Fic: Empezar (2/2)
Title: Empezar (2/2)
Pairing: David Villa/Lionel Messi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,107
Disclaimer: Nothing written here is true at all.
Summary: In imperfect circumstances and after a tough week for David, Leo and David begin. Part 2 of 'Empezar', which was sort of written for this prompt at footballkink2.
Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.
But ... love is keeping the promise anyway.
--John Green
*
As they start on the short drive to David’s house, Leo alternates between staring at David and then out of the window in an attempt to cease his staring at the other man. David has to look forward most of the time to drive, but he reaches over and puts a hand on Leo’s thigh, like Leo had done just minutes earlier in the changing room. He squeezes lightly and doesn’t let go, and Leo covers his hand with his own in answer.
David signals and turns into his street, and then he’s pulling through the gate and into the driveway. When he kills the engine Leo licks his lips and puts a hand on the door.
“Wait,” David says. Leo stops and stares at him some more. David turns to face him and hesitates a little, watching Leo’s face.
“What?” Leo asks, thinking of earlier in the changing room, of that first precious kiss and then the few that had followed, the skin on his stomach still seeming to burn from David’s lips.
David pockets his keys and seems to struggle for words. “I, well, I don’t know. I don’t want to go inside without…” He takes a breath and is silent for a few seconds.
Leo knows the question, and he knows the answer--another kiss, this one as soft and measured as the first. He feels David melt into it. A hand finds the back of Leo’s head to pull him closer to deepen the kiss, but it’s still unhurried, slow.
“Yes,” David murmurs, when their lips part. He’s smiling at Leo. It’s a small smile, but one that’s full enough to carry the weight of a summer’s happiness. Leo’s heart feels light, afloat somewhere in his love for David.
With another kiss, Leo agrees with him, and then pulls back to look into David’s eyes again. “I think at some point the agenda changed from making whatever up to you,” he manages, thinking as straight as he can with nothing but David in his head.
“And it changed to making out?” David says, intentionally cheesy, his grin admitting that. Leo pushes him half-heartedly in the arm, more wanting to pull him close again.
David’s smile softens and he continues, more serious: “Maybe normal people would make out first, I don’t know. But humour me. If we’re going to do this-” He gestures, and Leo knew what he meant; “-I don’t know what you think, but…But I love you. I guess there’s no other way to say it.” A slightly sheepish smile, now, and pink that fades across the Asturian’s cheeks.
“I guess there isn’t,” Leo says, adoringly, part of him afraid at how in love he feels in these moments. “David, I love you. I’ve loved you, well, for a while, I guess.”
Something warm and pleasant flickers in David’s brown eyes. Leo watches him release his lower lip from his teeth. “Why?” David teases.
Leo laughs at the question, stumped: there were too many reasons, too many of them fluid and intangible, reasons that were sometimes just the sensations that looking at David and being with him sent through Leo’s body. “I don’t know,” he returns. He gets a break to think when David captures his mouth once more. “You’re the reason I love you.”
David laughs, maybe because it doesn’t make sense, maybe because it made all the sense in the world.
“I don’t know either,” David says, his hand lingering on Leo’s neck, his collar. “I don’t even know why we didn’t do this sooner.”
“Because it’s all kinds of forbidden?” Leo says half-jokingly.
“Forbidden?” Of course, the way David says it, it makes Leo think of other things. Suddenly, but inescapably, the mood between them is heavy again with want.
A kiss this time that is searing and insistent, the lust clawing itself beneath Leo’s skin, and he can feel the blood pooling between his legs in anticipation of the inevitable.
*
By the time they make it through the door, lock the door, and up to the bedroom Leo is already achingly hard. Watching Leo hungrily, David takes his clothes off with little ceremony; in any case it was something Leo saw everyday before and after training. He was used, even, to seeing David naked. But it was the end point of it this time-the knowledge of what they would do-that rendered him for the moment incapable of superfluous speech.
David pulls Leo close impatiently, probably because Leo still had most of his clothes on. David’s erection is obvious beneath his boxer-briefs and Leo is filled with the urge to touch him.
“Come on,” David says, lifting Leo’s shirt off over his head. “Just take your pants off, you know it’s never going to be pretty anyway.”
Leo laughs, because it was probably true, and does so. David wastes no time in claiming his mouth again. He doesn’t pay much attention to how they end up on the bed. Everything comes to him in moments: the feeling of David’s hand around both of them, the taste of David’s skin, the heat that flares through him at every sound and helpless movement he manages to extract from the other man. Leo buries his face against David’s neck, reaching blindly down as he came close. David’s hand is moving erratically now and Leo knows he’s close, too. Leo comes with a moan that he hides in David’s throat, spilling over his fingers, and it’s another few seconds before David joins him with a shuddering breath.
Leo shuts his eyes, stays where he is, pressed close to David’s body. He slides an arm over David’s chest, feeling it rise and fall with each slowing breath, and feels a blanket of warmth when he feels the weight David’s leg on his own, their limbs entwined.
David turns his head to smile faintly at Leo. “Would it be misleading for me to say I love you now?”
“Maybe,” Leo says. He smirks. “I love you.”
David laughs, and the fondness in his eyes takes Leo to another kind of high. “So what’s next, Messi?”
Leo gives him a baffled look. “More of the same, of course,” he says.
*
The sex was good. (There was no debating that; and there would hardly be any hiding the consequences, because Leo was sure he would be playing a little gingerly in training.) Yet Leo doesn’t have time to think about it too much, because when he wakes the next morning David is already up. David smells of soap and aftershave, and the tray in his hands of coffee and promises kept.