Fiction: Uncategorized - Because we need this (Albiol, Arbeloa)
title: Because we need this
word count: 761
rating: PG
warning(s): none
characters: Raúl Albiol, Álvaro Arbeloa
author's note: Is this because I need this? Because I'm wide open right now? Yeah. That's the reason why. (Note: A) I haven't forgotten my promised fics to you guys, I'm just negligent. - Also, I kept trying to type in Real Madrid but it came out as Raúl Madrid every time. I was a stickler for the accents this time.
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There was a sanctity, something no one could touch or taint or comprehend, between the two. They were more than friends, best friends, but not to some ridiculous relationship point. They didn't even mention it because it was... perfect. Little responsibility, much more reward, and still they could be happily married to Alicia and Carlota, respectively.
Raúl quickly learned about their connection, really learned about it, in South Africa. His first few days injured during training, that's when he first really learned about it. Alone in the hotel room, Raúl was slowly going out of his mind. Del Bosque had given him strict orders to stay in that confining room until he could move freely - properly.
Few things to amuse himself with aside from trying to decipher the shows on the television but even that grew tiresome. Picking up his phone from the bedside table, Raúl dialed up the the only friend he needed at the moment.
"Álvaro," he smiled. "You wanna come over? I'm bored. Don't call me an idiot, just come over to my room. Okay. See you soon." He hung up and fixed his bed half-heartedly as he began to sing songs Alicia would sing with the children.
A few minutes passed and he didn't bother with hobbling to the door after the first or second set of knocks so he shouted 'Come in' instead.
Álvaro grinned at him as he came in, his iPod and headphones hanging around his neck. "Hey, Chori, how was your day?" His tone was condescending but completely Espartano in nature.
"Only as good as it can get when I'm like this." Raúl shrugged and patted the space beside him for his friend. "Good training? Any new jokes from Pepe?" Álvaro shook his head as he flopped down onto the bed. He was practically on top of Chori but neither truly minded."No, all the same stuff he used to tell at Liverpool in English. They have a weird sense of humor." He popped an earbud in and offered the other to Raúl, who, as usual, accepted it. "Training kind of sucked without you, man. I mean, Sergio is fun and Carles is like a pushier, older you but it's still not you, y'know?"
"You miss me?" Raúl snorted but at the same time enjoyed the thought of somebody on the team missing him. "Well, being stuck in here isn't exactly first choice, especially all by myself, so I guess I can understand. Thanks. Who is this?" Looking at the iPod screen, Álvaro hummed with it. "Chayenne."
"I like this song." As it continued to play, they fell into a comfortable silence, resting back into the pillows of the hotel bed and relying on each other for some sort of heat to combat against the South African winter chill.
Half an hour passed with few words passed between the two - "Bleh, change it." "Your zipper is pressing into my side." "Bless you." - and slowly Raúl drifted into a light sleep. He did have a dream in the short time. He dreamt of playing against Germany, knocking them down a peg or two again. When he opened his eyes, noting that the music was still playing in his ear, he looked around to find that Álvaro wasn't with him anymore.
"Eh, I wonder if he went down to dinner." A quick glance at his clock told him no: there were still forty-five minutes until dinner. Raúl, singing along with the last song he heard, slipped out of his shirt, mainly because the room was stuffy now, and settled back into the pillows. He closed his eyes, letting himself drown in the songs pounding into his ears. The only thing that took him out of his world was a hand on his exposed stomach. "What the hell?" he grumbled as he wrenched the earphones out.
Álvaro looked up at him only for a moment before he turned his attention to the belly below his fingertips. He lightly traced the silvery scars, an almost reverent expression overcoming his face, and he sighed. "These from the car accident?" Raúl nodded. They didn't bother him anymore, the scars. A side of Álvaro's mouth slid up and he sighed a 'huh'. "Well. I never noticed there were so many. They're so small."
"Yeah," Raúl breathed, holding his stare at his friend's hand. He took a peek at the clock. "Will you help me downstairs for dinner?"
With a barking laugh, Álvaro stood up, threw the previously discarded shirt to the owner and nodded.
