Born to Run (Part 22/29)
Titie: Born to Run (Part 22/29)
Characters: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres, Iker Casillas, Cesc Fábregas, David Beckham
Rating: NC-17 from here on out just to be safe
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Summary: Tramps like us, baby we were born to run.
Notes: Here we go. (This part 2 of the 3 parts of this 'mini' section. The first part was posted earlier today and can be found here.)
one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty. twenty-one.
warning: kinda r-rated fake brothers getting hot and heavy ahead. could be incest but it is in no way real. no more than supernatural.
David closes the door behind him as quietly as he can and he locks it just in case. His voice trembles on his lips and his throat shakes with a held-in sob that he can't let out, that he'll never let out. He turns to look at Fernando who is still asleep in the bed, the lock of Sergio's hair caught in one young fist and David rushes toward him, overwhelmed with so much, desperate to the point of feeling dangerous and he doesn't know when this happened, when the rug got pulled out from under him, when he lost his peace, when he lost his mind. He lies down in the bed again only this time he's facing Fernando and he untucks him, he pulls those arms and legs around his own body and he wraps his arms around Fernando's tiny waist and he crushes him to his body, a new series of sobs taking over him now until they all rush together into a single sound, into one, heartbreaking sound and he's gasping against Fernando's neck, wetting his skin and Fernando wakes to this.
He holds him tight immediately, soothing his hands down David's naked back and he pushes soft shushes into his hair just like David used to do to him, doing it without question or hesitation.
"Nando," David strangles out and his hands are clutching at him, pulling at his shirt and running the full length of his back over and over again. Fernando used to be frightened of these moments, he used to feel so young in them and he didn't even know where to start to figure out what to do, but he realizes as he soothes David's hair back and kisses his temple that it's different now. He can help now.
"Davey?" He cups his face and pulls David to look at him, David's eyes shot through with sage green from all the tears and Fernando's hands grow infinitely softer. "Davey, talk to me?"
"I din't know, chick. I didn't know. I promise if I had, I'dve done anything to save you. I promise I would've."
Fernando frowns and the first knot tightens in his stomach.
"If you'dve known what?"
"Iker... Iker told me. About all the men."
Fernando pales and his insides start to shake. He pulls away from David on instinct, afraid of retaliation, of punishment, not thinking it through that this was Davey, not Dad, that Davey would never, not ever hurt him.
"But... why? Why'd he tell you that? Why?"
"Why'd you do it, Nando? Why didn't you just come home to me? Why didn't you just let me take care of you?"
"Because this was my mess. My problem. Because I had to run away, Davey. I couldn't come back here. I didn't wanna get you into trouble. I'd rather die first."
David searches his eyes almost frantically and he pulls Fernando close to him again, bodies slotting together easily. He runs his fingers carefully over the piercings in Fernando's cheeks, the ones that are settled down into his dimples and over the loop that curls around the left side of his top lip. He fingers that one gently and Fernando keeps his mouth soft and parted, letting him, watching him. He watches David face as his hands push up into his hair next, over the shaved sides that are growing out and over the bleached-out mop on top, his rat's nest of a mohawk and he watches David's strong mouth form a sigh. One of the hands returns to his face, forefinger stroking over his top lip piercing and Fernando kisses the pad of it.
"Changed so much gone from me. You changed so much. My little boy."
"I didn't change too much, Davey. I swear I didn't." He feels shy under David's attentive fingers, the fingers that have known him since he was a newborn, the fingers that have touched his skin every year of his life (almost, almost). "I'm still your baby brother."
"How many?"
"Hm?" Fernando's eyes light on the broken skin of David's knuckles and alarms ring in his head and he feels sick suddenly. He pulls that hand toward himself and kisses at the broken skin tenderly, and he can't help the way his ribs ache when David gasps the second Fernando's tongue touches his knuckles.
"How many have had you, chickpea? How many? Be honest."
"I don't know, Davey. I just... I really don't know."
"Were you really..." David struggles with the words, raw under the soft ministrations from Fernando's mouth, from the laps of his tongue and his sweet mouth. "Did... did anyone hurt you? Did anyone force you?"
"Davey..."
"Tell me." He tugs his hand away and runs it up over Fernando's cheek and into his hair, soothing it down, moving them even closer together and Iker's words ring over and over in his mind.
"Yeah. Sometimes."
"They raped you?"
"Sometimes." Fernando keeps his voice even and he avoids David's eyes, the word careful and light on his tongue. He feels David tighten his arm around him and he draws in a breath that sounds loud between them. He closes his eyes when he feels David's mouth on his chin.
