5 Times Cesc Fabregas Said I Love You
A/N: I'm baaaaack!! whew, I've been busy as... well... something that's really busy (not a bee though, lazy bastards). I'll get around to reading everything I missed out on soon-ish but for now here are some crappy ficlettes that I wrote on the plane ride lol
5 Times Cesc Fabregas Said I Love You
Pairing: Cesc/Iker, mentions on Iker/Becks
Rating: PG13?
Warnings: nadda
Disclaimer: not true, if they were to do this they'd (hopefully) be less cliche about it.
1.
They were celebrating their one year anniversary, dinner was finished and they were drinking wine on the couch. Cesc sitting cross legged facing a reclining Iker, they had lapsed into silence, Iker’s thumb rubbing slow circles on the younger man’s knee.
“I love you, Iker” Cesc was looking down at the hand that suddenly stilled and held his breath, it was the first time either one of them had said it.
Iker lifted the younger Spaniard’s chin and graced him with a fond smile, reaching to place both their glasses on the coffee table and pushing Cesc onto his back.
“And I,” Iker covered the midfielder with his body and placed careful bits and wet kisses on his neck. “Want you- need you- here… with me… for a long time.”
It wasn’t what he was expecting (or hoping for) but Cesc wasn’t about to argue with that and Iker’s lips descended to claim his own.
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2.
They’d broken the curse; La Selección and España were Campeones de la eurocopa. The whole of Spain was celebrating and none as hard as the heroes on the pitch. Tears and hugs and kisses and jumping and flags and tears and hugs and jumping and victory cries and tears and kisses and flags again. Everything was a blur of golden yellow and fiery red, Cesc didn’t even know whose arms he was in, who was jumping on his back, who he’d just let go of. But then for a moment Cesc was in his arms
“Te quiero!” Cesc yelled, because what else could he say at a time like that?
But Iker was gone in a second without a reply, Cesc didn’t even know if the keeper had heard him and the next time the midfielder located him, he was in the arms of David Villa.
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3.
“I love you.” Cesc gasped as he was roughly cupped through his jeans.
The keeper gave a feral grin and pushed him backwards onto the bed.
“Shut up and get naked, Fabregas.”
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4.
“Te quiero.”
Iker was heading back to Spain and due to scheduling conflicts they weren’t going to see each other for another month.
“I’ll miss you too, cariño.” Iker looked around the crowded airport and Cesc had to settle for the friendly pat on the shoulder the keeper gave him before turning to board his flight.
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5.
Cesc was in Madrid visiting Iker on a weekend off. Iker was preparing dinner and Cesc was sitting on the counter beside him, swinging his legs aimlessly.
“Iker?”
“Hmm?” The keeper didn’t look up from cutting vegetables.
“Iker.”
At the change in tone he turned to face Cesc, cupping the younger man’s face in one hand, “What’s wrong, querido?”
“I love you.”
Iker smiled and leaned down to kiss Cesc but the Catalan ducked away.
“Iker, I said I love you.”
“I heard, cariño.” The goalie smiled and leaned in again only to be evaded as Cesc hopped off the counter to face him standing.
“You can’t say it, can you?” Cesc accused. “You can’t tell me you love me!”
“Cesc.” Iker warned.
“And it’s not because you just can’t say it!” The young midfielder was having an epiphany. “It’s because… because…you don’t feel it.”
“Cesc, querido, I need you.” Iker tried to bring Cesc into his embrace.
“No! You say you want me and you need me and you love this about me and you love that but you can never say love me.” He seemed close to tears and the revelation. “You’ll never just love me.”
“Cesc,” Iker’s heart was breaking for the other man. “I’m so sorry.”
“No! No you’re not!” Cesc felt like his lungs weren’t expanding enough as he was wracked with deep sobs, felt like he couldn’t get enough air, felt like he was drowning.
Iker enfolded the shaking man in his arms and stroked his hair as Cesc gripped the front of his shirt tightly and sobbed into his chest.
“Why? Why?” Were the only discernable words that emerged between gasps for air and heart wrenching sobs.
“Cesc, I have no heart to give you, I’ve already given it away, there’s nothing left to give. But I didn’t lie when I said I needed you, because I do need you, cariño, I need to be near you and with you and have you near me and with me. I need it.”
“But you don’t love me.” Cesc cried, trying to burry deeper into the keeper’s embrace.
“I can’t, Cesc… I- I can’t.”
“But he left, Iker,” Cesc was spinning away, out of his arms. “He left you!”
“I know he did, querido, but that doesn’t change anything.”
“Yes it does!” Tears were still streaming down the Catalan’s face. “Yes it does! I’m here! And I love you and I’d never leave you like that!”
“Cesc…” Iker said sadly, taking a step towards him.
Cesc backed up, sobbing, until he ran into a corner and slumped to the floor, bringing his knees tightly to his chest as if to keep his heart from falling apart. Iker sat down beside him and drew the shaking midfielder into his lap.
“He left, he left.” Cesc murmured into his shoulder.
