fic: malleable
title: malleable
pairing: raul gonzalez/guti/fernando morientes
rating: r?
disclaimer: fiction
a/n: writing is my stress reliever. i apologize for any mistakes.
Push. Pull. Bend.
They no longer have anything in common except each other and memories - memories that lapse over better days and victories with a club that leaves a more sweet than bitter taste in their mouths. One has moved on, the other holding onto the thing makes his heart beat faster, the last fighting to get his youth back. They are so different that when they look at their lives collectively it’s difficult to see what had attracted them to each other.
Fernando sees Raul as the glue because there is no way he would be with Guti without him. He and Raul are different but they fall into sync with each other’s difference. Raul is the old fashion kind of man, friend and lover. He believes in honour, dignity and pride - believes a man is only as good as his word. In some ways Fernando looks up to Raul, is in awe of him even though Fernando is the older one. Raul is everything his father told him a man should be when he was a young boy.
Even now, Raul pushes harder than anyone else he knows and complains the least. Which he cannot say about someone else.
{*}
“Just for a moment, for a fucking moment, step back and think of someone that isn’t you, Guti.”
When the call cuts off, Guti is furious. He throws his phone and watches as it shatters against the wall. He stalks over to his kitchen and wildly searches the cabinets for anything that resembles alcohol and when he gets his hands on a bottle of premium vodka he pours in a glass to the rim.
And when he raises it, liquid overflowing and running down his fingertips, Raul’s face - solemn and weary - swims before his eyes. But the moment is gone and Guti closes his eyes before he swallows down more than half of the vodka.
There are too many reasons why his insides burn.
{*}
He calls him because it’s the only thing he can do.
“Have you heard from Guti recently? He called me two days ago but I was busy with the kids so I didn’t pick up. I tried calling him back but his phone’s been unavailable ever since.”
His voice is calm but it belies how he feels right now. This had to be his fault.
Fernando’s soft laughter filters over the line, sad and mocking at the same time. “He’s thirty five, Raul. Let him grow up.”
“What happened?” When Raul sighs he feels his body getting heavier and it hurts. He needs to stop doing this to himself.
“What do you think? Called me because he couldn’t reach you, like I had you in my fucking pocket or something.”
“Fer...”
“Look, Raul. What are we doing, huh? I kept this up for you but you need to stop letting him treat you like he does.”
When Raul is taking a shower an hour after he hangs up, he rests his forehead against the cool tiles and is thankful the water washes away his tears quickly.
{*}
Guti lands back in Madrid a day after he’s released and nearly drops his bags when he sees Fernando sitting in his favourite chair when he opens the door to his apartment.
“I wasn’t expecting a greeting party.”
“Why haven’t you called him back yet?”
Straight to the point Fernando is. Guti shrugs as he drops his bags in the corner by the door before making his way into the kitchen.
He’s going to need a glass of wine - good Spanish wine - if he’s going to deal with Fernando. When he’s about to pour, a grip tightens around his wrist and he needs to bite down on his cheek from calling out.
“I said,” Fernando says with a dangerous edge in his voice. “Why haven’t you called him back yet?”
Guti’s eyes flicker down to where they are joined before shoving Fernando hard.
“He sent you to check up on me? How fucking nice.”
It really shouldn’t come as a surprise when Fernando’s got him pinned against the counter, cold marble digging into his back, fingers tight against his collarbone.
“Me and you aren’t him and you so don’t fucking act like you don’t care that he’s worried about you.” Fernando’s face is ugly and thick with emotion and for some reason it breaks something in Guti but he doesn’t let it show.
“You came here to tell me to call him? You could have just called.”
Fernando lets up just for a quick second before he slams Guti’s body again. The pain that shoots through his lower half rips a yelp from his lips.
“Why are you such an asshole?”
But Guti doesn’t answer because Fernando doesn’t let him.
{*}
They have never gotten along the same way they both do with Raul. The chemistry just isn’t the same. It’s always a fight, some kind of battle in which they have to prove their worth to each other. Sarcasm and snark come naturally to Guti and Fernando matches him pound for pound. It has toned down over the years but it’s still evident when the three of them are together.
Why are they together if they don’t like each other?
Fernando pushes hard against Guti, never relenting as he tightens his grip on his wrists, his hips moving brutally. This is how they are, when it’s just the two of them - no Raul, no buffer. Just them, Fernando and Jose Maria - a clash of personalities, of energy. It never ends well.
{*}
Raul answers the phone and sighs when he hears the smile in Guti’s voice. He lets himself be placated by truths such as he’s back in Madrid, taking it easy, taking casually to teams but not signing anything, lies such as he’s happy, busy and sorry for not calling Raul sooner.
None of them are better than the other. They’re all weak in their own ways, some more visible than others.