"God, how did they not know. How did they not know."
"Know what?"
"How special you are."
"But I'm not, Davey. I'm really not."
"I've known you your whole life. I've... I've always seen it, Nando. Always. That's what I always tried to protect. That light inside you. That's what... what I've worked for all these years. That's what I've saved money for. I got a box under my bed, chickpea. I have $11,000 in it. Because I was waitin' for you. I was waiting for you to come home so we could start a new life. So I could take care of you the way I always wanted. The way you always deserved."
"You got that kind of money saved?" Fernando's eyes are wide as saucers and David grins before he kisses at his cheeks, at those dimples piercings, both of them.
"Yeah. I do. Just for you and me."
"Not for Iker?"
David's face darkens then and he changes, a visible shift in mood. The puzzle pieces slide together finally, the busted knuckles and David's sudden panic when he woke Fernando up and the questions. Fernando's fingers trip over David's hairline and his face is heavy with concern.
"What did he do to you?"
"Don't worry about it, honey. Don't worry about it. You have enough on your plate." David kisses at Fernando's rabbit nose, kisses down to the dip above his top lip and Fernando's heart is racing for so many reasons.
"What did he say to you, Davey? Why are you so upset? Please." Fernando closes his eyes and snuggles up to him, feeling the extent of this luxury, of having David back at all, let alone in his bed, let alone in such a quiet moment when he needs, when he needs him so, so much.
"He told me."
Fernando's heart jumps into his throat and his eyes shut even tighter. He follows David's hands on him in his mind's eye, follows them down his waist and up across his chest to his pounding heart.
"He... he told you?"
"That he fucked you."
Fernando's blood runs cold, ice tearing at his veins.
"...Oh."
"Is it true?"
"I don't wanna talk about this, Davey."
"Tell me, chickpea. Is it?"
Fernando sucks in a loud breath that he exhales across David's ear and he wraps his arms around his neck, clinging to him so Davey can't let go when he hears the next word out of Fernando's mouth.
"Yeah."
"Goddamnit," David hisses, his voice razor-edged with pain and he pushes his face hard into Fernando's neck, bone colliding with bone and Fernando is bruising under the pressure. "Goddamnit."
"I... I didn't know. H-he didn't know. You always kept us apart, Davey. I didnt know."
"Was he good?" The words are scalding against Fernando's ear and his skin tingles and he can feel the exact pressure of each of David's fingertips against his back. He swallows weakly and digs his cheek against David's.
"Ye-yeah. Yes."
"Real good?"
"Mm-hmm." They shift and they press closer together and Fernando's legs part around one of David's and their bodies collide even tighter and they both gasp, low and wet and secret.
"That was my fuck. That was mine. I taught him to fuck like that." David's voice is a growl and it sounds so foreign to Fernando, it sounds dangerous and animalistic and not at all like the gentle boy who had guarded him his whole life. David's fingers are suddenly at the small of his back and they're digging at his shirt and pushing against bare, burning skin. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, Davey. Yes. God, yes."
"God, Nando. Ohmygod." David pants against Fernando's neck, his hands gripping him so tight that Fernando whimpers and he arches helplessly, offering himself up to those fingers, inviting them lower, if they wanted. He feels David's wet, messy kisses against his sweaty skin and he writhes against him, alive and awake and he feels so close to something, so close to easing an ache that he kept locked up tight, that he hid for so long. David kisses up his neck and he pants out a whispered growl against Fernando's waiting mouth and Fernando cannot move, he can't even draw in a full breath. David gentles suddenly and he kisses Fernando with a softness Fernando didn't know even existed, let alone inside this moment, between two burning bodies who have almost found what they want, almost. Fernando kisses him back a little more firmly, parting his lips without being asked and David's tongue slips inside of his mouth for all of three seconds before he's pulling away, lifting up out of the bed and he's shirtless and breathless and nearly savage looking as he stands over Fernando, his cock pushing against his pants and their eyes are locked.
"I've gotta go work in the stables for awhile. How about porkchops for dinner, darlin?"
Fernando just stares up at him, licking his lips over and over and he nods, a shaky, stuttered thing and David's smile eases the pain in his chest just a little. David pauses in the door and turns to look at him, at how Fernando is rumpled and swollen-mouthed and sweaty in that bed, in this room that almost smells like sex.
"Love you, chickpea."
"Love you, too, Davey. I love you."
David grins at him then, his fingers trailing over the worn wood of the doorframe and then he's gone, hand trembling on the railing as he runs down the stairs.
chapter twenty-three.
