d’ara i sempre
Pairing: Marc Muniesa/Sergi Roberto
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 594
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them, it’s all my imagination.
Summary: It’s raining.
A/N: Marc/Sergi because 1) they’re pretty, 2) they’re adorable, 3) they’re like, best friends, 4) I’m recently obsessed with them and 5) maritsel_chan is bad influence. This is for her ♥
Title and cut text from Tota la Nit by Teràpia de Shock.
They are on their way back to Sergi’s after watching a movie at the cinema when it suddenly starts raining. Actually it is not raining - that would be an understatement - it’s Raining. There is so much water streaming down from the sky like someone up there is emptying buckets over their heads. If apocalypse is really coming - Sergi is convinced that this has to be it.
They’re both completely soaked within seconds and Marc starts jogging, he doesn’t want to be caught in the rain for too long and possibly catch a cold. Marc is a few meters ahead of Sergi at first, but Sergi is faster and soon he catches up and grabs Marc’s hand, pulling him with him. They’re hurrying for a few minutes but breathing starts to hurt eventually.
“Sergi, stop,” Marc gasps breathlessly and Sergi turns around, smirking at Marc.
“What, already tired? I thought you were an athlete,” he says, sounding smug.
Marc only rolls his eyes. Sergi drags Marc in a nearby doorway. It’s relatively dry there - at least compared to the rain that still pours - but they’re pressed together, chest-to-chest because it really is only a small doorway after all.
He looks at Sergi, his hair is clinging to his head and the curls are gone. It looks so much longer than usual. A strand is hanging in Sergi’s eye and suddenly Marc has the urge to simply brush it away softly, sticking it behind Sergi’s ear. He does it.
Sergi starts to laugh and Marc looks at him curiously. Then he raises his arms and puts them around Marc’s neck. He’s looking directly in Marc’s eyes, smiles lightly.
“What?” Marc asks quietly. He doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand what has suddenly changed, doesn’t understand what exactly is happening right now.
“It’s like in the movies,” Sergi says. “Remember when we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral?” Marc nods. “It’s like in the end, when it’s raining and they’re outside and then Charles asks Carrie to not-marry him and then they kiss.”
Marc smiles - after all, Sergi is kind of right. They’re soaked, it’s raining buckets and they’re close. Too close, probably. Marc doesn’t particularly mind, he puts his hands on Sergi’s waist, keeps holding his gaze.
Sergi leans forward and lightly brushes his lips over Marc’s. Marc freezes for a second - this is new, not entirely what he expected to happen - and it causes Sergi to retreat but Marc pulls Sergi immediately in again, presses his lips on Sergi’s again. He hears Sergi gasping in surprise and uses the moment so slip his tongue In Sergi’s mouth.
It’s good, it’s so good, better than anything Marc could have ever expected. They’re outside on some stranger’s doorstep, their bodies pressed against each other, completely soaked and kissing desperately, like their lives depend on it.
When they finally separate after what seems like eternity, Marc bites his lip to keep himself from grinning too wide but he can’t so he lets go, lets out a loud laugh and draws Sergi into a tight hug. He presses his nose in Sergi’s still wet hair and breathes in deeply, just taking in Sergi’s scent and Sergi, familiar as always.
As the rain gets less heavy, they step out of the doorway and head towards Sergi’s building, holding hands and stealing glances at the other one every few seconds. Sergi blushes furiously every time Marc catches him looking at him, causing Marc to smirk. Right now, being in love with your best friend is actually being a good thing, he thinks.