Writing Big Bang
Modrić/Pavlyuchenko and PG-13 at most unless stated otherwise. Health themes.
1.
He was barely awake. "Hold me..." Luka purred sleepily by his side. Roma embraced his lover and softly whispered a few words, somewhat worried despite the vaguely good feeling in his heart.
And Luka could sense his worry, could notice that his fingertips were trembling. "I'm okay," he assured. "More than okay. I feel healthy, healthier than I've been for ages." He closed his eyes and felt Roma's lips against his own, rubbing rather than kissing. And still whispering something as he played with the tangled hair.
The younger man stuck out his tongue and licked his lover playfully on the chin and lips.
"How good, love." Roma's moan turned into a sweet lazy yawn.
2.
"You're still upset." Not even a question. A statement. "I know what it's like, honey. I really do."
He closed his eyes and snuggled to Luka tenderly; he opened his eyes and moaned involuntarily: Luka wasn't there, of course.
"What?"
"I miss you so much..."
"Me too," Luka whispered. "And I actually wondered if you were having a headache or something. Be careful, dear. This can affect the health. To play well, you first of all need to feel well."
Although he could remember various matches when Luka played well despite health issues, he didn't protest. Luka's care made him feel so warm and mellow.
3. Pavlyuchenko/Zhirkov
"What are you staring at?"
Yura made a slight movement and his curls jumped, one by one, subtly and beautifully. Black on the grey wall. "Just been observing your shadow, the curves... of your hair and your body," the reply followed. "Don't blush, you're hot and you know it. Bloody hot."
"I'm beginning to think my shadow is sexier than me," Yura chuckled. A fight was going on within him between the timid and the smug.
They embraced and Roma kissed him on the chin. "No, it just remains natural and doesn't blush when you watch it. Though your shyness is cute as well, you know. And your modesty," he winked.
4. player/manager
"I'm tired," he complained. This seemed like such a lame excuse.
His coach slapped him on the butt. "Promise this won't happen again. You know what I mean." The voice was calm but their hearts were racing. "Promise," he repeated very quietly.
Getting the needed air into his lungs required a huge effort. "Yes. Yes, certainly. I promise."
A smile glimpsed briefly and hid again. "Now catch up with the rest of the team."
"Of course, of course."
He knew this wasn't anywhere near over. Dating the manager meant sometimes getting more love than he deserved - and far more often getting more pain than he, in his opinion, deserved.
The word regret never crossed his thoughts, though.
5. after Tottenham-Bolton ie Muamba
"Ummm... It's great that the whole team had cardio tests."
Luka wasn't very impressed. "Get tested. Please."
He wished he could hug his lover. "You're so scared, I can imagine. And it is scary of course. But something might happen any moment."
"Are you afraid of tests? No, really, think of it, think more carefully. Th-they... they all thought everything was okay with them." He could practically hear the trembling of Luka's lips.
Roma's confusion and irritation were suddenly growing. He was tempted to mention what he had read, that the tests done through the gullet are more accurate. He knew that despite the disgust Luka would undergo those tests.
And he bit his tongue, hating his own thoughts.
6.
It was sweet to watch Luka flirting with his own reflection in the mirror and giggling. He didn't always like what the mirror showed him, but this time he was satisfied.
"That shirt was a nice buy," Roma remarked, touching the black denim.
The younger man blushed slightly. "As if you don't want me to take it off, no matter how stylish it is."
This couldn't really be denied so he just touched Luka in naughty ways and places. "Well, enough if you take off those jeans. They're getting too tight, aren't they?"
The hug that followed was obscene and long, obscenely long. And he couldn't help noticing that every once in a while Luka would glance at the mirror again.
7. R, maybe
He wasn't sure what exactly was so special. Despite the early hour, the Adriatic sea was warm. The sunrise was amazingly gorgeous. He was making love with Luka in the water. Perfect, just perfect.
Roma closed his eyes to enjoy the magic. To feel Luka's touch more intensely, every small movement of his body. There was no cold wind but they both shivered, at the same time.