“I know, querido, I know.” Iker said sadly, stroking the younger Spaniard’s hair as he cried himself out. “I know.”
5 Times Cesc Fabregas Said I Love You
Pairing: Cesc/Iker, mentions on Iker/Becks
Rating: PG13?
Warnings: nadda
Disclaimer: not true, if they were to do this they'd (hopefully) be less cliche about it.
1.
They were celebrating their one year anniversary, dinner was finished and they were drinking wine on the couch. Cesc sitting cross legged facing a reclining Iker, they had lapsed into silence, Iker’s thumb rubbing slow circles on the younger man’s knee.
“I love you, Iker” Cesc was looking down at the hand that suddenly stilled and held his breath, it was the first time either one of them had said it.
Iker lifted the younger Spaniard’s chin and graced him with a fond smile, reaching to place both their glasses on the coffee table and pushing Cesc onto his back.
“And I,” Iker covered the midfielder with his body and placed careful bits and wet kisses on his neck. “Want you- need you- here… with me… for a long time.”
It wasn’t what he was expecting (or hoping for) but Cesc wasn’t about to argue with that and Iker’s lips descended to claim his own.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
2.
They’d broken the curse; La Selección and España were Campeones de la eurocopa. The whole of Spain was celebrating and none as hard as the heroes on the pitch. Tears and hugs and kisses and jumping and flags and tears and hugs and jumping and victory cries and tears and kisses and flags again. Everything was a blur of golden yellow and fiery red, Cesc didn’t even know whose arms he was in, who was jumping on his back, who he’d just let go of. But then for a moment Cesc was in his arms
“Te quiero!” Cesc yelled, because what else could he say at a time like that?
But Iker was gone in a second without a reply, Cesc didn’t even know if the keeper had heard him and the next time the midfielder located him, he was in the arms of David Villa.
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3.
“I love you.” Cesc gasped as he was roughly cupped through his jeans.
The keeper gave a feral grin and pushed him backwards onto the bed.
“Shut up and get naked, Fabregas.”
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4.
“Te quiero.”
Iker was heading back to Spain and due to scheduling conflicts they weren’t going to see each other for another month.
“I’ll miss you too, cariño.” Iker looked around the crowded airport and Cesc had to settle for the friendly pat on the shoulder the keeper gave him before turning to board his flight.
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5.
Cesc was in Madrid visiting Iker on a weekend off. Iker was preparing dinner and Cesc was sitting on the counter beside him, swinging his legs aimlessly.
“Iker?”
“Hmm?” The keeper didn’t look up from cutting vegetables.
“Iker.”
At the change in tone he turned to face Cesc, cupping the younger man’s face in one hand, “What’s wrong, querido?”
“I love you.”
Iker smiled and leaned down to kiss Cesc but the Catalan ducked away.
“Iker, I said I love you.”
“I heard, cariño.” The goalie smiled and leaned in again only to be evaded as Cesc hopped off the counter to face him standing.
“You can’t say it, can you?” Cesc accused. “You can’t tell me you love me!”
“Cesc.” Iker warned.
“And it’s not because you just can’t say it!” The young midfielder was having an epiphany. “It’s because… because…you don’t feel it.”
“Cesc, querido, I need you.” Iker tried to bring Cesc into his embrace.
“No! You say you want me and you need me and you love this about me and you love that but you can never say love me.” He seemed close to tears and the revelation. “You’ll never just love me.”
“Cesc,” Iker’s heart was breaking for the other man. “I’m so sorry.”
“No! No you’re not!” Cesc felt like his lungs weren’t expanding enough as he was wracked with deep sobs, felt like he couldn’t get enough air, felt like he was drowning.
Iker enfolded the shaking man in his arms and stroked his hair as Cesc gripped the front of his shirt tightly and sobbed into his chest.
“Why? Why?” Were the only discernable words that emerged between gasps for air and heart wrenching sobs.
“Cesc, I have no heart to give you, I’ve already given it away, there’s nothing left to give. But I didn’t lie when I said I needed you, because I do need you, cariño, I need to be near you and with you and have you near me and with me. I need it.”
“But you don’t love me.” Cesc cried, trying to burry deeper into the keeper’s embrace.
“I can’t, Cesc… I- I can’t.”
“But he left, Iker,” Cesc was spinning away, out of his arms. “He left you!”
“I know he did, querido, but that doesn’t change anything.”
“Yes it does!” Tears were still streaming down the Catalan’s face. “Yes it does! I’m here! And I love you and I’d never leave you like that!”
“Cesc…” Iker said sadly, taking a step towards him.
Cesc backed up, sobbing, until he ran into a corner and slumped to the floor, bringing his knees tightly to his chest as if to keep his heart from falling apart. Iker sat down beside him and drew the shaking midfielder into his lap.
“He left, he left.” Cesc murmured into his shoulder.
“I know, querido, I know.” Iker said sadly, stroking the younger Spaniard’s hair as he cried himself out. “I know.”