Fic: One Night Only? (Part 4)
Title: One Night Only? (Part 4)
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva
Rating: PG
Summary: So what is Fernando up to?
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no proof that any of this happened.
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PART 4
This entry comes to you courtesy of Valencia’s 3 - 2 win over Real Madrid.
OTDavheed indeed.
This part is seemingly much longer. Hope it’s ok.
Fernando and Silva made their way to the hotel room in silence. Silva’s eyes wandered up the hallway to where he knew his room was. Maybe he should make an excuse and leave. He could catch Villa coming out of the shower and... no! That would end up being embarassing and awkward without a doubt. Embarassment was following him around today.
Fernando held the door open for him just as Sergio emerged from the shower, hair still wet and wearing no shirt. “Hey David,” he smiled. Silva nodded his head in reply.
“You sure you don’t want to come with me?” Sergio had turned to Fernando, fingertips resting lightly on his hip.
“No, too tired. You have fun.” Fernando gave the other player a little kiss before passing him a shirt and sitting on his bed.
“Ok, well, I won’t be long.” Sergio was grinning as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and left the room without a backward glance.
Silva sat down on the bed opposite Fernando.
“You wanna use the shower? I’m gunna get some water.”
Silva shook his head. “I’m too exhausted to even shower right now. Can I have some water?” He turned to see Fernando already pulling two bottles out of the mini-bar. He took the bottle offered to him and sipped it in relief.
Fernando had chosen to lie back on his bed. Silva copied him, mostly so the striker couldn’t see his face. Avoiding Villa because of the potential awkwardness seemed almost pointless when Silva ended up just feeling awkward somewhere else.
“I saw you giving Villa a lap dance in training.”
Silva’s head shot up. “What?”
Fernando laughed. “I think he was enjoying it.”
I wish, Silva thought. “It was an accident.”
Fernando rolled his eyes even though Silva couldn’t see. “Yeah right.”
Silva swallowed. “It was. I wasn’t paying attention.”
Fernando turned his head to look at the younger man with narrowed eyes. “You ok? You didn’t drink that much but you seem kind of out of it today.”
“You insulting how I played today?”
“A little. Though mostly I’m just wondering if anything happened with you and Villa last night.”
Again Silva’s head shot up, eyes wide. His mouth gaped open, undecided between lying and telling the truth.
“I saw Villa groping you last night. I’ve seen him like that before y’know? I know the signs.” Silva’s stomach gave a violent twist at the memory of finding out about Villa and Fernando sleeping together. It had been obvious, the way Villa set his sights on the other striker, tackling him to the ground in celebrations, pulling him off the bench to dedicate his hat trick to him. Silva had been jealous in a way but he knew he had no claim to the other player. Villa could and would sleep with whoever he wanted and like many players he seemed to want Fernando. Fernando was obviously all too willing to comply.
Everyone had whispered about it. About how Villa always got what he wanted and how everyone wanted Fernando. It didn’t take long. Maybe Fernando was flattered by the sudden attention or maybe Villa had just managed to say and do the right thing. Silva had seen the both when he came back to his room a few nights earlier. He had been thankful not to walk in on them while they were still having sex since it could well have killed him. He saw Fernando’s messed up hair though, which was anxiously being pushed back into place and he noticed Villa straightening his own shirt. He pretended that he was innocently ignorant of what had obviously happened but soon everyone knew. Still, he had never talked about it with anyone.
Turning, he looked vaguely in Fernando’s direction and shrugged.
“Oh will you please just tell me?” Fernando sat up in exasperation.
“What are we in highschool? Why do you care so much?” You already have Sergio and almost anyone else you could want, he silently added.
Fernando put the full force of his puppy-dog-eyes into affect. “I just wanna know. You were acting weird all morning and Villa was in a bad mood. I just wanted to know if everything’s ok.”
Silva paused and then whispered, “Does anyone else know?”
Fernando shook his head. “No one has mentioned it. I think everyone was either too drunk or hungover to notice.”
Silva sighed. “Good. I don’t want everyone talking about it. It was nothing.”
“So why are you acting all weird? Why is Villa acting all weird? He’s done this kind of thing before.” Silva’s stomach twisted again. Feelings really didn’t seem to be worth having.
Silva shrugged. “I dunno. He was really drunk. He probably hardly remembers.”
Fernando’s eyes narrowed again. “Have you talked to him since it happened?”
Silva looked away and Fernando sighed.
“He was drunk,” Silva tried to explain. “He wasn’t awake when I left. It was awkward and he’s not exactly talking to me either so…”
“So nothing. He probably isn’t talking to you much cause he woke up and you weren’t there.”
“Like you’re an expert…” Silva shut up. Fernando probably was an expert in morning after talks but he still didn’t want to hear it. He was feeling more and more like a cornered animal. Just as he began to run excuses to leave through his head they were thankfully interrupted by a very Cesc-like scream.
“What the hell!?” Fernando pulled open the door and stuck his head out. Silva followed, glad of the distraction.
“Was that Cesc?” Xabi was already in the hallway.
“Probably,” Fernando gave a sigh. “I’ll put money on him crying over something stupid.”
Suddenly Cesc’s door flew open to reveal a fairly distraught Catalan.
“What happened?” Silva moved in front of Fernando for a better view.
“Your stupid boyfriend!” Cesc pointed his finger at a very uninterested looking Fernando.
“What about him?” More doors were opening to see what all the commotion was about.
“What the hell is going on?” Villa was stood next to Xabi, hands on hips and an expression on his face that clearly stated he had just been woken up.
“His stupid boyfriend.” Cesc pointed at Fernando again who leant forward over Silva whilst resting one hand on the smaller player’s shoulder. “Are you stuck on repeat?” he asked Cesc.
“My bed is full of mushrooms!” Cesc looked slightly like he would throw up as he said it.
“That’s gunna smell bad,” Xabi muttered. “Iker won’t be happy.”
“It’s not my fault!” Cesc exclaimed. “Sergio did it while I was in the shower.”
“How do you know it was him?”
“Because he said he would get me back for laughing at him in training. And because he’s pure evil.”
“Well you did laugh at him a lot.” Fernando pulled Silva closer into his body like a mini-shield, one hand still on his shoulder, the other almost curling round his waist. Feeling slightly uncomfortable at being manhandled and at being the only line of defence between Cesc and a smirking Fernando, Silva glanced around. Xabi was shaking his head and trying not to laugh whilst most of the others were retreating back to their rooms to rest again. Villa however was looking at Silva and Fernando from under hooded eyes. Silva’s eyes shot back down to the floor and he stood limply in Fernando’s grip. He wasn’t even sure who was mad at who anymore, but he was more than certain that he would have rather been anywhere else in the world.