Stop Making it Harder for Me! Part 6
Title: Stop Making it Harder for Me!
Pairing: Alvaro Morata/Pablo Sarabia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yeah…you wish it was true…
AN: Thank you so much for the lovely comments, missalonso and maraiah12 !! You guys are great. I actually didn't mean for anyone to read that part until I posted this part, but you guys were already so enthusiastic about it! <3 u guys :)
This part was probably my favorite to write so far, and I hope you enjoy it!
They drove in silence, Pablo unsure of what to say to Alvaro and Alvaro seemingly content with silence. Pablo resigned himself to staring out the window and racking his brain for what he had done. He still couldn’t quite remember what it was, but for some reason he felt like it had something to do with Alvaro…
When they got to his apartment, Alvaro pulled into the parking lot and looked expectantly at Pablo. Inside, Pablo wanted desparately to ask what had happened, what he had done, but for some reason his mouth couldn’t form the words, and he was scared to hear what Alvaro would say. Instead, after a long awkward moment, Pablo mumbled his thanks and got out of the car and went up to his apartment.
In his apartment, he turned on the TV, but in reality he wasn’t watching. He continued to search his mind for answers. He had never so completely blacked out about something, and it was extremely frustrating. After an hour passed, he felt suddenly exhausted, and the headache seemed to be threatening again. Annoyed with himself, he took some aspirin and went to bed.
The question bothered him as he mulled it in his mind, lying in the dark, but soon the questions yielded into troubled sleep…
Whereever they were, it was really hot and bright. Noise was all around Pablo, and he was having a hard time breathing…Pablo didn’t know where he was, but he knew he was there with his teammates. His teammates were around him, cheering him on for something…he walked up to one who was sitting down and tapped his back. When the boy turned around, he realized it was Alvaro. Pablo was trapped by the big brown eyes as always... Suddenly, he wasn’t scared; suddenly, it didn’t matter, and Pablo leaned down and met the soft, warm lips with his own. Alvaro was kissing him back, gently. Next thing Pablo knew, they were alone, all alone, and Alvaro was kissing his neck, fingers slipping under his shirt and sliding up his chest, and Pablo was ready for it to happen, sick of this desperate want, sick of waiting, so ready for Alvaro just to take him and…
BEEP BEEP BEEP
The cruel alarm invaded his dreams and Pablo’s eyes flew open. He woke up, gasping as he was jolted by the reality that he was in his own bed, in his own room, alone. That wasn’t real, he told himself. Not…real… So why did it feel so real? Why did it feel like it really happened? He brushed the thought away and chided himself. He’d been dreaming of his teammate every night for the past year, maybe more, and it was finally getting to him. His dreams were really beginning to become real to him, he thought, shaking his head. This was not good. As he did every morning, he sealed his dreams in the back of his mind and swore not to think of him today.
This morning, he went through his morning routine quickly so he wouldn’t have time to stop and think about him. It only happened once that morning. Pablo liked neatness and order, and always cleaned his room in the mornings. As he straightened his blankets and picked up his clothes where he had tossed them on the floor the night before, he couldn’t help but imagine Alvaro’s clothes lying there instead of his own. He caught himself quickly before his mind got out of control and quickly finished straightening up his room before leaving for Castilla training grounds.
Today the boys were supposed to go and get all their gear if they had forgotten it, before their vacation started. When he got there, he took his duffel bag in to empty his locker, he was surprised to find Alvaro there already. Alvaro hated getting up early, and seeing him conscious and amiable before 8am on a day with no game was a rare occasion.
When he saw Alvaro, his dream from last night flashed through his mind again. It felt so real, like it had really happened. All he wanted to do was go over there and make it come true. But he was Pablo Sarabia…he was the kid that always kept his head, always thought before doing something. Leave it to Alvaro and Selu to be wild; he knew he was the predictable one, the one everyone depended on to be responsible. He never did anything without thinking for a long time first, and today was no different. Instead, he gulped and pushed away the fantasy and began to pull stuff out of his locker and toss in his duffle bag.
“Hellooooo,” Alvaro said very cheerily to Pablo. When Pablo just raised his eyebrows, he grinned. “What! No hello for me! I am offended.”
“Hello.” Pablo said sarcastically. “Why in the world are you so chipper? In fact, why are you even conscious, Mr. I-don’t-get-up-before-noon?”
“Because the season is over! And today is the last day I have to get up before noon!”
“That still doesn’t explain why you got here so early…”
“Joselu spent the night last night. We stayed up until 5am but he STILL made me get up this morning to get our stuff,” complained Alvaro.
Pablo’s heart lurched. He knew he was being ridiculous, but for some reason the idea of anyone else spending the night with Alvaro made him sick. Stop it! He told himself sternly. Just because Joselu spent the night with Alvaro doesn’t mean anything. He shook his head angrily at himself and turned away, unhappily throwing his stuff in his bag.
“Why the long face, Pablito? Did YOU wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Mr. I’m-better-than-you-because-I-always-get-up-before-noon?” teased Alvaro again.
Pablo bit his lip and turned around to face Alvaro. “Listen, Alvaro, just tell me, what happened the night before?”
Alvaro smirked. “You’re still worked up about that?”
“Yes! All the boys keep teasing me for something but won’t say what!” Pablo was just short of stamping his foot in frustration like a child now.
“You wanna know what happened?” Alvaro said, still smirking.
Pablo looked at him like he was stupid.
Alvaro took two steps forward and grabbed the back of Pablo’s head, leaned down, and met his lips, forcing his mouth open with his tongue. Is this real? Wait…did I really do this? Is he kidding? Is this real? Pablo’s mind was exploding as the shock, doubt, bliss, want, and fear collided.
Alvaro kissed him until he was suffocating and Alvaro had to let go. Breathing hard when he finally released him, Alvaro grinned widely.
"That's what happened."