Born to Run (Part 26/29)
Title: Born to Run (Part 26/29)
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.
Note: Just go with it.
"Please take seconds, boys. Please. I made all this food and I'm..." Judy pauses, tears in her tired eyes and she sighs, sitting back down in her chair and gripping her napkin hard in her hand. Her hands are small and bony-knuckled and Fernando thinks of Iker's hands and how he must have gotten his father's. "I just hope he's alright. Are you sure nothing bad happened? Why would he just get up and leave like that?"
David's mouth is in a thin line and he's frowning as he tries to shovel down as many fried potatoes and peas as he can, trying to decide if he can stomach another pork chop. He gulps down the rest of his milk and Judy is immediately on her feet, hand on the refrigerator handle before David can finish swallowing. "Iker said that's just how he is, that he gets restless and he can't sit still. He's been doing this for a few years."
Judy frowns just as hard as David as she pours him more milk, her eyes tired and troubled and she shakes her head the whole way back to the fridge.
"Someone's hurt that boy. I could see it in his eyes. Someone's hurt him bad. He duddn't know how to take real love, does he? Doesn't know what a real family is like." She strokes the top of Fernando's head, idly working out some of the knots in his ever-lengthening hair. Fernando stares down at his plate, not hungry anymore because of the topic, because that's his Magic they're talking about and he can't even claim him.
"No, m'am," David replies sadly, glancing over at Fernando and his heart sinks. He drinks half of his new glass of milk and he wipes his mouth quickly, dropping his napkin on the plate, his signal for being done. "When are the kids coming home, Mrs. Casillas?"
"Don't know, hon. You know how kids are in the summertime. They'd live in the trees, if I'd let 'em. Here, baby, I'll save your plate in the fridge. Yours, too, Nando. Don't mind me. You boys get up." She takes both of their plates, her own still untouched and cold on the table but she doesn't seem to notice, even as she opens the drawer to pull out the aluminum foil. Fernando looks over to David for help and David gives him a small smile as he stands up, slow in his movements, obviously feeling guilty about getting up but Judy always gets her way, especially where David is concerned.
"Here, Miss Judith. I'll warm yours up in the microwave. Nando, cover those plates and put 'em in the fridge, okay? Miss Judith, sit down here. You've been workin' all day and you deserve a break. Sit on down." He guides her into her chair and kisses her cheek as he takes her plate, watching as Fernando covers the plates carefully, always so deliberate when he's given instructions, always wants to do everything right. He smiles over at him fondly.
"Miss Judith, would you mind terribly if me 'n' Chickpea slept up in the barnloft tonight?"
Fernando turns around, his eyes wide with surprise, with immediate happiness.
"You boys go on ahead. Make sure to close that fridge tight, honey, it's been stickin' lately. There's some extra blankets in the hall closet. Make sure to bundle up up there! It still gets chilly at night, alright?"
David grins as he takes the plate out and places it in front of Judy, his eyes on Fernando.
"I'll keep him warm."
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"Davey, it ain't winter!" Fernando laughs when David finally appears at the top of the ladder with an explosion of blankets and he throws them straight at Fernando who falls back laughing, covered in softness and cotton and then there's David's weight, his hands pulling the blankets back and his eyes and Fernando strains up for his mouth, kissing him full and soft like it's natural, like it's not making his heart tremor or his insides twist up tight as a guitar string. David pulls back after the kiss, his eyes softer now, smiling as he tugs Fernando to sit up again.
"You remember our nights up here, 'pea? We spent at least a year total, didn't we?" David goes about his ritual of making their bed up and Fernando pushes himself to the side, leaning back against the wooden wall to watch him spread the blankets on top of each other one by one, his eyes far-off and heavy with love.
"Must've. And you were such a good scavenger, always managed to keep it warm and get me some food and make me fall asleep laughing." Fernando's smile is wistful when David looks up and they don't look away for a long moment. "And you always waked me up so sweet, just hugged me tighter until it woke me up. Just your arms and your voice. What a way to wake up."
"And my bad morning breath." David plops down in the middle of the plush little bed, two blankets spread out to serve as covers and he tugs the pillows over, smoothing his hand over the bed to deem it finished. Fernando gets up without a word to sit next to him, both of them turned toward each other, indian-style and slouching.