Push. Pull. Bend.
pairing: raul gonzalez/guti/fernando morientes
rating: r?
disclaimer: fiction
a/n: writing is my stress reliever. i apologize for any mistakes.
Push. Pull. Bend.
They no longer have anything in common except each other and memories - memories that lapse over better days and victories with a club that leaves a more sweet than bitter taste in their mouths. One has moved on, the other holding onto the thing makes his heart beat faster, the last fighting to get his youth back. They are so different that when they look at their lives collectively it’s difficult to see what had attracted them to each other.
Fernando sees Raul as the glue because there is no way he would be with Guti without him. He and Raul are different but they fall into sync with each other’s difference. Raul is the old fashion kind of man, friend and lover. He believes in honour, dignity and pride - believes a man is only as good as his word. In some ways Fernando looks up to Raul, is in awe of him even though Fernando is the older one. Raul is everything his father told him a man should be when he was a young boy.
Even now, Raul pushes harder than anyone else he knows and complains the least. Which he cannot say about someone else.
{*}
“Just for a moment, for a fucking moment, step back and think of someone that isn’t you, Guti.”
When the call cuts off, Guti is furious. He throws his phone and watches as it shatters against the wall. He stalks over to his kitchen and wildly searches the cabinets for anything that resembles alcohol and when he gets his hands on a bottle of premium vodka he pours in a glass to the rim.
And when he raises it, liquid overflowing and running down his fingertips, Raul’s face - solemn and weary - swims before his eyes. But the moment is gone and Guti closes his eyes before he swallows down more than half of the vodka.
There are too many reasons why his insides burn.
{*}
He calls him because it’s the only thing he can do.
“Have you heard from Guti recently? He called me two days ago but I was busy with the kids so I didn’t pick up. I tried calling him back but his phone’s been unavailable ever since.”
His voice is calm but it belies how he feels right now. This had to be his fault.
Fernando’s soft laughter filters over the line, sad and mocking at the same time. “He’s thirty five, Raul. Let him grow up.”
“What happened?” When Raul sighs he feels his body getting heavier and it hurts. He needs to stop doing this to himself.
“What do you think? Called me because he couldn’t reach you, like I had you in my fucking pocket or something.”
“Fer...”
“Look, Raul. What are we doing, huh? I kept this up for you but you need to stop letting him treat you like he does.”
When Raul is taking a shower an hour after he hangs up, he rests his forehead against the cool tiles and is thankful the water washes away his tears quickly.
{*}
Guti lands back in Madrid a day after he’s released and nearly drops his bags when he sees Fernando sitting in his favourite chair when he opens the door to his apartment.
“I wasn’t expecting a greeting party.”
“Why haven’t you called him back yet?”
Straight to the point Fernando is. Guti shrugs as he drops his bags in the corner by the door before making his way into the kitchen.
He’s going to need a glass of wine - good Spanish wine - if he’s going to deal with Fernando. When he’s about to pour, a grip tightens around his wrist and he needs to bite down on his cheek from calling out.
“I said,” Fernando says with a dangerous edge in his voice. “Why haven’t you called him back yet?”
Guti’s eyes flicker down to where they are joined before shoving Fernando hard.
“He sent you to check up on me? How fucking nice.”
It really shouldn’t come as a surprise when Fernando’s got him pinned against the counter, cold marble digging into his back, fingers tight against his collarbone.
“Me and you aren’t him and you so don’t fucking act like you don’t care that he’s worried about you.” Fernando’s face is ugly and thick with emotion and for some reason it breaks something in Guti but he doesn’t let it show.
“You came here to tell me to call him? You could have just called.”
Fernando lets up just for a quick second before he slams Guti’s body again. The pain that shoots through his lower half rips a yelp from his lips.
“Why are you such an asshole?”
But Guti doesn’t answer because Fernando doesn’t let him.
{*}
They have never gotten along the same way they both do with Raul. The chemistry just isn’t the same. It’s always a fight, some kind of battle in which they have to prove their worth to each other. Sarcasm and snark come naturally to Guti and Fernando matches him pound for pound. It has toned down over the years but it’s still evident when the three of them are together.
Why are they together if they don’t like each other?
Fernando pushes hard against Guti, never relenting as he tightens his grip on his wrists, his hips moving brutally. This is how they are, when it’s just the two of them - no Raul, no buffer. Just them, Fernando and Jose Maria - a clash of personalities, of energy. It never ends well.
{*}
Raul answers the phone and sighs when he hears the smile in Guti’s voice. He lets himself be placated by truths such as he’s back in Madrid, taking it easy, taking casually to teams but not signing anything, lies such as he’s happy, busy and sorry for not calling Raul sooner.
None of them are better than the other. They’re all weak in their own ways, some more visible than others.
Push. Pull. Bend.