. Hell, he'd even have been satisfied with a blow job against a cubicle door, he is that desperate.
What he got instead was rescuing Pepe from a fight (he defined 'rescue' very loosely) and taking him home.
Dan sighs from deeply within. He needs some relief and lacking other options, he'll have to do it himself tonight.
He lets a hand creep over his stomach, down to the edge of his boxers, stopping and slightly stroking the hairs leading further down.
With the other hand he plays with a nipple, trying to bring up his favourite fantasies (being fucked into the tiles of the Melwood showers by Martin, having Fernando ride him, a wet and brain-melting blow-job from Nicklas) but none of them stick tonight, all the faces always morphing into Pepe's after a moment.
"Ah fuck!"
He can't be thinking about his goalie, he can't!
But his cock isn't listening, steadily filling and throbbing in a way that makes sure Dan cannot ignore it.
So he finally lets his hand slip lower, taking his boxers with it, and wrap around his dick.
He hisses in sharp pleasure and that is probably why he doesn't initially hear the door open. But he does hear the slight shuffling of bare feet on his carpet, and the click when the door closes again.
For a second he feels embarrassed, being caught red-handed, but then he thinks what the fuck this is his house and he can bloody well do whatever he wants, and Pepe has come in unannounced.
The other has yet to make a sound though and Dan thinks how terribly cliché this is. Like in those porn films when the girl timidly sneaks into the guys bedroom, all innocent, only to immediately get down on her knees and suck him off.
Not that Dan usually watches that kind of porn, but he isn't the only person to have ever fallen asleep in front of the TV and then later wake up to something like that.
He has to get those thoughts out of his head. And quick.
Because he still has his hands in his boxers and Pepe is now actually making his way over to the bed.
*
"Maybe I'm just looking at you more, because of your accent, because you remind me of Xabi and Fernando."
"It's OK, you can say it. He has already admitted it to me once."
Dan hopes that by his thoughts alone another Spaniard down in London is turning as blue as his shirt.
II.
A Danish soldier on holiday and an ambitious Spaniard working for the UK branch of his company.
*
The longing in his own chest isn't made easier by the fact that his little girl looks so much like Dan, even though Fernando had been the donor.
He tried to cover the fact the last time he talked to Dan, telling him There's a little girl here that misses you like crazy and talks about you every day, not talking about his own feelings. And Dan hadn't mentioned it either, knowing that it would only make it harder for the both of them.
He wanted to be angry at someone. But at whom? Dan for being in the army? He couldn't be angry at him for doing what he felt was right, serving his country. His daughter? How could he be angry at his little angel for missing her dad? Himself? Because he had known what he was in for and didn't cope with it as well as he had thought he would? Maybe.
III.
He loves his baby, he really does. But he would love her even more if she stopped crying. She's been on it for about twenty minutes now and he cannot seem to calm her down.
He doesn't mean to annoy the customer's at the Starbucks he enters, but he knows he quickly does, even the most child-friendly person quickly unnerved by his little girl's shrill cries. He edges towards the restrooms, carefully checking that the ladies' room is unoccupied (there are never any changing tables in the men's room), almost knocking the coffee of another person over with his bag.
"Nora, baby, please calm down. Please, for daddy?"
The nappy situation is not as bad as he'd feared (expected, what with all the fuss), and Nora doesn't stop whining, but calms down enough that Fernando dares to order himself a coffee.
But then the hot steam being let off the coffee machine with a loud hiss startles her and she starts bawling again and this time Fernando does knock something off, but he doesn't look, doesn't care what, as his priority is calming his baby down.
"Sit." He doesn't really take notice of the voice, nor the hand giving him a slight push into the direction of the tables, just goes.
He bounces Nora in his arms, talks to her softly, promising her anything if she just stops crying, wiping tears off her cheek (and fighting his own; frustration, helplessness and desperation all mixed into one), so intent on his daughter that he doesn't notice the person stepping up to them. He does however notice the coffee (looking like the caramel macchiato he ordered) being placed on his table and he looks up expecting one of the employees, but it's not, it's a man, tall, smile edged into the corners of his mouth but serious.
"Hey little one, you're upsetting your daddy." The stranger strokes his hand lightly over Nora's soft hair and Fernando would bristle at his brazenness, if Nora didn't suddenly relax in his arm. He looks up at the stranger and then the coffee.
"I thought I'd bring it over. You paid for it after all."
"I... Thanks."
He's aware that he lets the other stand there awkwardly (or maybe it's only him feeling the awkwardness) while he gazes down at his daughter again. Her cries have turned into whimpers then she sniffles, hiccups once and then just stares at him.
"Thank you, baby." He kisses her forehead.
The stranger is still there and Fernando waves a hand. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Thank you."
Fernando isn't exactly a social person- No, that's not true. He is, but lately he's been reluctant to approach people, circumstances making him wary, and he's too busy to care much about that at the moment. He has his close friends (and his family) and that's enough for now.
And still he invites this stranger (friendly stranger at least) to sit with them, watches him pull the chair across from him from under the table and fold himself to sit. He really is quite tall. And the seriousness is gone now (maybe in all his friendliness he still got a headache from Nora) and has been replaced with a kind of content calm. He's sipping on his frappuccino and Fernando watches the way his lips wrap around the straw.
Fernando thinks he should at least introduce himself before he stares this unabashedly (not that he should after introductions).
"I'm Fernando."
