Ficlet: Victor Valdes/Xavi, Gerard Pique/Bojan Krkić, PG-13
Title: Not for Prying Eyes
Pairing: Victor Valdes/Xavi, Gerard Pique/Bojan Krkić
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: no
Word Count: 573
Disclaimer: Not true. As simple as that.
Summary: Gerard sees something he most certainly shouldn't have seen.
Notes: Written for the prompt "Pique walking in on Xavi and Victor" on alldayfootiecp.
He didn't mean to spy. He really didn't. It was not in his nature. Curious as he was, prone to pranks and gossip… But not to this.
It was an accident; and really, it was all Bojan's fault. Bojan and his kinks. Bojan and his "oh, won't it be hot if you'll look for me Geri, it'll be like a hunt," and of course he couldn't refuse. Even when he knew he should.
Should. What he should have said when Bojan suggested it was something like "it's not a good idea to be running around Camp Nou looking for you. It's not a good idea to be fucking in Camp Nou, period." But when Bojan said it, he was high on adrenaline from the game, and he looked at Bojan, stepping teasingly away from him, sweating and smelling like sex he couldn't say any of those things. All he could say was… Well, he sort of nodded, really. And Bojan just took off, and he went looking for him, half hard and desperate to find him, pin him to the wall and have his way with him.
So no, he wasn't looking for that. But Bojan seemed to have vanished, and he wasn't so much running now as quietly opening doors he's barely even noticed before, hoping he'll at least surprise the boy and make it…well, extra good.
He doesn't surprise Bojan when he opens that door. He doesn't surprise anyone but himself, really. The two other people in the room are too wrapped up in each other to notice him when he quickly retreats but then decides to look. Just a quick look, because he's not sure he's seen it right.
But he's seen right. It is, indeed, Xavi, sitting on a table, legs spread and Victor between his thighs, sucking on Xavi's fingers slowly. Xavi - he's never thought, never would have believed that Xavi could have looked like this - had his eyes closed and was moaning quietly, so sensually that Gerard wasn't sure it was really him. And Victor. Sucking Xavi's fingers like they were his cock, sucking them like he couldn't get enough. But what really shocked him, what made him stay there and look, was the way Victor looked at Xavi. It was… he's never seen him looking at anyone so tenderly, with such love and devotion and lust. Hell, he's never seen anyone looking like that. It made him tremble. It made him realise that it was so much worse than walking in on someone having sex. It was…it was walking in on something so special, so intimate, that no matter how curious, he honestly wished he could have moved then.
Victor let go of Xavi's fingers and Xavi opened his eyes. Gerard was certain he'll notice him now - he was looking directly at him. But he was blind - blind to anyone but Victor, that much was clear when Victor leaned slowly towards Xavi and Xavi pulled him into a deep, hungry, desperate kiss.
It was only then, when Victor's hands tightened around Xavi's waist and they began grinding against each other, that Gerard could finally close the door and breathe again.
He was going to kill Bojan. It was all his fault.
Although maybe not, because he had a feeling that if there was ever someone he could look at with something even remotely resembling the love and adoration he saw in Victor's eyes, it was Bojan.