It was perfect.
word count: 761
rating: PG
warning(s): none
characters: Raúl Albiol, Álvaro Arbeloa
author's note: Is this because I need this? Because I'm wide open right now? Yeah. That's the reason why. (Note: A) I haven't forgotten my promised fics to you guys, I'm just negligent. - Also, I kept trying to type in Real Madrid but it came out as Raúl Madrid every time. I was a stickler for the accents this time.
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There was a sanctity, something no one could touch or taint or comprehend, between the two. They were more than friends, best friends, but not to some ridiculous relationship point. They didn't even mention it because it was... perfect. Little responsibility, much more reward, and still they could be happily married to Alicia and Carlota, respectively.
Raúl quickly learned about their connection, really learned about it, in South Africa. His first few days injured during training, that's when he first really learned about it. Alone in the hotel room, Raúl was slowly going out of his mind. Del Bosque had given him strict orders to stay in that confining room until he could move freely - properly.
Few things to amuse himself with aside from trying to decipher the shows on the television but even that grew tiresome. Picking up his phone from the bedside table, Raúl dialed up the the only friend he needed at the moment.
"Álvaro," he smiled. "You wanna come over? I'm bored. Don't call me an idiot, just come over to my room. Okay. See you soon." He hung up and fixed his bed half-heartedly as he began to sing songs Alicia would sing with the children.
A few minutes passed and he didn't bother with hobbling to the door after the first or second set of knocks so he shouted 'Come in' instead.
Álvaro grinned at him as he came in, his iPod and headphones hanging around his neck. "Hey, Chori, how was your day?" His tone was condescending but completely Espartano in nature.
"Only as good as it can get when I'm like this." Raúl shrugged and patted the space beside him for his friend. "Good training? Any new jokes from Pepe?" Álvaro shook his head as he flopped down onto the bed. He was practically on top of Chori but neither truly minded."No, all the same stuff he used to tell at Liverpool in English. They have a weird sense of humor." He popped an earbud in and offered the other to Raúl, who, as usual, accepted it. "Training kind of sucked without you, man. I mean, Sergio is fun and Carles is like a pushier, older you but it's still not you, y'know?"
"You miss me?" Raúl snorted but at the same time enjoyed the thought of somebody on the team missing him. "Well, being stuck in here isn't exactly first choice, especially all by myself, so I guess I can understand. Thanks. Who is this?" Looking at the iPod screen, Álvaro hummed with it. "Chayenne."
"I like this song." As it continued to play, they fell into a comfortable silence, resting back into the pillows of the hotel bed and relying on each other for some sort of heat to combat against the South African winter chill.
Half an hour passed with few words passed between the two - "Bleh, change it." "Your zipper is pressing into my side." "Bless you." - and slowly Raúl drifted into a light sleep. He did have a dream in the short time. He dreamt of playing against Germany, knocking them down a peg or two again. When he opened his eyes, noting that the music was still playing in his ear, he looked around to find that Álvaro wasn't with him anymore.
"Eh, I wonder if he went down to dinner." A quick glance at his clock told him no: there were still forty-five minutes until dinner. Raúl, singing along with the last song he heard, slipped out of his shirt, mainly because the room was stuffy now, and settled back into the pillows. He closed his eyes, letting himself drown in the songs pounding into his ears. The only thing that took him out of his world was a hand on his exposed stomach. "What the hell?" he grumbled as he wrenched the earphones out.
Álvaro looked up at him only for a moment before he turned his attention to the belly below his fingertips. He lightly traced the silvery scars, an almost reverent expression overcoming his face, and he sighed. "These from the car accident?" Raúl nodded. They didn't bother him anymore, the scars. A side of Álvaro's mouth slid up and he sighed a 'huh'. "Well. I never noticed there were so many. They're so small."
"Yeah," Raúl breathed, holding his stare at his friend's hand. He took a peek at the clock. "Will you help me downstairs for dinner?"
With a barking laugh, Álvaro stood up, threw the previously discarded shirt to the owner and nodded.
It was perfect.