fic: change his ways
title: change his ways
pairing: david beckham/iker casillas
rated: pg13
note: short dip into this casillas' head
Iker stood in front of the mirror for the longest time. The face staring back at him was that of another man. Perhaps he looked the same as Iker Casillas, aged thirty-one, with the same deep eyes, straight nose, and strong jaw, but Iker only saw a man like himself. The differences were subtle but true. Iker knew he lacked the same set of his shoulders, straight today, light where they were before heavy. Iker never had that particular twist to his lips or the flush along his cheeks, the burn of another man’s stubble at his throat. But the one thing that truly separated Iker from the man in the mirror was the knowledge in his eyes. This other man had discovered something, he understood something, he’d lived and died and became a new man, and Iker envied him. He wanted to stand in the morning and remember what it seemed night could only reveal.
There were no other tell-tale signs. David had used his teeth there and placed his lips here, but there were no marks on his pale skin. Iker had laughed at the gentleness. “You are very careful. You must do this a lot.” He’d only received David’s smile in return, the straight teeth and soft mouth kissing, turning, pressing and then…. And then. There was a choice. There had always been a choice, but once David took his hand, Iker could stay back, rein some of himself in, consequences so far away when it was out of his hands. It was different in the morning when he knew and wanted, wanted more, wanted and then again, and again, but could not find a way to ask when the sun shone. Iker searched for the difference between himself and the man reflected back at him. It must be something so infinitely small but beyond his grasp like the distance between one star to the next, like the meanings behind “yes,” and “please,” and “no.” (You know that I am seducing you? Would you like me to…? Will you stay with me?)
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pairing: david beckham/iker casillas
rated: pg13
note: short dip into this casillas' head
Iker stood in front of the mirror for the longest time. The face staring back at him was that of another man. Perhaps he looked the same as Iker Casillas, aged thirty-one, with the same deep eyes, straight nose, and strong jaw, but Iker only saw a man like himself. The differences were subtle but true. Iker knew he lacked the same set of his shoulders, straight today, light where they were before heavy. Iker never had that particular twist to his lips or the flush along his cheeks, the burn of another man’s stubble at his throat. But the one thing that truly separated Iker from the man in the mirror was the knowledge in his eyes. This other man had discovered something, he understood something, he’d lived and died and became a new man, and Iker envied him. He wanted to stand in the morning and remember what it seemed night could only reveal.
There were no other tell-tale signs. David had used his teeth there and placed his lips here, but there were no marks on his pale skin. Iker had laughed at the gentleness. “You are very careful. You must do this a lot.” He’d only received David’s smile in return, the straight teeth and soft mouth kissing, turning, pressing and then…. And then. There was a choice. There had always been a choice, but once David took his hand, Iker could stay back, rein some of himself in, consequences so far away when it was out of his hands. It was different in the morning when he knew and wanted, wanted more, wanted and then again, and again, but could not find a way to ask when the sun shone. Iker searched for the difference between himself and the man reflected back at him. It must be something so infinitely small but beyond his grasp like the distance between one star to the next, like the meanings behind “yes,” and “please,” and “no.” (You know that I am seducing you? Would you like me to…? Will you stay with me?)
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