#03 Ends
Ends
Pairing: Iker Casillas/David Beckham
Raiting: PG
Disclaimer: not true, though they are rather sweet around each other
A/N: for prompt #03 Ends and the passage (you'll recognize it) though a little altered is from Dr Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham
“Would you still love me if I moved to Japan?” They were lying in Iker’s hammock, soaking up the dying rays of the Madrid sun.
“What?” The sheer absurdity of the question startled a laugh from the keeper.
“You wouldn’t love me if I moved to Japan?” David asked, eyebrows arched.
“Of course I’d still love you… why? Are you planning on getting transferred?”
“Maybe,” David’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “How about Russia?”
Iker heaved a sigh, “What about Russia?”
“If I transferred there!” David laughed.
“Yes, I’d still love you.”
“How about Egypt or India?”
Iker let out another martyred sigh, “Yes and yes.”
“Iceland!” David demanded.
“Do they even play football there?”
“Don’t be silly,” David tickled one of Iker’s well guarded ticklish spots till the keeper gasped out a “Yes!”
“What about Ecuador and Peru?”
“And Peru?” Iker asked, “So both at the same time?”
It was David’s turn to let out a long suffering sigh, “Iker.”
“Yes, yes, Ecuador and Peru and Colombia too, if you felt so inclined.”
“What if I moved to Barcelona?” Iker just scowled and David laughed, “Alright, maybe not, what about North America?”
Iker chuckled, “It’s a pretty big place, love.”
“Would it matter where I was?”
“Of course,” Iker joked, “I absolutely couldn’t love you if you were in the north.”
David laughed, “Ok, not the north then, what about Australia?”
“David, I would love you in a box, I would love you with a fox, I would love you with a mouse, I would love you in a house. I would love you here or there, I would love you anywhere.” Green Eggs and Ham was the book Iker was using to teach Romeo Spanish.
“But what if I was-”
Iker cut him off with another burst of prose, “On a train! In a tree! In a car! I will never let you be!” He chuckled the smiled indulgently, “Mi amor, I would love you if you moved to Antarctica to play footie with the penguins.”
Two weeks later David was gone. It took Iker a long while to realize that that conversation, as simple and as playful as it had been, was David’s way of saying goodbye, maybe even of asking permission of sorts. That night had been the end and Iker, poor stupid Iker, hadn’t even noticed.
Pairing: Iker Casillas/David Beckham
Raiting: PG
Disclaimer: not true, though they are rather sweet around each other
A/N: for prompt #03 Ends and the passage (you'll recognize it) though a little altered is from Dr Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham
“Would you still love me if I moved to Japan?” They were lying in Iker’s hammock, soaking up the dying rays of the Madrid sun.
“What?” The sheer absurdity of the question startled a laugh from the keeper.
“You wouldn’t love me if I moved to Japan?” David asked, eyebrows arched.
“Of course I’d still love you… why? Are you planning on getting transferred?”
“Maybe,” David’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “How about Russia?”
Iker heaved a sigh, “What about Russia?”
“If I transferred there!” David laughed.
“Yes, I’d still love you.”
“How about Egypt or India?”
Iker let out another martyred sigh, “Yes and yes.”
“Iceland!” David demanded.
“Do they even play football there?”
“Don’t be silly,” David tickled one of Iker’s well guarded ticklish spots till the keeper gasped out a “Yes!”
“What about Ecuador and Peru?”
“And Peru?” Iker asked, “So both at the same time?”
It was David’s turn to let out a long suffering sigh, “Iker.”
“Yes, yes, Ecuador and Peru and Colombia too, if you felt so inclined.”
“What if I moved to Barcelona?” Iker just scowled and David laughed, “Alright, maybe not, what about North America?”
Iker chuckled, “It’s a pretty big place, love.”
“Would it matter where I was?”
“Of course,” Iker joked, “I absolutely couldn’t love you if you were in the north.”
David laughed, “Ok, not the north then, what about Australia?”
“David, I would love you in a box, I would love you with a fox, I would love you with a mouse, I would love you in a house. I would love you here or there, I would love you anywhere.” Green Eggs and Ham was the book Iker was using to teach Romeo Spanish.
“But what if I was-”
Iker cut him off with another burst of prose, “On a train! In a tree! In a car! I will never let you be!” He chuckled the smiled indulgently, “Mi amor, I would love you if you moved to Antarctica to play footie with the penguins.”
Two weeks later David was gone. It took Iker a long while to realize that that conversation, as simple and as playful as it had been, was David’s way of saying goodbye, maybe even of asking permission of sorts. That night had been the end and Iker, poor stupid Iker, hadn’t even noticed.