Manchester United Chronicles Part 4 (...To Say Sorry)
Title: Manchester United Chronicles (Part 4)
Sub Title: ...To Say Sorry
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Pairing: Ryan Giggs and John O'Shea (with Gary Neville)
Summary: Carried on from Hard Sex Ryan and John talk about what happened. Gary offers some advice.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: bad language and angst.
Disclaimer: All fiction.
Thanks: To
rebelstrike21 who is the best most fastest, and magic beta ever in the whole wide world.
A/N: This is an on-going saga about all Manchester United Players (present only). All stories are inter-linked even if pairings are different.
Previous Chapters: Physical (Part 1) Hard Sex (Part 2) Thinking (Part 3)
Note: You can read all of them by themselves, but the main theme is taken from the first chapter and spread throughout the whole story. But you can read them on their own if you wish.
MANCHESTER UNITED CHRONICLES
...TO SAY SORRY
PART 4
“My head,” moaned Ryan as he hopped up and sat down on the kitchen counter. Gary mixed his tea with a silver spoon, watching the warm liquid swirl.
“Don’t think it was a good idea mate.”
Ryan frowned and looked at Gary, who continued to stir his tea. He looked like he had gotten out the shower, skin slightly pink and hair wet. He even had clean clothes on.
“Where did you get clean clothes?” Asked Ryan forgetting everything else for a minute.
“How about you don’t dodge the question.”
Ryan bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders. It was a mistake and all, not like John would take it as anything more. Everyone did stupid stuff, this was Ryan’s, so why was Gary being an arse towards him?
“And don’t get defensive on me,” snapped Garry. Ryan quickly closed his mouth and sighed. Tough having a best friend who knew everything about you. Gary took his cup and sat down on the kitchen table, blowing and sipping his tea. Ryan followed suit and stand down across from him, glaring at his friend.
“It was just a fuck.”
Gary shrugged his shoulders, again taking another sip of his tea.
“He won’t think anything of it, he’d be damned stupid if he thought this was some sort of arrangement now.”
Again Gary sipped his tea.
“You gonna say anything?” snapped Ryan. Taking one last sip Gary put his cup down and looked evenly at Ryan. Ryan knew that look, it meant he was about to get a long speech about being professional and not fucking about. About taking responsibility for your own actions, and not blaming the booze for your decisions.
“You knew John had a thing for you, that’s why it was easy for you to grab him and shag him.”
“Not true.”
“Don’t lie, mate. Everyone knows that John has wanted your cock since the day he came here. You’re either oblivious or you knew.”
“I knew,” admitted Ryan.
“So you fucked him and now he’s either gonna be hurt or heartbroken. I don’t even know what’s worse.”
“I told you. He ain’t gonna think anything of it.”
“You keep saying that to yourself. But I suggest you have a good chat with John, since I gotta be at the back line with that kid half the time. I don’t need him asking me about you. You get me.”
“I got it,” sighed Ryan.
“You did this mate, now fix it,” finished Gary. He picked up his cup and took another sip. His eyes looking calmly at Ryan. Never one to be on the receiving end with one of those looks, Ryan fidgeted uncomfortably before standing up and coughing nervously. He left the kitchen, knowing that Gary was watching him.
He wandered around the living room, looking at all the piles of bodies on the floor. Alan’s house was a mess for sure, and lucky for the blonde man he had enough money to get someone else to clean up the mess. Ryan hoped if anyone had sex last night, that’d they’d at least flushed their swimmers down the toilet. People were sick enough, to either a) call a newspaper and sell a story or b) sell the shit on eBay. He knew he was dragging his feet, but he couldn’t help it. What did you tell a friend and a team-mate that you fucked the night before?
It’s cool I do this all the time?
Look it was just sex, don’t think anything more of it?
Neither of them sounded good in his head, both sounded crude and mean. So Gary was right. He had taken the opportunity on knowing that John liked him more than a friend. Well more than a man slash footballer could nowadays. But the point was John liked Ryan, looked up to him and fucking with him was either a godly experience or one of the most stupid, things he probably ever did. So he had to fix it, he hoped that nothing needed to be fixed. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not like this.
----
He found John sitting outside in Alan’s back garden. His garden was mighty big, and he had deck chairs and gazebos everywhere. John was sitting under one of the gazebos, a cup in front of him as he stared across, looking at the sky. Taking a deep breath Ryan made his way over to John, his footsteps alerted John, who looked back and frowned at Ryan. Smiling at John he came over and sat down next to him, not man enough to sit across from him and talk to him face to face.
“Hey,” Ryan said softly. John nodded his head and picked dup his cup. Ryan wondered if he’d do what Gary had done in the kitchen?