Characters: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres, Iker Casillas, Cesc Fábregas, David Beckham
Rating: NC-17 from here on out just to be safe
Disclaimer: Tragically untrue.
Summary: Tramps like us, baby we were born to run.
Notes: Here we go. (This part 2 of the 3 parts of this 'mini' section. The first part was posted earlier today and can be found here.)
one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. seventeen. eighteen. nineteen. twenty. twenty-one.
warning: kinda r-rated fake brothers getting hot and heavy ahead. could be incest but it is in no way real. no more than supernatural.
David closes the door behind him as quietly as he can and he locks it just in case. His voice trembles on his lips and his throat shakes with a held-in sob that he can't let out, that he'll never let out. He turns to look at Fernando who is still asleep in the bed, the lock of Sergio's hair caught in one young fist and David rushes toward him, overwhelmed with so much, desperate to the point of feeling dangerous and he doesn't know when this happened, when the rug got pulled out from under him, when he lost his peace, when he lost his mind. He lies down in the bed again only this time he's facing Fernando and he untucks him, he pulls those arms and legs around his own body and he wraps his arms around Fernando's tiny waist and he crushes him to his body, a new series of sobs taking over him now until they all rush together into a single sound, into one, heartbreaking sound and he's gasping against Fernando's neck, wetting his skin and Fernando wakes to this.
He holds him tight immediately, soothing his hands down David's naked back and he pushes soft shushes into his hair just like David used to do to him, doing it without question or hesitation.
"Nando," David strangles out and his hands are clutching at him, pulling at his shirt and running the full length of his back over and over again. Fernando used to be frightened of these moments, he used to feel so young in them and he didn't even know where to start to figure out what to do, but he realizes as he soothes David's hair back and kisses his temple that it's different now. He can help now.
"Davey?" He cups his face and pulls David to look at him, David's eyes shot through with sage green from all the tears and Fernando's hands grow infinitely softer. "Davey, talk to me?"
"I din't know, chick. I didn't know. I promise if I had, I'dve done anything to save you. I promise I would've."
Fernando frowns and the first knot tightens in his stomach.
"If you'dve known what?"
"Iker... Iker told me. About all the men."
Fernando pales and his insides start to shake. He pulls away from David on instinct, afraid of retaliation, of punishment, not thinking it through that this was Davey, not Dad, that Davey would never, not ever hurt him.
"But... why? Why'd he tell you that? Why?"
"Why'd you do it, Nando? Why didn't you just come home to me? Why didn't you just let me take care of you?"
"Because this was my mess. My problem. Because I had to run away, Davey. I couldn't come back here. I didn't wanna get you into trouble. I'd rather die first."
David searches his eyes almost frantically and he pulls Fernando close to him again, bodies slotting together easily. He runs his fingers carefully over the piercings in Fernando's cheeks, the ones that are settled down into his dimples and over the loop that curls around the left side of his top lip. He fingers that one gently and Fernando keeps his mouth soft and parted, letting him, watching him. He watches David face as his hands push up into his hair next, over the shaved sides that are growing out and over the bleached-out mop on top, his rat's nest of a mohawk and he watches David's strong mouth form a sigh. One of the hands returns to his face, forefinger stroking over his top lip piercing and Fernando kisses the pad of it.
"Changed so much gone from me. You changed so much. My little boy."
"I didn't change too much, Davey. I swear I didn't." He feels shy under David's attentive fingers, the fingers that have known him since he was a newborn, the fingers that have touched his skin every year of his life (almost, almost). "I'm still your baby brother."
"How many?"
"Hm?" Fernando's eyes light on the broken skin of David's knuckles and alarms ring in his head and he feels sick suddenly. He pulls that hand toward himself and kisses at the broken skin tenderly, and he can't help the way his ribs ache when David gasps the second Fernando's tongue touches his knuckles.
"How many have had you, chickpea? How many? Be honest."
"I don't know, Davey. I just... I really don't know."
"Were you really..." David struggles with the words, raw under the soft ministrations from Fernando's mouth, from the laps of his tongue and his sweet mouth. "Did... did anyone hurt you? Did anyone force you?"
"Davey..."
"Tell me." He tugs his hand away and runs it up over Fernando's cheek and into his hair, soothing it down, moving them even closer together and Iker's words ring over and over in his mind.
"Yeah. Sometimes."
"They raped you?"
"Sometimes." Fernando keeps his voice even and he avoids David's eyes, the word careful and light on his tongue. He feels David tighten his arm around him and he draws in a breath that sounds loud between them. He closes his eyes when he feels David's mouth on his chin.