"Daniel. Nice to meet you. And your girl."
There's a full smile on those lips now and Fernando looks down, pretending to check his daughter, feeling he might blush otherwise.
"This charming, if quite loud at times, lady, is Nora."
"Nice to meet you too, Nora." The guy, Daniel, imitates Fernando's (Spanish) pronunciation perfectly and leans forward to touch her little hand (Fernando wonders if he should worry that Daniel touches his daughter so much). She stares big-eyed in return.
"I'm sorry, I'm still teaching her manners." Fernando jokes.
Another sip, and then Daniel continues their conversation.
"So, how come you two are all alone?"
Fernando remembers that he has a coffee and drinks from it, as much because he doesn't want to let it go cold as to stall time. He knows why and what Daniel is asking. Everyone just assumes that his wife must be busy with something and left her husband and their child battling the day on their own. Pitying him, when Nora cries, because everyone also assumes that children are more tuned into their mothers and fathers cannot properly calm them down or are just overwhelmed.
"There's... um... There's no mother."
"I'm sorry." Just like they assume the mother must be dead.
"It's not like that." He doesn't elaborate further, because, really, Daniel is still a stranger.
"Has the other father left you all alone today then?" Daniel grins and Fernando is surprised. There's no judgement.
"It's a bit more difficult than that. And, um..."
"You're not exactly comfortable to talk about this with a stranger. I understand." Daniel's grin has transformed into that soft smile again which Fernando finds he's answering.
If he's honest, he'd be comfortable to tell Daniel his story and that scares him a bit. What makes him want to open up to that other man? Without any restraints or concerns?
*
Fernando pretends that there is no reason he goes out of his way to return to that Starbucks as often as he can. And Daniel isn't there any of the times anyway.
*
Fernando is on the phone and simultaneously trying to entertain Nora and cook dinner.
"No... Yes, she's more beautiful every day, just like her mamá. Yes. … No, not much, besides being beautiful, I think she also has a tooth coming through. She's crying or whining most of the time. But whereas she can just fall asleep when she's too exhausted, I have work to go to. ... Yes, I know I should. No, I won't. Olalla... Alright, I promise. If you promise to come over for dinner some time. In fact, what about next Friday? Yes, I know that, that's why I'm asking. … Don't be stupid! Yes, yes, of course. See you next Friday then. Bye Olalla."
He looks down at his daughter who's happily chewing on her own fist, salivating copiously, making tiny sounds that for the time being only mean she's happy.
"Your mamá is coming over for your birthday, how do you like that?"
Nora ignores him but that's fine. He strokes her soft hair and wishes his life was a bit more perfect, that he didn't need to invite his daughter's mother over, that they were a perfect little family (although that's a bit unfair to Olalla, she just doesn't want to intrude and he's deeply thankful to have her in his life; she'd offered to help and it's not her fault that things turned to shit). He wishes Nora still had two parents, not just her biological ones.
*
Sometimes he wonders if Dan is even real, if he's not some unearthly (heavenly) creature, but then he chides himself for such childish thoughts.
IV.
“It's a wonder anyhow, that he lets you. He usually doesn't allow people to get this close. No one can make him, not even Kenny could. He must really really like you.”
Andy gazes back at the screen, contemplating Kelly's words. What was he trying to tell him?
“If you like him too, you should make a move. I'm pretty sure he's interested.”
OK, that was not what Andy had been expecting.
Only now he couldn't keep his eyes from seeking out Martin on the pitch, and even with all the other baldies, he always knew where he was.
The longer he thought about it, him, the more he became aware that a part of him was interested in the prospect of sex with Martin.
Fuck.
“Are you gay?”
“What?” His head swivelled back to Kelly, who he'd momentarily forgot about.
“Are you gay?”
“I don't... I've had girlfriends.” At Kelly's raised brow, he added, “I liked it.”
“Well, nothing wrong with being unsure or bi.” Kelly grinned at him and turned his attention back towards the TV.
V.
When Martin and Kelly jumped for a header, hitting each other instead of the ball and crashed to the ground, Martin on top of Kelly, he didn't think anything of it. Just a normal training situation.
But then Kelly immediately started to squirm, trying to get out under him, after not even a second to catch their breaths.
Just as quickly he tensed all over. “Get off, Martin. Please.”
The quiet panic in his voice had Martin jump up at once.
When he woke up, he couldn't remember where he was, his mind all fuzzy. When he tried to move, he noticed someone was sitting on his back. His arms were secured. Cruel laughter in his ear.
Martin noticed that Kelly was jumpy around all of them. Little touches and hugs that were normally shared, he shied away from now. And he generally avoided them, eating his lunch alone somewhere, not coming to any of their houses any more.
They were too many. Too many to fight against on his own. And his movements were still sluggish at best.
And Martin tested him, tested the growing suspicion, by intentionally touching him.
A hand at his throat. Not too much pressure, but dangerous enough.
Hands were he didn't want them touching. Still that cruel laughter.
“What are you doing?”
Martin looked Stevie in the eyes, not able to explain with words, but wanting to assure his captain that he didn't do it to torture the boy.
“Be careful.”
He screamed into the pillow under his face. Concentrated on his own muffled voice to drown out the pain, the jeering, the alien feeling, the unwanted touches.
Martin was apprehensive about confronting him, but someone had to. They could all see Kelly wasting before their eyes. Carrying the weight of something he shouldn't have to carry.