22/7 5 Things Fic!
"Ricky?" He feels the tears forming sting his eyes, but still, he said nothing. He doesn't need to look at Andriy to know his cheerfulness is gone, he just knows.
"I'll miss you." Andriy said, and the tears tumble down his cheeks freely.
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003;
They lay together on Andriy's bed, their legs entangled with each other, Ricky's back against Andriy's chest. All was silent in the room, the curtains closed. They both know it would be their last time together, together like this, in the intimate position, Andriy's breath on Ricky's neck, his arms wrapped around Ricky's waist. Andriy thinks Ricky's asleep. He shifts around, tighting his embrace. He plants a kiss on Ricky's shoulder, then another on his neck. "I love you." He whispers, then closes his eyes. Ricky's eyes stang with tears, but he shuts them tight. He wished this moment would go on forever.
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004;
Andriy sat in the dressing room, his eyes on the floor. It didn't puzzle him why Ricky had tackled him so hardly during training. The small wound on his knee didn't hurt, but his heart did. Ever since Ricky had known he was moving to Chelsea, he had been giving Andriy the cold shoulder. Andriy got up from his seat and began packing his things. The door opened, but he didn't notice. "I'm sorry." He said. Andriy turned around as soon as those words left Ricky's mouth. "I'm sorry." He said again. Andriy looked at him, and the next moment his lips were upon Ricky's. It was his way of saying "It's alright."
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005;
Andriy stares at his phone, then sighs and looks around at his surroundings. He wonders when he'll come back to Milan, beautiful Milan. His agent comes and taps his shoulder. "It's time to go, Andriy." He said. Andriy nods silently and picked up his bags. Just as he stood up, his phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Andriy?" Ricky's on the other end. He knows it without even asking, for he knows that no one would call his name as Ricky does. "Listen, I just want to say..." Ricky begins, before pausing. Andriy hears him sigh on the other line. "I just want to say, good luck at Chelsea." Andriy felt his heart skip a beat. He had thought Ricky would never talk to him again upon knowing about his move to Chelsea. Andriy didn't know what to say. He opens his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by Ricky. "And Andriy, I just want you to know that if you're happy, then I'll be happy." He felt like crying, but he knows he's in a public place and crying like that would make him look odd. He holds back his tears.
"Thank you, Ricky." He said softly. "Thank you."
~Fin~
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"I'll miss you." Andriy said, and the tears tumble down his cheeks freely.
---
003;
They lay together on Andriy's bed, their legs entangled with each other, Ricky's back against Andriy's chest. All was silent in the room, the curtains closed. They both know it would be their last time together, together like this, in the intimate position, Andriy's breath on Ricky's neck, his arms wrapped around Ricky's waist. Andriy thinks Ricky's asleep. He shifts around, tighting his embrace. He plants a kiss on Ricky's shoulder, then another on his neck. "I love you." He whispers, then closes his eyes. Ricky's eyes stang with tears, but he shuts them tight. He wished this moment would go on forever.
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004;
Andriy sat in the dressing room, his eyes on the floor. It didn't puzzle him why Ricky had tackled him so hardly during training. The small wound on his knee didn't hurt, but his heart did. Ever since Ricky had known he was moving to Chelsea, he had been giving Andriy the cold shoulder. Andriy got up from his seat and began packing his things. The door opened, but he didn't notice. "I'm sorry." He said. Andriy turned around as soon as those words left Ricky's mouth. "I'm sorry." He said again. Andriy looked at him, and the next moment his lips were upon Ricky's. It was his way of saying "It's alright."
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005;
Andriy stares at his phone, then sighs and looks around at his surroundings. He wonders when he'll come back to Milan, beautiful Milan. His agent comes and taps his shoulder. "It's time to go, Andriy." He said. Andriy nods silently and picked up his bags. Just as he stood up, his phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Andriy?" Ricky's on the other end. He knows it without even asking, for he knows that no one would call his name as Ricky does. "Listen, I just want to say..." Ricky begins, before pausing. Andriy hears him sigh on the other line. "I just want to say, good luck at Chelsea." Andriy felt his heart skip a beat. He had thought Ricky would never talk to him again upon knowing about his move to Chelsea. Andriy didn't know what to say. He opens his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by Ricky. "And Andriy, I just want you to know that if you're happy, then I'll be happy." He felt like crying, but he knows he's in a public place and crying like that would make him look odd. He holds back his tears.
"Thank you, Ricky." He said softly. "Thank you."
~Fin~
Thanks for reading. =)) Comments are most welcome.