interactive series chapter 2
title: on an impoverished course between invisible markers (chaper 2)
characters/pairings: eventually Cristiano/Mesut, (this chapter some Cristiano, Kaká friendship)
rating: altogether NC-17 (this chapter Gen)
word count: 504
series summary: Cristiano is a high-class escort who gets hired by Mesut Özil, a wealthy young playboy, who not so long ago accidentally on purpose got outed to the media by an ex-lover. Somehow the fire needs to be out out. This is where Cristiano comes into the picture.
first chapter and description of how I want to make this interactive
on an impoverished course between invisible markers
Ricardo’s flat is about half the size of those hotel rooms Cristiano’s used to, it’s constantly crammed and in all sorts of charming disarray and if Cristiano is honest with himself he would never be able to live in a place like this. He always feels too big, somehow inadequate, larger than life the second he walks through the front door. It’s not something Ricardo says, not even something tangible in the room, but the contrast always gives rise to some tightness in Cristiano’s chest.
He climbs over stacks of magazines scattered all over the floor and smiles to himself as he sees Ricardo snoring quietly on the couch. He looks peaceful, and that’s a good sign, but one look at the bottle of painkillers on the coffee table is enough to tell Cristiano that looks are deceptive. More are missing than should. Not by much, but still. A bad day.
He puts down the food he picked up from the restaurant down the street and leans carefully over his friend. He gently places his hand on Ricardo’s shoulder and whispers in his ear in a teasing voice:
“Rise and shine.”
Ricardo flinches ever so slightly and slowly opens his eyes. He’s groggy from sleep but a small smile spreads on his face when he sees Cristiano.
“Hey,” he says. Cristiano smiles back and kisses him on the cheek.
“How are you, darling?”
Ricardo grimaces and that says more than a thousand words. He’s usually so good at keeping a smile at all times. But the next moment he tries to mask his momentary slip by exaggerating the grimace and pushing Cristiano away gently.
“You stink of sex.”
Cristiano grins. He knows he doesn’t, always goes home to shower before he comes here, but doesn’t remind his friend. Instead he walks into the tiny kitchen to put the food on a plate. In the sink there are shards from a water glass Ricardo must have dropped - probably when the pain got too much. Cristiano clenches his fists but his voice is light and warm when he throws over his back:
“Hope you’re hungry. This smells fucking delicious.”
“I wish you wouldn’t always spend a fortune in that restaurant,” Ricardo says quietly. “Take away would be good enough.”
Cristiano snorts. “That’s not food. Besides, I can afford it.”
Only silence answers his statement. Ricardo has stopped commenting on his job a while ago - around the third round of chemo. Cristiano sighs but plasters a smile on his face and walks back into the room with the food. Ricardo raises a sceptical eyebrow when he sees the amount of food on the plate Cristiano puts on the table.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. And I’m not leaving until you’ve finished that.”
“Great,” Ricardo rolls his eyes. “You can sleep on the floor.”
Cristiano says nothing but pokes him in the side, which makes Ricardo smile genuinely. It’s the most beautiful sight. Cristiano only wishes he could see it more often.
characters/pairings: eventually Cristiano/Mesut, (this chapter some Cristiano, Kaká friendship)
rating: altogether NC-17 (this chapter Gen)
word count: 504
series summary: Cristiano is a high-class escort who gets hired by Mesut Özil, a wealthy young playboy, who not so long ago accidentally on purpose got outed to the media by an ex-lover. Somehow the fire needs to be out out. This is where Cristiano comes into the picture.
first chapter and description of how I want to make this interactive
on an impoverished course between invisible markers
Ricardo’s flat is about half the size of those hotel rooms Cristiano’s used to, it’s constantly crammed and in all sorts of charming disarray and if Cristiano is honest with himself he would never be able to live in a place like this. He always feels too big, somehow inadequate, larger than life the second he walks through the front door. It’s not something Ricardo says, not even something tangible in the room, but the contrast always gives rise to some tightness in Cristiano’s chest.
He climbs over stacks of magazines scattered all over the floor and smiles to himself as he sees Ricardo snoring quietly on the couch. He looks peaceful, and that’s a good sign, but one look at the bottle of painkillers on the coffee table is enough to tell Cristiano that looks are deceptive. More are missing than should. Not by much, but still. A bad day.
He puts down the food he picked up from the restaurant down the street and leans carefully over his friend. He gently places his hand on Ricardo’s shoulder and whispers in his ear in a teasing voice:
“Rise and shine.”
Ricardo flinches ever so slightly and slowly opens his eyes. He’s groggy from sleep but a small smile spreads on his face when he sees Cristiano.
“Hey,” he says. Cristiano smiles back and kisses him on the cheek.
“How are you, darling?”
Ricardo grimaces and that says more than a thousand words. He’s usually so good at keeping a smile at all times. But the next moment he tries to mask his momentary slip by exaggerating the grimace and pushing Cristiano away gently.
“You stink of sex.”
Cristiano grins. He knows he doesn’t, always goes home to shower before he comes here, but doesn’t remind his friend. Instead he walks into the tiny kitchen to put the food on a plate. In the sink there are shards from a water glass Ricardo must have dropped - probably when the pain got too much. Cristiano clenches his fists but his voice is light and warm when he throws over his back:
“Hope you’re hungry. This smells fucking delicious.”
“I wish you wouldn’t always spend a fortune in that restaurant,” Ricardo says quietly. “Take away would be good enough.”
Cristiano snorts. “That’s not food. Besides, I can afford it.”
Only silence answers his statement. Ricardo has stopped commenting on his job a while ago - around the third round of chemo. Cristiano sighs but plasters a smile on his face and walks back into the room with the food. Ricardo raises a sceptical eyebrow when he sees the amount of food on the plate Cristiano puts on the table.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. And I’m not leaving until you’ve finished that.”
“Great,” Ricardo rolls his eyes. “You can sleep on the floor.”
Cristiano says nothing but pokes him in the side, which makes Ricardo smile genuinely. It’s the most beautiful sight. Cristiano only wishes he could see it more often.