"It... doesn't hurt?" Luka asked. "I mean sea water is the only lub...ri-"
Kisses instead of replies. Roma's fingertips and fingernails asking whether it felt good. Biting. Moans - quiet and not so quiet.
"Let's repeat this at sunset."
8. Lime (for a prompt), takes place some time after Luka had appendicitis
"That's so original... This taste makes me think of parties," Luka chuckled. "Only, I don't know how soon I will be able to have a mojito."
He felt so warm inside. It had been a good idea to give his loved one lime, as a remedy for mild nausea. Luka seemed quite touched by his care. "I thought you might be tired of lemons," Roma said somehow apologetically. "Do you miss mojito, then?"
Luka laughed. He didn't wince and he didn't need to support his stomach. "Nevermind, I just said this randomly. For now it's wonderful just to be eating lime."
9.
It felt different this time. His breath was nearly taken away as he suddenly noticed. "Y-your scars are fading."
Luka covered the hand with his own. "Hopefully the ones inside also are."
"Of course. You feel better and better every day."
This sounded a bit too good but he really wanted this to be true. And to his relief, Luka didn't call this an exaggeration. "Hm, you are right. Thanks... for boosting my optimism." He was beaming. Roma smiled at him too and touched the uneven skin with his lips.
It felt different this time. Kissing the scars now felt erotic rather than just reassuring.
He really loved the change.
10. A/N: This winter seemed neverending. The snow only started melting last week! Roma's cold seems neverending too though maybe he just gets a runny nose whenever he's outside in cold weather.
"I hate Moscow."
This sounded wrong and hurt Luka's chest physically. "You're just tired of it," he said softly. "No place is perfect. Remember how we sometimes hated living in London? Frankly speaking, it's been happening more and more now that you're no longer here."
As obvious as it was, Roma got quite shocked. "Then I simply hate that I can't be with you. Now that I think of it, of course I'd not hate... if you were here. I'd only be upset if you fell ill in Moscow."
"But I can do that perfectly well in London," the younger man teased. "I'm talented."
1.
He was barely awake. "Hold me..." Luka purred sleepily by his side. Roma embraced his lover and softly whispered a few words, somewhat worried despite the vaguely good feeling in his heart.
And Luka could sense his worry, could notice that his fingertips were trembling. "I'm okay," he assured. "More than okay. I feel healthy, healthier than I've been for ages." He closed his eyes and felt Roma's lips against his own, rubbing rather than kissing. And still whispering something as he played with the tangled hair.
The younger man stuck out his tongue and licked his lover playfully on the chin and lips.
"How good, love." Roma's moan turned into a sweet lazy yawn.
2.
"You're still upset." Not even a question. A statement. "I know what it's like, honey. I really do."
He closed his eyes and snuggled to Luka tenderly; he opened his eyes and moaned involuntarily: Luka wasn't there, of course.
"What?"
"I miss you so much..."
"Me too," Luka whispered. "And I actually wondered if you were having a headache or something. Be careful, dear. This can affect the health. To play well, you first of all need to feel well."
Although he could remember various matches when Luka played well despite health issues, he didn't protest. Luka's care made him feel so warm and mellow.
3. Pavlyuchenko/Zhirkov
"What are you staring at?"
Yura made a slight movement and his curls jumped, one by one, subtly and beautifully. Black on the grey wall. "Just been observing your shadow, the curves... of your hair and your body," the reply followed. "Don't blush, you're hot and you know it. Bloody hot."
"I'm beginning to think my shadow is sexier than me," Yura chuckled. A fight was going on within him between the timid and the smug.
They embraced and Roma kissed him on the chin. "No, it just remains natural and doesn't blush when you watch it. Though your shyness is cute as well, you know. And your modesty," he winked.
4. player/manager
"I'm tired," he complained. This seemed like such a lame excuse.
His coach slapped him on the butt. "Promise this won't happen again. You know what I mean." The voice was calm but their hearts were racing. "Promise," he repeated very quietly.
