Fic: One Night Only? (Part 2)
Title: One Night Only? (Part 2)
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva
Rating: PG
Summary: The morning after the night before. Villa is still kind of a jerk. Sorry.
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no proof that any of this happened.
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Part one can be found here:
http://spainawards2008.livejournal.com/1432.html#cutid1
As well as on Spain_de_futbol and Footballslash is you look a little.
Villa is still sort of a jerk in this part and if I'm honest not a lot happens becuase apparently when I right I can't just skip to the point. I like all the getting there and it just felt like things would be weird for a while.
You do get more Cesc, Iker, Sergio, Fernando and Xabi in here though.
Part 2
Villa was still asleep when Silva returned from the shower but had started to mumble in his sleep. Pulling his clothes on Silva silently slipped out. A million thoughts had run through his mind as he showered. Maybe he should wake Villa up and confess his love? No, that was a stupid idea. What if Villa had been so drunk he would have slept with anyone or it had just been for fun? If that was the case then Silva didn’t really want to know. Should he tell someone what happened? No, no, no. They weren’t in high school. Well, maybe Cesc and Sergio acted like it sometimes, Fernando too, but still it was best to just leave it alone. Things would work themselves out and Silva couldn’t really face any of it yet. Instead he focussed on numbing his headache with aspirin and searching out his team mates.
“You look like shit.” Iker had looked up from his newspaper as David entered for breakfast.
“Thanks,” he replied, his voice rough from the after effects of too much alcohol.
“You get David in bed no trouble?” Iker asked
“What!?” David’s eyes opened wide and for a second he felt like he was going to throw up, and not just because he was hungover.
“Did you get him to bed? He was so drunk last night I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d let him sleep in the elevator.”
“Oh,” Silva smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, yeah I got him er, in bed, no problem. I’m gunna get some breakfast.”
Iker shook his head and went back to his paper. “He is a weird boy.”
“Who is?”
“David and you know it’s very rude to eavesdrop Fernando.”
“You were talking loudly. I didn’t eavesdrop, I overheard.” Fernando had twisted round in his seat to look at the keeper who still hadn’t looked up again from his newspaper. Sergio was lying heavily on Fernando’s shoulder and groaned at the voices, which were a little too loud for his liking that morning.
Iker’s eyes scanned further down the paper even though there was nothing interesting in it.
Fernando turned back around with a pout as Silva joined his table. He wasn’t eager to sit with Iker in case he asked any more questions, however unlikely, about the other David.
Sergio opened one eye as he heard David sit down and raised a lazy hand in greeting. Silva shifted awkwardly in his chair. God, his body hurt. Training was really gunna kick his ass. He glanced around the room, surprised at how many players were already up and eating, or nearly eating anyway. Cesc was sitting at the next table, a bowl of cereal in front of him and the spoon lifted half way to his mouth as he giggled quietly.
“What’s he laughing at?” Silva asked Fernando.
The other player shrugged. “He’s been like that since we got here. Apparently there’s still quite a lot of alcohol in his system.”
“Aragones won’t be happy.”
“He won’t be happy with Villa either if he isn’t up soon.” Xabi had just turned up behind Silva, making him jump. “Was he awake when you left?”
“Not yet.”
“Maybe you should go wake him up so he can have some breakfast and be conscious enough to train.”
“Why me?” David looked up with a deer-in-headlights expression on his face. He couldn’t wake Villa up. He had already snuck out early to avoid any awkward conversations. Did Xabi have no idea how awkward it would be for Silva to go back up there? Damn Xabi.
“You’re his room mate. Besides he’s usually nicer to you so he might not kill you quite as much as he would if anyone else tries to wake him up.”
“Why can’t…” Silva’s eyes darted around the room “… Cesc! Why can’t Cesc go?”
Fernando snorted. “No one would love to kill Cesc more than David.”
Iker cleared his throat.
“Apart from you of course Iker.”
“Thank you.”
“Huh?” Cesc suddenly looked up. “Did someone say my name?”
“Delayed reaction,” Xabi laughed. “Did you actually drink that much?”
“I’m fine.” Cesc blinked hard and swayed a little in his seat. “What do you need me for?”
“You wanna go wake David up for us?”
Cesc’s eyes widened. “Erm… I, er…”
“Oh leave him alone,” Fernando sighed. “As funny as it would be to see him strangled to death I’m pretty sure we might need him on the team.”
Cesc smiled widely at the almost compliment.
“What’s up with you defending Cesc?” Sergio was looking more awake as he sat up in his seat.
Fernando shrugged. “I just don’t think anyone should be forced to face the wrath of the Villa that’s all.”
“The wrath of the who Fernando?” David Villa’s voice was all scratchy and his hair was sticking up in every direction but his tone was still enough to make blonde striker swallow look away.
“I was only kidding David. We were just seeing if someone should go and wake you.”
Villa grumbled something too quietly to hear though Fernando was fairly certain he caught “…I’ll show you wrath…” somewhere in there.
Silva stared hard at his breakfast. Villa clearly wasn’t in a good mood. Well of course he wasn’t, he was David Villa and he had just woken up, with a hangover no less. Silva had been right not to talk to him. No good could have come of it. Out the corner of his eye he saw the other David sit a few tables away. He remembered the previous morning when they had sat together and talked about so many pointless things Silva could barely remember them. He sighed quietly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Jesus!” Silva jumped. “You have ears like a bat.”
Fernando reached up one hand to his ears self-consciously. “I was just asking.”
“It’s nothing. Maybe we should go and get ready for training. I’m not hungry anymore.”
Fernando shrugged. “Ok let’s go. Come on Sergio.” He pulled the younger man up and kissed him gently on the cheek to pacify his grumpy expression. Their openly affectionate relationship was doing nothing to improve Silva’s mood. Would Villa be like that with him around the other players even if they did have something as close to a real relationship as two footballers could have? Maybe Fernando and Sergio were the exception. Maybe only they could get away with having almost a real relationship in front of their friends even if they still fooled around with other people and had public girlfriends.
As he approached the door, David attempted to casually look over his shoulder and his eyes locked for a second on the person he had been looking for. Villa had been watching him but as soon as their eyes met he turned away, to stare out the window and bite his bottom lip.
“Who you looking at?” Cesc piped up rather loudly as Silva pretended to turn away again.
“What? Shut up. No one.” Out the corner of his eye Silva could have sworn he saw Villa blush and he smiled a little despite himself. There must have been a little alcohol left in his system too.