"'Davey, you 'member that time when you built me a swing in that field out there? You said nobody went out there and you made me a swing. I was too damn big for a swing, wasn't I? Like fucking... twelve years old or somethin'!" Fernando leans forward to laugh even as David smirks and gives him a little shove.
"You wuddn't that old. Maybe ten."
"We haven't been comin' here that long, Davey."
"No? Hm." David is lost in thought and Fernando watches him, looks down to admire David's hands, his work-callouses, the veins in his arms, the muscles lying in wait in them. He runs his fingers over David's, smoothing over the tough skin, the scars, the fine hairs. David's face falls lax and he looks down to watch him, everything silent but the cicadas and the flame of the hurricane lamp and the wind in a Georgia summer night. Fernando pushes his fingers up over his wrists when he's done with his hands, rubbing and adoring in quiet, his eyes focused, tender.
"You're a man now. Ain't you?"
David doesn't answer. He turns his hands, spreading his fingers so that his palms are revealed, open to Fernando, allowing him whatever he wants. Fernando brings those hands closer to his face, kissing them lightly after he's done studying them, memorizing wrinkles, the shape of the moons on Davey's fingernails, the width of his fingers. David cups his face with those hands and draws him in for another kiss, this one more intense, pulling warmth from Fernando's body into his own. Fernando moans, surging closer to him, his own hands now on David's thin shirt, his fingers wrapped in it to hold onto him. They part and breathe toward each other, foreheads pressed and their hands find each other again, clasped between their bodies.
"You know this ain't right, Davey."
David responds with a kiss to Fernando's chin.
"And?"
"And..." Fernando trails off, his head tilting to the side as David's mouth pushes past his lips toward his cheek where it comes to life again to kiss down his neck, his sheer skill in it enough to send goosebumps all over Fernando's body. "And that don't bother you? What people would say?"
"No. Why would it? I can love you any way I want, and any way you want, and it ain't nobody else's goddamn business." He peels Fernando's shirt off to punctuate his point, pushing Fernando to lie back on the pillows. He gazes down at him once he's settled, eyes trailing over the bird-fragile bones of his shoulders and his chest, the dusty rose of his nipples and the freckles strewn all over him, like sprinkles on a cupcake. He runs the lightest fingers from Fernando's cheek down his entire body, pausing below his belly button to travel back up, enjoying every shiver and gasp and jolt from Fernando. He reaches for Fernando's hands again and he gathers those thin wrists in his fingers just like Iker had once, pushing his arms up and he leans down to press his nose under Fernando's arm, soft brown hair tickling his nostrils and he just breathes him, his baby, his chickpea, and god he still smells the same somehow, against all reason. He kisses under his arm now, kissing all over, wet, hungry kisses and Fernando cries out, wriggling in David's grasp and pushing up into him, trying to beg but he can't, can never beg from his Davey, still too shy, too unsure. Too his.
He sobs into his arm when he feels one of David's strong hands find its way between his legs, fingers cupping so he can rub Fernando through his pants, trapping his cock between his palm and his thigh and Fernando is getting off on it, he's getting off so fucking hard and he's so close, he's so close and it's been this way for years and he's so close because of that, because of all of it.
"Big boy dick. God, you're such a big boy, aren't you, chickpea? All grown up right here?" He squeezes and Fernando convulses, straining up toward David in a hard, pleading arch. "So beautiful, baby. You've always been so beautiful to me. Perfect to me."
"Davey."
He's weak in everything but his need and with it he pulls David down on top of him, trapping his hand between their bodies but it's enough, David's weight and his sudden mouth on Fernando's and his hard cock against Fernando's soft thin stomach is enough to make Fernando come thick and endless inside of his pants, against David's furiously rubbing hand, the hand that brings him down from orgasm as surely as it took him there, the hand that cups the back of Fernando's head so their mouths can stay together for the headiest kiss of either of their lives, a kiss that makes them both dizzy as they burrow under the blankets, Fernando trying to catch his breath and David trying, as always, to restrain himself. Fernando sighs into David's neck, his arms settled around his neck.
