Games And Liars
Language English
Fandom Football
Characters Sergi Roberto & Marc Muniesa
Words 1.246
Summary Sergi and Marc play an online FIFA game against Cesc
Rating PG-13
Beta'ed No
Disclaimer This is all in my head and in no way meant to be real.
Note This is based on three tweets that you can read in the story, the translation is at the end of the story. I am not entirely satisfied with this but it feels finished so there you go. This pairing is one of my favourites, mostly because these boys go out for lunch together and always stand next to each other in pictures.
Games And Liars
“YES!” Sergi cheered as the fourth goal went in and he exchanged a high five with Marc who was sitting next to him on the couch. They had soundly beaten Cesc for the second time, the score line showing four Barcelona goals to Arsenal's one goal.
Sergi sent a rematch request at Cesc through the chat function on the Playstation and laughed as the midfielder's status went from online to offline.
“He is afraid.” Marc chuckled and put his controller down, stretching a little, shirt ridding up to show toned muscles. Sergi, who had looked over when Marc spoke, quickly looked away before the defender could catch him staring at the revealed skin.
He could feel Marc glancing at him, the air suddenly filled with a tension that the midfielder couldn't place. Sergi quickly stood up, collecting their empty glasses to take them to the kitchen.
“What do you want to drink?” He called over his shoulder as he put the glasses down on the counter and leaned against it, taking a deep breath.
“Water is fine!” Marc called back and Sergi smiled, not surprised by his friend's choice. Marc rarely drank anything else than water, a habit that came from living in La Masia for so long.
The midfielder filled both their glasses at the tap and he walked back to the living room, pausing at the entrance. Marc was doing something on his mobile phone, the soft sounds from the touches drifted through the room. The defender was wearing his glasses so he wouldn't strain his tired eyes in the dark room where the television was the only source of lighting.
Sergi reached over to flick a switch, turning his lamp on to flood the room with soft yellow light. Marc looked up, smiling gratefully at the midfielder, the smile causing butterflies to flutter in Sergi's stomach.
He walked over to the couch and put the glasses on the table before flopping down next to Marc, grabbing his Playstation controller. He automatically went through the process of logging out and shutting down, his thoughts somewhere else.
He had met Marc when he transferred from Gimnàstic to Barcelona, being on the same youth team as him. They quickly rose through the ranks together, forming a dazzling partnership on the field and a tight friendship off the pitch. They were both promoted to the B team at the same time but Marc was chosen to join the first team on their pre-season tour. Sergi had missed his friend a lot but didn't realise how much until he saw Marc playing during a game and his heart skipped a beat.
And when he came back, his crush had gotten worse until the midfielder woke up one day, halfway through the season, and realised that he was in love with the brown eyed, blond haired defender. Sergi had tried to ignore his feelings but in the end he had accepted them, promising himself to never act on them. His friendship with Marc was precious to him and he wanted to avoid a fallout at all cost.
But lately Marc had been acting slightly off, letting his eyes linger on Sergi during training and the midfielder was sure that he had caught the defender staring at him in the dressing room. It filled Sergi with the hope that maybe Marc returned his feelings in some degree. Since then he had let his touches linger on Marc, casting longing glances at him, in the hope that the defender would pick up his subtle hints. They went out more often, just the two of them, lunching at a restaurant or just hanging out at someone's apartment.
A vibrating phone on the table startled him, jerking him from his thoughts. He blinked, taking a few seconds to recognise the phone as his and he picked it up, laying the controller of the shutting down Playstation on the table.
He saw a mention in a tweet and he opened it, noting that it was from Cesc.
Los chavales @muniesa24 @sergiroberto10 han querido intentar ganarme al FIFA online pero he tenido que bajarles 1 poquito.. Que bien sienta! 1
“What?” Sergi exclaimed, reading the tweet. Marc leaned on his shoulder and the midfielder angled his phone towards him so the defender could read it better, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach that fluttered wildly with Marc so close to him. Close enough that Sergi caught the scent of his cologne, sweet and exotic.
“That liar!” Marc grumbled, grabbing his own phone again. He opened the same tweet, muttering under his breath as he read it again.
“Calling us children... tch, sore loser.” Marc clucked his tongue and shook his head, disappointed in the first team player.
“Telling lies to the whole world. Lies about us. How dare he.” Sergi muttered with him, opening the Twitter application on his phone, composing a sufficient reply for Cesc and the world to let his followers know that the famous midfielder was lying.
@cesc4official com pots dir tantes mentides? Primer partit 4-1 i el segon també 4-1 ! Encara et queda bastant per estar al nivell... 2
He pressed the send button and slid his phone in his pocket, sighing a bit. Marc took a few minutes longer and showed Sergi the tweet before posting it.
@cesc4official @sergiroberto10 espectacular lo mentider que ets!!! M'encanta veure que no saps perdre!! 3
“He really is a sore loser, isn't he? Piqué was right to warn us if we ever played games against him.” Marc sighed, leaning onto Sergi as they both slumped down on the couch. It was getting late and they should say goodbye as they both had training in the morning.
But Marc was leaning on him, bodies squashed together and Sergi really couldn't be bothered to move, too comfortable with sitting like this. He closed his eyes for a second, leaning back on Marc, his cheek pressed against the soft hair.
He opened his eyes as he felt Marc shift, eyes widening as a lightly tanned hand landed on his knee, slowly trailing up his leg. Sergi sat up, turning so he could face Marc. The defender was blushing but had a determined look on his face, brown eyes sparkling.
“M-Marc?” The midfielder stuttered, a blush creeping on his own face when Marc's hand stopped moving upwards, resting halfway up his thigh and rubbing circles with his thumb, sending shivers up Sergi's spine.
“I-I know you like me and I like you too and I've had enough of this dancing around each other and mhpf.” Marc had stuttered through his sentence until Sergi cut him off with a kiss, wrapping an arm around the defender to pull him closer to him. The hand on his thigh moved up, clutching at his hipbone. Lips sliding over each other before Sergi licked his way into Marc's mouth, engaging the brown eyed boy in a battle of tongues.
Sergi broke the kiss to pant for air, smiling at the stunned look on Marc's face.
“Like you said, I've liked you for awhile.” He peppered Marc's face with kisses after each word to stress the meaning before kissing the defender properly again, letting his hands roam over the blond's strong back.
This time Marc was the one to break the kiss, pressing his forehead against Sergi's to look into dazed blue eyes.
“I should have done this weeks ago.” He muttered before pulling the midfielder into another kiss.
Tweets translated by Google translate
1 The kids @muniesa24 @sergiroberto10 have wanted to try win the FIFA online but I had to bring them down a little .. That feels good!
2 @cesc4official how can you tell so many lies? First game 4-1 and also 4-1 second! You have a long way to go before you can cut it.
3 @cesc4official @sergiroberto10 it's unbelievable how much of a liar you are! Love to see that you don't know how to lose!
The second and third tweet are loosely translated by me because google translate made a mess of it, do correct me if I'm wrong.
Edit Thank you bleeding_dry for the correct translations!