Ficlet: David Villa/Lionel Messi, R
Title: Just Like Me
Pairing: David Villa/Lionel Messi
Rating: R
Warnings: no
Word Count: 378
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: Leo thinks there's something uncanny about the way David understands him so perfectly.
Notes: Written for the prompt "just like me" during commentporn weekend.
He wondered, sometimes, how could it possibly be that David knew him so damn well. How could he possibly understand exactly what he needed, even before Leo could understand it himself. How he knew when to push him and when to leave him be, when to hold him and when to push him against the wall and fuck him long and hard until he forgot what was it that he was so worried about.
He thought there was something strange, something unnatural about the way David learned to understand him so well so fast. But he did; from the very first time, from the very first touch, David seemed to know what he wanted, what he needed. David seemed to know what he really wanted, not what he said he wanted. Sometimes it seemed to Leo that David could read him all the way across the pitch, without even seeing his face. Sometimes, when David would take him to bed and tease him endlessly, mercilessly, until he writhed and moaned and begged and needed him so badly he was sure he'd explode unless David finally pushed his cock into him and fucked him as hard as possible, Leo thought there was nothing David didn't know about him. Sometimes, when he'd kiss David's fingers and hold him before he fell asleep, he wondered if it wasn't terribly frustrating to David that he couldn't understand him the same way David seemed to understand him.
Because it was terribly frustrating to him. He wished he could have known, just as easily, what David wanted. What David really needed, without having to ask. He wished he could have given it to him, freely, perfectly, just like David gave it to him. He wished… he wished he could look at him and just know.
"You always know the right thing to do," David whispered to him one night, panting and pulling him closer, his legs tightening around Leo as Leo fucked him harder and deeper.
"Me?" Leo stopped, surprised, "but it's always you who knows…"
David shook his head, "but there isn't much to know. You're just like me, Leo… Just like me."
Leo didn't think it was right at all, but somehow, as he thrust harder into David, it made perfect sense.