Fic: One Night Only? (Part 5)
Title: One Night Only? (Part 5)
Pairing: David Villa/David Silva, Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos mentioned, Torres/Silva (?)
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: This is fictional. There is no proof that any of this happened.
Feedback: A lack of feedback leads to a lack of writing.
Ok so apparently I can’t go more than a few days without getting my writing fix. We are now up to part 5 and things are getting… well things are getting a little bit crazy.
Also I’m listening to the Spice Girls. Make of that what you will.
PART 5
Xabi, always the calm and collected one, finally stepped forward before Cesc could physically attack Fernando for winding him up.
“Look Cesc, how bout I help you get rid of the mushrooms ok?”
Cesc looked around with wide eyes. “Really?”
“Of course.” Xabi gently lay his hand on Cesc’s shoulder and turned him back to face his own room. “Then we can get Sergio to apologise.”
“We can’t just put something in his shampoo instead?” Cesc pouted.
Xabi laughed lightly. “I don’t really think that’ll help.”
Still mumbling under his breath the Catalan was directed back into his room to deal with the mushroom crisis, leaving only Fernando and the two Davids in the hallway.
Silva almost sighed out loud. Xabi should have awards for his peacemaking skills. Suddenly he felt Fernando’s hand resting across his chest. From his position with his back pressed against the striker’s chest he could feel the vibrations when he talked. “Well we can probably go now.” He began to pull Silva backwards into his room. “Don’t worry David, we’ll try to be quiet so you can go back to sleep.”
Silva only got a glance of Villa as the door closed behind him. He still looked angry.
Back inside the hotel room Fernando laughed happily.
“Did you know Sergio was going to do that?” Silva sat down on the bed.
“No, but I knew he would do something.” Fernando sat by the smaller player, loosely resting his arm around the other’s shoulders. “So what should we do now?”
Silva shrugged (which was sort of difficult to do when supporting a quite heavy arm) and bit his bottom lip in thought. Glancing up he noticed Fernando looking at him from under his eyelashes again. “W-what?”
Fernando’s smile was almost evil. “You wanna have some fun?”
Silva knew what he meant by ‘fun.’ He had heard through many a hotel wall what Fernando meant when he talked about ‘fun.’ Maybe some fun was what he needed. Maybe all the tension of the Euros was taking it’s toll on him. Add on top of that everything that had happened the night before and his constant worrying and maybe Fernando had the right idea.
Then again wouldn’t this make things even more awkward? Would Villa be mad at him? Surely not if he had slept with Fernando too. Silva threw around arguments for and against in his head until he felt Fernando’s hands cupping his face.
“Oh David,” Fernando laughed gently, “you really do think too much.” And with that he leant in to press a gentle kiss on the young player’s mouth. Silva felt his eyebrows raise momentarily before relaxing into the contact. At least his brain could slow down when he was kissing someone and Fernando seemed to know what he was doing. Maybe ‘fun’ wasn’t such a complicated thing after all.
Gently Fernando tilted Silva’s head back to deepen the kiss. Silva wasn’t arguing. He was enjoying the simplicity of it all. He was remembering how Fernando’s tongue felt and mentally comparing it to everyone else he had kissed. He was focussing on every part of their bodies that touched. Not just the obvious parts like mouths and hands (Fernando’s on the back of his neck and lower back whilst his clung to the other man’s waist) but also the parts he wasn’t usually aware of, like his knees, which were gently touching Fernando’s own and his toes which were curling and uncurling nervously.
Silva couldn’t help letting out a quiet moan as Fernando manoeuvred them both into a lying position, still kissing deeply. The striker’s lips curled into a smile on Silva’s own. Absently, he wondered if Fernando had smiled when he was kissing Villa. He wondered if it had been this slow and easy or more aggressive like his own experience. His body arched up under Fernando’s as if it had a mind of it’s own. Shirts suddenly felt like a great barrier between skin trying desperately to be closer to more skin. Silva’s hands had worked their way up and were pulling Fernando’s face closer in to his own, giving the striker his own chance to groan without noticing. Silva didn’t smile in reply, he simply scratched his nails along the back of Fernando’s neck. He had remembered doing something similar with Villa’s back the night before. The memory forced his body into an arched position again.
A sudden, loud knock at the door made both participants jump. It also made Silva bite hard on Fernando’s bottom lip.
“Ow! Fuck.” Fernando lifted a hand to his lip to check it wasn’t bleeding.
“Shit. Sorry Fer.” Silva raised a hand as well to gentle touch the older man’s swollen, but not bleeding, lip.
“It’s ok,” Fernando kissed Silva’s tentative fingers. “Just got a shock. Who the hell is interrupting us anyway?” He pulled himself up off the bed, quickly followed by Silva who desperately tried to straighten his clothes before Fernando wrenched the door open.
Villa was stood waiting for them with his hands pushed deep into his pockets and his shoulders hunched.
“What’s up?” Fernando smiled warmly.
“Some of us were going downstairs to get something to eat. I just wondered if you two were hungry.” Villa still hadn’t looked at Silva directly.
“Well...” Fernando scratched the back of his head. Silva noticed he had red scratches along his neck. Hopefully nobody else would notice them.
“Yeah we’ll come,” Silva smiled at Villa who, thankfully, smiled back.
Fernando turned with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m hungry.” Silva adopted his best look of innocence, the same one he usually used with referees who were trying to book him. Fernando smirked slightly. “Ok yeah we’ll come.”
Villa led the way silently down to where a few of the other players had already ordered.
Sergio and Cesc had been placed together in a clear attempt by Iker and Xabi, sitting opposite, to get the two of them to apologise to each other. It didn’t seem to be working too well since Sergio was flicking mushrooms onto Cesc’s plate whenever he looked away. In fact Sergio was so engrossed in what he was doing, he barely even noticed when Fernando sat down next to him. Silva was ushered into the seat opposite Fernando by Iker who immediately leant across and asked if he had recovered from the previous night’s antics.
“I don’t think falling onto your own players will help in the next match,” he joked.
Silva frowned. “I wasn’t the only one who made an idiot of myself.”
“No you weren’t and don’t worry, I’m making fun of everyone else too.”
“You’re an evil kind of captain.” Silva picked up his menu despite already knowing what he wanted to order. Stretching out his legs he realised that Fernando had already done the same thing and began to pull his own legs back. Clearly that wasn’t what Fernando had wanted and he hooked his own legs around the smaller man’s so that they were entangled from the knees down. Looking up, Silva spotted Fernando rubbing the back of his neck carefully. Fernando smirked when he noticed Silva watching. Silva’s stomach twisted just as Villa sat down next to him with a newspaper. There was only an inch or two between their arms. He could almost feel the body heat of the other man but his eyes were still focussed on the blonde striker. Their eyes were locked together, Fernando’s calm and confident, Silva sure that his own were at least a little scared but still excited at all the sudden tension around him.
The others were all talking around him but the words had become a background buzz as he stared into Fernando’s eyes, waiting to see who would look away first. That same smirk was still playing around Fernando’s lips as Silva felt his breathing speed up. Did Villa know what was going on? Had any of the others noticed? No wonder some people like fooling round in public places, he thought as the silent, no doubt obscene, conversation continued between his eyes and Fernando’s.
Silva almost jumped as Villa suddenly and loudly threw his newspaper onto an empty table. Leaning forward he asked, “Fernando can I have a word with you please?”
Fernando’s expression switched quickly, from constant practice, to one of complete innocence. “Of course.”
Villa stood quickly and began to move out of the room. Fernando followed with much lest haste and even turned to smile at Silva before he left the room