"It don't bother me neither."
chapter twenty-seven.
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.
Note: Just go with it.
"Please take seconds, boys. Please. I made all this food and I'm..." Judy pauses, tears in her tired eyes and she sighs, sitting back down in her chair and gripping her napkin hard in her hand. Her hands are small and bony-knuckled and Fernando thinks of Iker's hands and how he must have gotten his father's. "I just hope he's alright. Are you sure nothing bad happened? Why would he just get up and leave like that?"
David's mouth is in a thin line and he's frowning as he tries to shovel down as many fried potatoes and peas as he can, trying to decide if he can stomach another pork chop. He gulps down the rest of his milk and Judy is immediately on her feet, hand on the refrigerator handle before David can finish swallowing. "Iker said that's just how he is, that he gets restless and he can't sit still. He's been doing this for a few years."
Judy frowns just as hard as David as she pours him more milk, her eyes tired and troubled and she shakes her head the whole way back to the fridge.
"Someone's hurt that boy. I could see it in his eyes. Someone's hurt him bad. He duddn't know how to take real love, does he? Doesn't know what a real family is like." She strokes the top of Fernando's head, idly working out some of the knots in his ever-lengthening hair. Fernando stares down at his plate, not hungry anymore because of the topic, because that's his Magic they're talking about and he can't even claim him.
"No, m'am," David replies sadly, glancing over at Fernando and his heart sinks. He drinks half of his new glass of milk and he wipes his mouth quickly, dropping his napkin on the plate, his signal for being done. "When are the kids coming home, Mrs. Casillas?"
"Don't know, hon. You know how kids are in the summertime. They'd live in the trees, if I'd let 'em. Here, baby, I'll save your plate in the fridge. Yours, too, Nando. Don't mind me. You boys get up." She takes both of their plates, her own still untouched and cold on the table but she doesn't seem to notice, even as she opens the drawer to pull out the aluminum foil. Fernando looks over to David for help and David gives him a small smile as he stands up, slow in his movements, obviously feeling guilty about getting up but Judy always gets her way, especially where David is concerned.
"Here, Miss Judith. I'll warm yours up in the microwave. Nando, cover those plates and put 'em in the fridge, okay? Miss Judith, sit down here. You've been workin' all day and you deserve a break. Sit on down." He guides her into her chair and kisses her cheek as he takes her plate, watching as Fernando covers the plates carefully, always so deliberate when he's given instructions, always wants to do everything right. He smiles over at him fondly.
"Miss Judith, would you mind terribly if me 'n' Chickpea slept up in the barnloft tonight?"
Fernando turns around, his eyes wide with surprise, with immediate happiness.
"You boys go on ahead. Make sure to close that fridge tight, honey, it's been stickin' lately. There's some extra blankets in the hall closet. Make sure to bundle up up there! It still gets chilly at night, alright?"
David grins as he takes the plate out and places it in front of Judy, his eyes on Fernando.
"I'll keep him warm."
--
"Davey, it ain't winter!" Fernando laughs when David finally appears at the top of the ladder with an explosion of blankets and he throws them straight at Fernando who falls back laughing, covered in softness and cotton and then there's David's weight, his hands pulling the blankets back and his eyes and Fernando strains up for his mouth, kissing him full and soft like it's natural, like it's not making his heart tremor or his insides twist up tight as a guitar string. David pulls back after the kiss, his eyes softer now, smiling as he tugs Fernando to sit up again.
"You remember our nights up here, 'pea? We spent at least a year total, didn't we?" David goes about his ritual of making their bed up and Fernando pushes himself to the side, leaning back against the wooden wall to watch him spread the blankets on top of each other one by one, his eyes far-off and heavy with love.
"Must've. And you were such a good scavenger, always managed to keep it warm and get me some food and make me fall asleep laughing." Fernando's smile is wistful when David looks up and they don't look away for a long moment. "And you always waked me up so sweet, just hugged me tighter until it woke me up. Just your arms and your voice. What a way to wake up."
"And my bad morning breath." David plops down in the middle of the plush little bed, two blankets spread out to serve as covers and he tugs the pillows over, smoothing his hand over the bed to deem it finished. Fernando gets up without a word to sit next to him, both of them turned toward each other, indian-style and slouching.