“About last night…”Ryan started. However John interrupted him by sighing out aloud.
“Don’t worry about okay, it was a mistake and we should have never done it.” Ryan knew he was gaping like an idiot. Was it this easy? John seemed to think it was a bad mistake. He looked pissed but it was an easy out for Ryan.
“I know, but I shouldn’t have done it. I know you have um…feelings towards me, and well I think I took advantage of it. I feel like shit man,” Ryan babbled. John shrugged his shoulders and drank from his cup.
“What’s done is done we can’t change it now.”
“I know mate, but I don’t want to feel awkward around you now.”
“I see,” said John, “This is about you not feeling weird. And here I thought you actually felt bad for me.”
“Shit man, that’s not what I mean.”
“No?” Said John, now looking at Ryan, his eyes wide and accusing.
“What I mean is, we’re friends, we work together I don’t want there to be awkwardness when there shouldn’t be any.”
John laughed, but the sound was hollow and held no humour, “So I should just shut off how I feel. Ryan mate, if it was that easy I’d have done it long ago.”
Feeling trapped Ryan lashed out, “Fuck you man, it’s not my fault that you have pansy feelings for me. What do you want me to do, say I love you and skip into a fucking rainbow?”
John shook his head, “Nah mate that’s not what I wanted. What I wanted was you to be a friend, and not fuck me. Told me to piss off, because that would have been a lifetime better than you screwing me and then throwing me out like trash. I ain’t stupid enough to think anything would come of this. You really think I’m that dumb? Ryan all you had to say you were sorry and that’s it. I’m getting over it, I am. But if you were looking for no awkwardness you would have gotten it before, now you can go fuck yourself.”
Getting up, and picking his cup John walked across the garden and back into the main house. Ryan leaned back against his chair and sighed loudly. So he fucked up again. He didn’t know how to handle situations like these. Fuck he never did stuff like what he did last night.
“Well done Ryan,” a low voice said from behind him. Ryan jumped a little and looked at Gary who was still holding his cup.
“Don’t start,” warned Ryan.
“You finished it mate.”
“I ain’t finished shit.”
“I told you man, reap what you sow. You gone a lost a friend, and someone who cared about you. He was right all you had to do was say sorry,” and with that Gary wandered back across the garden and back into the main house.
“Fuck!,” shouted Ryan.
All I had to say was sorry.
Sub Title: ...To Say Sorry
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Pairing: Ryan Giggs and John O'Shea (with Gary Neville)
Summary: Carried on from Hard Sex Ryan and John talk about what happened. Gary offers some advice.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: bad language and angst.
Disclaimer: All fiction.
Thanks: To
rebelstrike21 who is the best most fastest, and magic beta ever in the whole wide world.
A/N: This is an on-going saga about all Manchester United Players (present only). All stories are inter-linked even if pairings are different.
Previous Chapters: Physical (Part 1) Hard Sex (Part 2) Thinking (Part 3)
Note: You can read all of them by themselves, but the main theme is taken from the first chapter and spread throughout the whole story. But you can read them on their own if you wish.
MANCHESTER UNITED CHRONICLES
...TO SAY SORRY
PART 4
“My head,” moaned Ryan as he hopped up and sat down on the kitchen counter. Gary mixed his tea with a silver spoon, watching the warm liquid swirl.
“Don’t think it was a good idea mate.”
Ryan frowned and looked at Gary, who continued to stir his tea. He looked like he had gotten out the shower, skin slightly pink and hair wet. He even had clean clothes on.
“Where did you get clean clothes?” Asked Ryan forgetting everything else for a minute.
“How about you don’t dodge the question.”
Ryan bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders. It was a mistake and all, not like John would take it as anything more. Everyone did stupid stuff, this was Ryan’s, so why was Gary being an arse towards him?
“And don’t get defensive on me,” snapped Garry. Ryan quickly closed his mouth and sighed. Tough having a best friend who knew everything about you. Gary took his cup and sat down on the kitchen table, blowing and sipping his tea. Ryan followed suit and stand down across from him, glaring at his friend.
“It was just a fuck.”
Gary shrugged his shoulders, again taking another sip of his tea.
“He won’t think anything of it, he’d be damned stupid if he thought this was some sort of arrangement now.”
Again Gary sipped his tea.
“You gonna say anything?” snapped Ryan. Taking one last sip Gary put his cup down and looked evenly at Ryan. Ryan knew that look, it meant he was about to get a long speech about being professional and not fucking about. About taking responsibility for your own actions, and not blaming the booze for your decisions.
“You knew John had a thing for you, that’s why it was easy for you to grab him and shag him.”