"God, how did they not know. How did they not know."
"Know what?"
"How special you are."
"But I'm not, Davey. I'm really not."
"I've known you your whole life. I've... I've always seen it, Nando. Always. That's what I always tried to protect. That light inside you. That's what... what I've worked for all these years. That's what I've saved money for. I got a box under my bed, chickpea. I have $11,000 in it. Because I was waitin' for you. I was waiting for you to come home so we could start a new life. So I could take care of you the way I always wanted. The way you always deserved."
"You got that kind of money saved?" Fernando's eyes are wide as saucers and David grins before he kisses at his cheeks, at those dimples piercings, both of them.
"Yeah. I do. Just for you and me."
"Not for Iker?"
David's face darkens then and he changes, a visible shift in mood. The puzzle pieces slide together finally, the busted knuckles and David's sudden panic when he woke Fernando up and the questions. Fernando's fingers trip over David's hairline and his face is heavy with concern.
"What did he do to you?"
"Don't worry about it, honey. Don't worry about it. You have enough on your plate." David kisses at Fernando's rabbit nose, kisses down to the dip above his top lip and Fernando's heart is racing for so many reasons.
"What did he say to you, Davey? Why are you so upset? Please." Fernando closes his eyes and snuggles up to him, feeling the extent of this luxury, of having David back at all, let alone in his bed, let alone in such a quiet moment when he needs, when he needs him so, so much.
"He told me."
Fernando's heart jumps into his throat and his eyes shut even tighter. He follows David's hands on him in his mind's eye, follows them down his waist and up across his chest to his pounding heart.
"He... he told you?"
"That he fucked you."
Fernando's blood runs cold, ice tearing at his veins.
"...Oh."
"Is it true?"
"I don't wanna talk about this, Davey."
"Tell me, chickpea. Is it?"
Fernando sucks in a loud breath that he exhales across David's ear and he wraps his arms around his neck, clinging to him so Davey can't let go when he hears the next word out of Fernando's mouth.
"Yeah."
"Goddamnit," David hisses, his voice razor-edged with pain and he pushes his face hard into Fernando's neck, bone colliding with bone and Fernando is bruising under the pressure. "Goddamnit."
"I... I didn't know. H-he didn't know. You always kept us apart, Davey. I didnt know."
"Was he good?" The words are scalding against Fernando's ear and his skin tingles and he can feel the exact pressure of each of David's fingertips against his back. He swallows weakly and digs his cheek against David's.
"Ye-yeah. Yes."
"Real good?"
"Mm-hmm." They shift and they press closer together and Fernando's legs part around one of David's and their bodies collide even tighter and they both gasp, low and wet and secret.
"That was my fuck. That was mine. I taught him to fuck like that." David's voice is a growl and it sounds so foreign to Fernando, it sounds dangerous and animalistic and not at all like the gentle boy who had guarded him his whole life. David's fingers are suddenly at the small of his back and they're digging at his shirt and pushing against bare, burning skin. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, Davey. Yes. God, yes."
"God, Nando. Ohmygod." David pants against Fernando's neck, his hands gripping him so tight that Fernando whimpers and he arches helplessly, offering himself up to those fingers, inviting them lower, if they wanted. He feels David's wet, messy kisses against his sweaty skin and he writhes against him, alive and awake and he feels so close to something, so close to easing an ache that he kept locked up tight, that he hid for so long. David kisses up his neck and he pants out a whispered growl against Fernando's waiting mouth and Fernando cannot move, he can't even draw in a full breath. David gentles suddenly and he kisses Fernando with a softness Fernando didn't know even existed, let alone inside this moment, between two burning bodies who have almost found what they want, almost. Fernando kisses him back a little more firmly, parting his lips without being asked and David's tongue slips inside of his mouth for all of three seconds before he's pulling away, lifting up out of the bed and he's shirtless and breathless and nearly savage looking as he stands over Fernando, his cock pushing against his pants and their eyes are locked.
"I've gotta go work in the stables for awhile. How about porkchops for dinner, darlin?"
Fernando just stares up at him, licking his lips over and over and he nods, a shaky, stuttered thing and David's smile eases the pain in his chest just a little. David pauses in the door and turns to look at him, at how Fernando is rumpled and swollen-mouthed and sweaty in that bed, in this room that almost smells like sex.
"Love you, chickpea."
"Love you, too, Davey. I love you."
David grins at him then, his fingers trailing over the worn wood of the doorframe and then he's gone, hand trembling on the railing as he runs down the stairs.
chapter twenty-three.