"'Davey, you 'member that time when you built me a swing in that field out there? You said nobody went out there and you made me a swing. I was too damn big for a swing, wasn't I? Like fucking... twelve years old or somethin'!" Fernando leans forward to laugh even as David smirks and gives him a little shove.
"You wuddn't that old. Maybe ten."
"We haven't been comin' here that long, Davey."
"No? Hm." David is lost in thought and Fernando watches him, looks down to admire David's hands, his work-callouses, the veins in his arms, the muscles lying in wait in them. He runs his fingers over David's, smoothing over the tough skin, the scars, the fine hairs. David's face falls lax and he looks down to watch him, everything silent but the cicadas and the flame of the hurricane lamp and the wind in a Georgia summer night. Fernando pushes his fingers up over his wrists when he's done with his hands, rubbing and adoring in quiet, his eyes focused, tender.
"You're a man now. Ain't you?"
David doesn't answer. He turns his hands, spreading his fingers so that his palms are revealed, open to Fernando, allowing him whatever he wants. Fernando brings those hands closer to his face, kissing them lightly after he's done studying them, memorizing wrinkles, the shape of the moons on Davey's fingernails, the width of his fingers. David cups his face with those hands and draws him in for another kiss, this one more intense, pulling warmth from Fernando's body into his own. Fernando moans, surging closer to him, his own hands now on David's thin shirt, his fingers wrapped in it to hold onto him. They part and breathe toward each other, foreheads pressed and their hands find each other again, clasped between their bodies.
"You know this ain't right, Davey."
David responds with a kiss to Fernando's chin.
"And?"
"And..." Fernando trails off, his head tilting to the side as David's mouth pushes past his lips toward his cheek where it comes to life again to kiss down his neck, his sheer skill in it enough to send goosebumps all over Fernando's body. "And that don't bother you? What people would say?"
"No. Why would it? I can love you any way I want, and any way you want, and it ain't nobody else's goddamn business." He peels Fernando's shirt off to punctuate his point, pushing Fernando to lie back on the pillows. He gazes down at him once he's settled, eyes trailing over the bird-fragile bones of his shoulders and his chest, the dusty rose of his nipples and the freckles strewn all over him, like sprinkles on a cupcake. He runs the lightest fingers from Fernando's cheek down his entire body, pausing below his belly button to travel back up, enjoying every shiver and gasp and jolt from Fernando. He reaches for Fernando's hands again and he gathers those thin wrists in his fingers just like Iker had once, pushing his arms up and he leans down to press his nose under Fernando's arm, soft brown hair tickling his nostrils and he just breathes him, his baby, his chickpea, and god he still smells the same somehow, against all reason. He kisses under his arm now, kissing all over, wet, hungry kisses and Fernando cries out, wriggling in David's grasp and pushing up into him, trying to beg but he can't, can never beg from his Davey, still too shy, too unsure. Too his.
He sobs into his arm when he feels one of David's strong hands find its way between his legs, fingers cupping so he can rub Fernando through his pants, trapping his cock between his palm and his thigh and Fernando is getting off on it, he's getting off so fucking hard and he's so close, he's so close and it's been this way for years and he's so close because of that, because of all of it.
"Big boy dick. God, you're such a big boy, aren't you, chickpea? All grown up right here?" He squeezes and Fernando convulses, straining up toward David in a hard, pleading arch. "So beautiful, baby. You've always been so beautiful to me. Perfect to me."
"Davey."
He's weak in everything but his need and with it he pulls David down on top of him, trapping his hand between their bodies but it's enough, David's weight and his sudden mouth on Fernando's and his hard cock against Fernando's soft thin stomach is enough to make Fernando come thick and endless inside of his pants, against David's furiously rubbing hand, the hand that brings him down from orgasm as surely as it took him there, the hand that cups the back of Fernando's head so their mouths can stay together for the headiest kiss of either of their lives, a kiss that makes them both dizzy as they burrow under the blankets, Fernando trying to catch his breath and David trying, as always, to restrain himself. Fernando sighs into David's neck, his arms settled around his neck.
"It don't bother me neither."
chapter twenty-seven.