Lollipop (standlone)
Title: Lollipop
Author: eternitybreaks / orton_fics
Pairing: Iker Casillas and David Beckham
Fandom: Football (RPS)
Plot: David vists Iker at home and leaves a lasting impression.
Rating: PG
Words: 650
Notes: This is dedicated to rebelstrike21 because I said Iker seemed naive and would probably get excited by lollipops. Mind you at the time, I was thinking ~dirty thoughts~ but the fic ended up becoming a bit...well read it ;)
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The bench was cold beneath Iker as he looked into vast distance. Things were a little hectic right now, coming up short in La Liga and the firing of another manager and the upcoming World Cup, Iker felt like he couldn’t breathe. As soon as the World Cup was over it was back into another season, and another battle to get one over on Barcelona. But right now all he wanted was to sit back, close his eyes and rest for a minute. The night was nippy in Madrid, but he went without a sweater. From the distance he could hear a horn blare and kids laughing.
“Hey,” any normal person would be startled in shock, but not Iker. There was only one person who had a spare key to his home, and that one person was a certain former England captain.
“You going to South Africa,” Iker knew David wouldn’t be playing in the games. It didn’t seem like football wanted its hero anymore; it was too busy looking at fresher meat. An injury stalls another star.
“Yeah, it’s all hush-hush right now, but the coach wants me out there to help motivate the players,” Iker couldn’t help but snort at that. David knocked his shoulder into Iker’s as he finally let out a laugh.
“I’m good motivation,” laughed David. Iker nodded before calming down a little, “Yes you are my friend, but I prefer your other motivation.”
Life was tricky, meeting in darkened corners for a quick kiss, going without each other for six months at a time, and sometimes even phone calls slipped through the cracks. But times like these made up for all the absences. Iker remembered how angry he was when David left; he had a chance in Italy and at least keeping their connection somewhat stable. But America was another story, for the first few months the Beckham’s were too busy playing up the glamour Hollywood scene, and Iker didn’t speak to David for a solid four months because of their partying. Iker could forgive that, he could forgive it because what else could he do.
Iker wanted to ask how long David was here for, but asking would just make it a reality so he quietened down his thoughts for now, and sat pressed arm to arm with the man he loved. The night seemed to still, and a few small birds flittered through his garden before settling for the night. Iker wasn’t sure how much time had passed; David and he rarely talked more than they had too. That’s what made their phone calls pretty non-existent. David shifted next to Iker and Iker looked up; he didn’t see a future in David’s eyes, he didn’t see promises, all he saw was now - and that’s all either of them could offer. David leaned in and placed a soft closed-mouthed kiss on Iker’s lips. Iker smiled and kissed him back.
“Here,” David pulled out a large lollipop out his jacket pocket. The head was bathed in assorted colours, a lollipop you’d find at a carnival. Iker felt his face flush and was embarrassed that his throat suddenly went dry.
“I know you’re addicted to these things, so...um...here,” David thrust the lollipop at Iker, and Iker took it gratefully. The moment was awkward; it always was when either of them acknowledged the others favourite things. It made their relationship too real and real wasn’t something they could have or indulge in. David got up off the bench and Iker stared at him, “I need to go make a flight,” Iker nodded and suddenly he felt the urge to cry. David came to Madrid just to give him this lollipop, and if he said it aloud he’d probably break down.
“Be safe,” Iker finally choked out.
David nodded, squeezed Iker’s shoulder and left. Iker stared at the lollipop. The smallest things always make the biggest noise.
Author: eternitybreaks / orton_fics
Pairing: Iker Casillas and David Beckham
Fandom: Football (RPS)
Plot: David vists Iker at home and leaves a lasting impression.
Rating: PG
Words: 650
Notes: This is dedicated to rebelstrike21 because I said Iker seemed naive and would probably get excited by lollipops. Mind you at the time, I was thinking ~dirty thoughts~ but the fic ended up becoming a bit...well read it ;)
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The bench was cold beneath Iker as he looked into vast distance. Things were a little hectic right now, coming up short in La Liga and the firing of another manager and the upcoming World Cup, Iker felt like he couldn’t breathe. As soon as the World Cup was over it was back into another season, and another battle to get one over on Barcelona. But right now all he wanted was to sit back, close his eyes and rest for a minute. The night was nippy in Madrid, but he went without a sweater. From the distance he could hear a horn blare and kids laughing.
“Hey,” any normal person would be startled in shock, but not Iker. There was only one person who had a spare key to his home, and that one person was a certain former England captain.
“You going to South Africa,” Iker knew David wouldn’t be playing in the games. It didn’t seem like football wanted its hero anymore; it was too busy looking at fresher meat. An injury stalls another star.
“Yeah, it’s all hush-hush right now, but the coach wants me out there to help motivate the players,” Iker couldn’t help but snort at that. David knocked his shoulder into Iker’s as he finally let out a laugh.
“I’m good motivation,” laughed David. Iker nodded before calming down a little, “Yes you are my friend, but I prefer your other motivation.”
Life was tricky, meeting in darkened corners for a quick kiss, going without each other for six months at a time, and sometimes even phone calls slipped through the cracks. But times like these made up for all the absences. Iker remembered how angry he was when David left; he had a chance in Italy and at least keeping their connection somewhat stable. But America was another story, for the first few months the Beckham’s were too busy playing up the glamour Hollywood scene, and Iker didn’t speak to David for a solid four months because of their partying. Iker could forgive that, he could forgive it because what else could he do.
Iker wanted to ask how long David was here for, but asking would just make it a reality so he quietened down his thoughts for now, and sat pressed arm to arm with the man he loved. The night seemed to still, and a few small birds flittered through his garden before settling for the night. Iker wasn’t sure how much time had passed; David and he rarely talked more than they had too. That’s what made their phone calls pretty non-existent. David shifted next to Iker and Iker looked up; he didn’t see a future in David’s eyes, he didn’t see promises, all he saw was now - and that’s all either of them could offer. David leaned in and placed a soft closed-mouthed kiss on Iker’s lips. Iker smiled and kissed him back.
“Here,” David pulled out a large lollipop out his jacket pocket. The head was bathed in assorted colours, a lollipop you’d find at a carnival. Iker felt his face flush and was embarrassed that his throat suddenly went dry.
“I know you’re addicted to these things, so...um...here,” David thrust the lollipop at Iker, and Iker took it gratefully. The moment was awkward; it always was when either of them acknowledged the others favourite things. It made their relationship too real and real wasn’t something they could have or indulge in. David got up off the bench and Iker stared at him, “I need to go make a flight,” Iker nodded and suddenly he felt the urge to cry. David came to Madrid just to give him this lollipop, and if he said it aloud he’d probably break down.
“Be safe,” Iker finally choked out.
David nodded, squeezed Iker’s shoulder and left. Iker stared at the lollipop. The smallest things always make the biggest noise.