understanding (sergio/fernando, pg)
title understanding
rating pg
pairing sernando
summary sergio asks fernando what he misses the most
word count 324
note so i was perusing goal.com the other day, just for kicks, and found a thing about Fernando saying he didn't miss anything about spain. and then i wrote this.
The bar was dark, the kind of dark that almost gave Fernando a headache. The air was thick with smoke and with words unsaid, and his fingers danced along the sweating edge of his beer just for something to do. He tipped his head back slightly and allowed himself to look at Sergio for just a moment, taking in the way the dim light made his skin look even more tan, the way his dark eyes glittered of their own accord. Then Fernando looked away, because Sergio wasn’t his to look at anymore.
“What do you miss the most?”
Sergio’s voice cut through the air like a knife, his words the first spoken since they’d arrived. Fernando wondered, not for the first time, why he’d agreed to meet his friend here. Why he’d agreed to meet Sergio at all, because he knew how hard it would be. Knew that Sergio, never one for beating around the bush, would ask him these questions -impossible questions- and expect real answers.
“About what? Spain?” you went unsaid, but Fernando knew Sergio understood. The younger man shrugged and inclined his head the slightest bit, and even though Fernando still hadn’t looked back up, he knew that Sergio was staring at him.
“I miss the sun,” Fernando said, finally dragging his eyes up to meet Sergio’s, finally. The Sevillan was staring at him as intently as Fernando remembered he could, and Fernando abruptly felt like crying.
Fernando felt like crying because he didn’t have to say he missed Sergio for Sergio to know it was truer than anything else. A part of him wanted to close the minute distance between them and let the younger man hold him again, but his rational mind knew that leaving was the better option -a clean break heals faster- because if he stayed, it would be forever. And Fernando wondered, not for the first time, why he’d ever left in the first place.
rating pg
pairing sernando
summary sergio asks fernando what he misses the most
word count 324
note so i was perusing goal.com the other day, just for kicks, and found a thing about Fernando saying he didn't miss anything about spain. and then i wrote this.
The bar was dark, the kind of dark that almost gave Fernando a headache. The air was thick with smoke and with words unsaid, and his fingers danced along the sweating edge of his beer just for something to do. He tipped his head back slightly and allowed himself to look at Sergio for just a moment, taking in the way the dim light made his skin look even more tan, the way his dark eyes glittered of their own accord. Then Fernando looked away, because Sergio wasn’t his to look at anymore.
“What do you miss the most?”
Sergio’s voice cut through the air like a knife, his words the first spoken since they’d arrived. Fernando wondered, not for the first time, why he’d agreed to meet his friend here. Why he’d agreed to meet Sergio at all, because he knew how hard it would be. Knew that Sergio, never one for beating around the bush, would ask him these questions -impossible questions- and expect real answers.
“About what? Spain?” you went unsaid, but Fernando knew Sergio understood. The younger man shrugged and inclined his head the slightest bit, and even though Fernando still hadn’t looked back up, he knew that Sergio was staring at him.
“I miss the sun,” Fernando said, finally dragging his eyes up to meet Sergio’s, finally. The Sevillan was staring at him as intently as Fernando remembered he could, and Fernando abruptly felt like crying.
Fernando felt like crying because he didn’t have to say he missed Sergio for Sergio to know it was truer than anything else. A part of him wanted to close the minute distance between them and let the younger man hold him again, but his rational mind knew that leaving was the better option -a clean break heals faster- because if he stayed, it would be forever. And Fernando wondered, not for the first time, why he’d ever left in the first place.