Getting the needed air into his lungs required a huge effort. "Yes. Yes, certainly. I promise."
A smile glimpsed briefly and hid again. "Now catch up with the rest of the team."
"Of course, of course."
He knew this wasn't anywhere near over. Dating the manager meant sometimes getting more love than he deserved - and far more often getting more pain than he, in his opinion, deserved.
The word regret never crossed his thoughts, though.
5. after Tottenham-Bolton ie Muamba
"Ummm... It's great that the whole team had cardio tests."
Luka wasn't very impressed. "Get tested. Please."
He wished he could hug his lover. "You're so scared, I can imagine. And it is scary of course. But something might happen any moment."
"Are you afraid of tests? No, really, think of it, think more carefully. Th-they... they all thought everything was okay with them." He could practically hear the trembling of Luka's lips.
Roma's confusion and irritation were suddenly growing. He was tempted to mention what he had read, that the tests done through the gullet are more accurate. He knew that despite the disgust Luka would undergo those tests.
And he bit his tongue, hating his own thoughts.
6.
It was sweet to watch Luka flirting with his own reflection in the mirror and giggling. He didn't always like what the mirror showed him, but this time he was satisfied.
"That shirt was a nice buy," Roma remarked, touching the black denim.
The younger man blushed slightly. "As if you don't want me to take it off, no matter how stylish it is."
This couldn't really be denied so he just touched Luka in naughty ways and places. "Well, enough if you take off those jeans. They're getting too tight, aren't they?"
The hug that followed was obscene and long, obscenely long. And he couldn't help noticing that every once in a while Luka would glance at the mirror again.
7. R, maybe
He wasn't sure what exactly was so special. Despite the early hour, the Adriatic sea was warm. The sunrise was amazingly gorgeous. He was making love with Luka in the water. Perfect, just perfect.
Roma closed his eyes to enjoy the magic. To feel Luka's touch more intensely, every small movement of his body. There was no cold wind but they both shivered, at the same time.
"It... doesn't hurt?" Luka asked. "I mean sea water is the only lub...ri-"
Kisses instead of replies. Roma's fingertips and fingernails asking whether it felt good. Biting. Moans - quiet and not so quiet.
"Let's repeat this at sunset."
8. Lime (for a prompt), takes place some time after Luka had appendicitis
"That's so original... This taste makes me think of parties," Luka chuckled. "Only, I don't know how soon I will be able to have a mojito."
He felt so warm inside. It had been a good idea to give his loved one lime, as a remedy for mild nausea. Luka seemed quite touched by his care. "I thought you might be tired of lemons," Roma said somehow apologetically. "Do you miss mojito, then?"
Luka laughed. He didn't wince and he didn't need to support his stomach. "Nevermind, I just said this randomly. For now it's wonderful just to be eating lime."
9.
It felt different this time. His breath was nearly taken away as he suddenly noticed. "Y-your scars are fading."
Luka covered the hand with his own. "Hopefully the ones inside also are."
"Of course. You feel better and better every day."
This sounded a bit too good but he really wanted this to be true. And to his relief, Luka didn't call this an exaggeration. "Hm, you are right. Thanks... for boosting my optimism." He was beaming. Roma smiled at him too and touched the uneven skin with his lips.
It felt different this time. Kissing the scars now felt erotic rather than just reassuring.
He really loved the change.
10. A/N: This winter seemed neverending. The snow only started melting last week! Roma's cold seems neverending too though maybe he just gets a runny nose whenever he's outside in cold weather.
"I hate Moscow."
This sounded wrong and hurt Luka's chest physically. "You're just tired of it," he said softly. "No place is perfect. Remember how we sometimes hated living in London? Frankly speaking, it's been happening more and more now that you're no longer here."
As obvious as it was, Roma got quite shocked. "Then I simply hate that I can't be with you. Now that I think of it, of course I'd not hate... if you were here. I'd only be upset if you fell ill in Moscow."
"But I can do that perfectly well in London," the younger man teased. "I'm talented."