“Not true.”
“Don’t lie, mate. Everyone knows that John has wanted your cock since the day he came here. You’re either oblivious or you knew.”
“I knew,” admitted Ryan.
“So you fucked him and now he’s either gonna be hurt or heartbroken. I don’t even know what’s worse.”
“I told you. He ain’t gonna think anything of it.”
“You keep saying that to yourself. But I suggest you have a good chat with John, since I gotta be at the back line with that kid half the time. I don’t need him asking me about you. You get me.”
“I got it,” sighed Ryan.
“You did this mate, now fix it,” finished Gary. He picked up his cup and took another sip. His eyes looking calmly at Ryan. Never one to be on the receiving end with one of those looks, Ryan fidgeted uncomfortably before standing up and coughing nervously. He left the kitchen, knowing that Gary was watching him.
He wandered around the living room, looking at all the piles of bodies on the floor. Alan’s house was a mess for sure, and lucky for the blonde man he had enough money to get someone else to clean up the mess. Ryan hoped if anyone had sex last night, that’d they’d at least flushed their swimmers down the toilet. People were sick enough, to either a) call a newspaper and sell a story or b) sell the shit on eBay. He knew he was dragging his feet, but he couldn’t help it. What did you tell a friend and a team-mate that you fucked the night before?
It’s cool I do this all the time?
Look it was just sex, don’t think anything more of it?
Neither of them sounded good in his head, both sounded crude and mean. So Gary was right. He had taken the opportunity on knowing that John liked him more than a friend. Well more than a man slash footballer could nowadays. But the point was John liked Ryan, looked up to him and fucking with him was either a godly experience or one of the most stupid, things he probably ever did. So he had to fix it, he hoped that nothing needed to be fixed. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not like this.
----
He found John sitting outside in Alan’s back garden. His garden was mighty big, and he had deck chairs and gazebos everywhere. John was sitting under one of the gazebos, a cup in front of him as he stared across, looking at the sky. Taking a deep breath Ryan made his way over to John, his footsteps alerted John, who looked back and frowned at Ryan. Smiling at John he came over and sat down next to him, not man enough to sit across from him and talk to him face to face.
“Hey,” Ryan said softly. John nodded his head and picked dup his cup. Ryan wondered if he’d do what Gary had done in the kitchen?
“About last night…”Ryan started. However John interrupted him by sighing out aloud.
“Don’t worry about okay, it was a mistake and we should have never done it.” Ryan knew he was gaping like an idiot. Was it this easy? John seemed to think it was a bad mistake. He looked pissed but it was an easy out for Ryan.
“I know, but I shouldn’t have done it. I know you have um…feelings towards me, and well I think I took advantage of it. I feel like shit man,” Ryan babbled. John shrugged his shoulders and drank from his cup.
“What’s done is done we can’t change it now.”
“I know mate, but I don’t want to feel awkward around you now.”
“I see,” said John, “This is about you not feeling weird. And here I thought you actually felt bad for me.”
“Shit man, that’s not what I mean.”
“No?” Said John, now looking at Ryan, his eyes wide and accusing.
“What I mean is, we’re friends, we work together I don’t want there to be awkwardness when there shouldn’t be any.”
John laughed, but the sound was hollow and held no humour, “So I should just shut off how I feel. Ryan mate, if it was that easy I’d have done it long ago.”
Feeling trapped Ryan lashed out, “Fuck you man, it’s not my fault that you have pansy feelings for me. What do you want me to do, say I love you and skip into a fucking rainbow?”
John shook his head, “Nah mate that’s not what I wanted. What I wanted was you to be a friend, and not fuck me. Told me to piss off, because that would have been a lifetime better than you screwing me and then throwing me out like trash. I ain’t stupid enough to think anything would come of this. You really think I’m that dumb? Ryan all you had to say you were sorry and that’s it. I’m getting over it, I am. But if you were looking for no awkwardness you would have gotten it before, now you can go fuck yourself.”
Getting up, and picking his cup John walked across the garden and back into the main house. Ryan leaned back against his chair and sighed loudly. So he fucked up again. He didn’t know how to handle situations like these. Fuck he never did stuff like what he did last night.
“Well done Ryan,” a low voice said from behind him. Ryan jumped a little and looked at Gary who was still holding his cup.
“Don’t start,” warned Ryan.
“You finished it mate.”
“I ain’t finished shit.”
“I told you man, reap what you sow. You gone a lost a friend, and someone who cared about you. He was right all you had to do was say sorry,” and with that Gary wandered back across the garden and back into the main house.
“Fuck!,” shouted Ryan.
All I had to say was sorry.