Alphabet (Y, Z)
Title: Alphabet (Y, Z)
Parts: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13, PG
Disclaimer: It sucks always having to come up with new ways to say how much they don't belong to me.
Summary: I meant this to happen a hell of a lot sooner, but alas. Here we are though, finally, all done, finished. Yay!
Yes
The sun was shining down bright and brilliant on the rough alpine rock face, a weak breeze from time to time cooling the tanned, sweat-glistening faces and bare arms of the two figures slowly but surely making their way upwards. Their movements had an effortless routine to them, their fingers and feet finding the ledges and creases in the rocky surface as if drawn to them through a magnet, and despite the strained muscles they both still had enough breath in them to enjoy this to the fullest.
“How are you up there?” Daniel’s voice floated up to where his companion was just fixing a new safety hook to the rock, drawing a smile from him.
“Couldn’t be better. You? Tiring?”
The question evoked low laughter from the Dane, and his answer was almost a purr that sent a pleasant shiver through Fernando’s body, weakening his arms for just a heartbeat.
“In your dreams, baby.”
“Don’t make me hard while your life is in my hands,” the Spaniard returned but couldn’t quite fight the amused grin curling around the corners of his mouth as he reached upwards and climbed on.
“Well now you know how I feel with your ass in my line of sight whenever I look up.”
Fernando had to grapple for his hold for just a moment as unexpected laughter shook his body. “Oh my God!”
A low, slightly breathless chuckle reached his ears and he resisted the urge to look down at Dan. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”
Fernando huffed and readjusted his position, his foot finding another place to support his weight. A glance upward revealed that their goal couldn’t be much more than six meters away now. “We’re almost there.”
The rest of the climb was covered in comfortable silence, and once they had safely reached their destination Fernando flung himself onto his back on the ground, relishing the adrenaline in his veins brought by success, his straining muscles that told a very clear tale of the exertion but left him tired and elated at the same time.
“Wow, that was fucking perfect.”
Daniel, lying and breathing deeply next to him, gave a small laugh and stretched his arms before folding them under his head. “Almost as good as the one in the Pyrenees two years ago. Remember that one?”
Fernando didn’t even have to think. “Of course.” A grin slowly began to curl around his lips. “I remember too how you broke our bed there.”
“Me? Me?!” Dan snorted in disbelief. “That was both of us, mister.”
“I still refuse to take any blame in that,” Fernando grinned, eyes fixed on a hint of white on the otherwise clear, endless blue overhead. The field of his vision limited by absolutely nothing at all. He slowly moved his legs, feeling his muscles tremble slightly as he drew up his knees and put the soles of his feet on the ground.
“Remember how we got snowed in in our car on the way back?” he wanted to know, the smile on his face now more reminiscent.
“Sure. Thank God for the two huge coffee thermos jugs.”
“And the mini muffins. Don’t forget those.”
“God, I thought you looked adorable peeking out of that Eskimo hood of your winter jacket.”
“It was cold, okay?”
“The heating was on.”
“It still was. Twat.”
“Shut up.”
Fernando breathed in deeply, the warm air carrying the faint scent of herbs and mountain.
“Remember that power cut on your mum’s birthday?”
“That was hilarious. And we could sneak away to make out in some dark corner.”
“Did I ever tell you that your brother stumbled in on us there?”
“What?!”
“Yup. You were too distracted to notice. And he just stared with really wide eyes before fleeing.”
“Fucking hell…”
Low laughter, Fernando’s elbow knocking into Dan’s side.
“Remember your parents coming over for a surprise visit right during our epic baking battle?”
“Oh God. I’ll never forget their faces when you opened the door all covered in dough and farina.
“Damn it, and I had planned for the cleaning to involve me licking the dough off you.”
“Mmh. Good thing you didn’t though. My mum’s face was already disapproving enough when she saw the kitchen.”
“Pff.”
“Aaww don’t pout.”
A low, half disapproving but half content sound escaping his throat, too comfortable in the warm sun for anything else.
“Remember when we went to see the Lion King musical?”
“Of course.”
“You cried.”
“What? No I didn’t.”
“You did. Right at the first song, I saw. It was why I finally kissed you that night.”
A soft, affectionate smile directed right at him.
“Remember the fireworks in Sydney?”
“Clear as day. Just as that look of wonder on your face.”
“Now you’re getting sappy.”
“I’m never sappy.”
“You’re a total sap…”
A short tousle ensued, quiet, gasped laughs before they tiredly settled again, Fernando’s cheek against Dan’s shoulder.
“Remember that time Pepe dragged us to karaoke and you and Olalla sang ‘Don’t you want me’?”
“Mmhh sure. Way before we got together.”
“I fell in love with you in that moment.”
“I always knew you were crazy.”
They simultaneously looked at each other, and burst out into lazy laughter, letting it trail off while watching the wide alpine summer sky.
“Wanna do something dumb and marry me?”
Fernando blinked and turned his head to catch the look on Dan’s face, the small, tender smile on his lips, the sun in his eyes.
Tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Yes.”
Zenith
The ball cut through the air in a wide, flawless arch, and as it hit the back of the net, the stadium exploded around them. And the euphoric elation of their fans followed Fernando as he, spiked with adrenaline and ecstasy to the very brink, ran past the beaten goalkeeper, screaming out his almost delirious joy. And despite it all his every step had a purpose, was taken only to bring him straight towards that man who had made this goal possible, evading everyone else, no matter how badly they wanted to celebrate with him. And when he reached him, he jumped into his arms full speed, legs wrapped around him, and Dan stumbled back two steps before finally going down.
It didn’t matter, nothing mattered, only that feeling of pure happiness cursing through their veins as they clung to each other there on the pitch, their team mates arriving to pile up on top of them, shouting with joy, Stevie, Dirk, Lucas, Martin, Pepe, no one that didn’t come.
And underneath the mass of overjoyed players, Dan and Fernando held on to each other, shaking and laughing in utter bliss. Trying to take the moment and savour it, bury it deep in their hearts and minds so that it would never, ever leave them.
Because they knew that in this moment, they were on top of the world, and there was no step that could take them any higher. This was what everyone hoped to achieve only once in their lifetime. They were complete, flawless, invincible.
Perfect.