FIC: Weekend! post 1
My fic in its entirety.
Title: Weekends
Pairing: Fernando Torres x Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas x Cesc Fabregas
Rating: 18A
Disclaimer: Not true, boy sex, read at your own risk
Summary: Sergio and Fernando are best friends but now Fernando has moved and they live in different countries. Weekends are all they have.
He loved weekends, weekends meant trips to Liverpool or even better visitors from Liverpool. It had been almost two years since Fernando had moved away to the dreary country, two years of weekends and holidays. Fernando was a bright student, he deserved the best education he could get and if that meant moving to England than Sergio wasn’t going to stop him. No matter how much he wished his best friend was still in the same city as him. Monday through Friday he went through the week like normal, going to classes and football training. Come the weekend the real fun started. This weekend Fernando was flying in, flying to him to spend an entire weekend together.
When the coach signalled the end of practice Sergio practically danced to the dressing rooms. Quickly showering and getting all the sweat and grass out of his long locks. The entire time there was a grin on his face, his excitement at seeing Fernando again too great to contain.
“Busy weekend?” Iker, the team’s goalie, teased Sergio.
Sergio responded by tossing the older boy a sultry wink. His teammates enjoyed teasing him about his obvious excitement. Iker was always amazed by how worked up he would get weekend after weekend. He might complain that Sergio’s excitement was bothersome but in reality he found it amusing and much preferable to the pouting that would no doubt come if his weekend trips didn’t work out.
Sergio shoved his things into his kit bag, too excited to put anything in neatly. He checked his phone to see if he had gotten any messages during practice and found two waiting for him. One was from Fernando saying he was on the plane and the other from Miguel Torres, one of the team’s defenders. Considering Miguel had been at practice he didn’t know why he had messaged him. He opened the message and read what was written. ‘Watch out’ He had barely read the message before a heavy weight landed on his back knocking him forward some.
“What the...”
Sergio looked over his shoulder to see the smaller Spaniard clinging to his back like a monkey, a huge grin on his dark face. He tried to glare at Miguel but ended up laughing instead.
“Fer and I are going dancing tonight, wanna come?”
“I’ll check with Fernando when he gets here but maybe not tonight.”
“We’re not going until ten so that should give you guys plenty of time.”
Sergio felt a faint blush stain his cheeks but studiously ignored the implication. He shrugged Miguel off his back and picked up his bag.
“I’ll text you later, ok?”
Sergio was out the door without waiting for a response from the defender.
He stood among the crowd of people waiting at the arrival doors in the airport. There were a few different flights coming in at this time making the crowd larger but Sergio still had a clear view of the doors. He needed that view, wanting to cram in as many images of his friend as possible. His excitement was barley containable and he shifted from foot to foot, almost dancing on the spot. His fingers tapped against his thigh to a rhythm that was playing in his head as his eyes stayed trained on the doors.
People started filling out, a few random passengers then a group. Fernando wasn’t among them and Sergio continued to wait. Then there he was, Sergio heard his laugh before he saw him and idly wondered who he was talking with. None of that mattered the second he came into sight. His blond hair was slightly dishevelled from the trip but Sergio could tell he had tried to finger comb it into order. He was still incredibly pale, Liverpool overcast despite Madrid’s continuous sunny days. Even from a distance he could pick out the dusting of freckles that covered his lean body, his smile wide and earnest. Fernando had a black sports bag slung over his shoulder and everything about the image looked beautifully familiar.
“Sese!” Fernando called out when he caught sight of Sergio.
A huge smile broke out across his face as Fernando broke into a slight jog heading in his direction. The older boy came to a sudden stop in front of him and threw his arms around Sergio in an enthusiastic hug. Sergio laughed as Fernando squeezed him tightly his bag swinging around and the combined weight almost knocking him over.
“Hey Nando.” Sergio said lightly.
Fernando untangled himself from Sergio and pulled back to smile at the defender. With his chocolate eyes wide with excitement and a huge grin on his freckled face Fernando looked younger than his 19 years.
“I’ve missed you so much Sese. How was today’s practice? We had an extra training session after class but Pepe covered for me and Stevie said he’d train with me during lunch on Monday to make up for it. Oh guess who I ran into on the plane? Cesc! He’s meeting some friends for the weekend and he’s right here. Cesc, come see Sergio.”
Sergio laughed as Fernando finally stopped talking and took a deep breath. He looked around Fernando’s lean body and saw the Catalan lugging two big suitcases behind him. When Cesc saw him he dropped his bags and jumped on Sergio. Sergio was used to Fernando’s exuberant greetings but it had been awhile since he had seen Cesc and he was taken by surprise, the young Catalans weight knocking him to the ground.
“Sorry Sergio.” Cesc said sheepishly as he climbed off of him.
“It’s ok just give me some warning next time kid.”
Fernando reached down to help him up before moving to pick up one of Cesc’s suitcases. He lifted it easily and set it down before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. He turned it back on before slipping it back in.
“So what’s with all the suitcases Cesc? I thought you were only here for the weekend.”
“Oh I am but you never know what you might need and then well the second suitcase isn’t clothes.”
“What’s in it then? Your beauty products?”
“No unlike you Sergio I don’t own that many. They’re movies and all the Desperate Housewives seasons.”
Sergio and Fernando just stared at him before slowly turning to each other and bursting out laughing. Sergio bent over one hand clutching at his stomach and the other resting on Fernando’s shoulder. After a minute and a few deep breaths they calmed down much to a pouting Cesc’s relief.
“So Cescita do you need a lift anywhere?”
“Actually do you think you could bring me to Iker’s?”
“You’re going to Iker’s? He didn’t mention that.”
“Well he doesn’t exactly know that I’m in Madrid, I thought I might surprise him.”
“Oh really eh?”
Sergio smiled as the Catalan blushed but before he could press him further Fernando chimed in saying they should leave soon before Sergio ended up having to pay for an extra hour in parking. Cesc seemed to let out a sigh of relief and Sergio couldn’t help but smile at Fernando’s obvious peacekeeping. Grabbing one of Cesc’s suitcases he led the way out to where he was parked.
“Shotgun!” Cesc cried exuberantly.
“No fair, you can’t see the car yet so it doesn’t count.” Fernando countered.
“But I don’t know what car is his.”
Just then Sergio’s car came into view and he was just about to point it out when Fernando beat him to it.
“Shotgun. It’s the black one by the post.”
“Fernando that’s cheating.”
“It’s not my fault you called too early.”
“I could see it before.”
“No you couldn’t Cesc.”
“You should have told me what it looked like first.”
Sergio just rolled his eyes as the two friends continued to bicker over who got to sit up front. Personally he would prefer Fernando to be beside him but he also did have a rear-view mirror so he’d survive the short trip to Iker’s. Fernando and Cesc had actually stopped in the middle of the parking lot now, luckily there were no cars trying to leave at the moment but Sergio didn’t really want to waste more of his weekend in the airport parking lot.
“Francesc Fàbregas Soler, Fernando José Torres Sanz make a decision or you’ll both be in the back.”
Both boys immediately shut up and looked over at Sergio, they seemed to decide his threat was serious however and they shuffled mutely over to the car.
“You can have the front Cesc. I’ll move up after Iker’s.” Fernando said somewhat sullenly.
Cesc happily accepted and after stowing their bags in the trunk they all got in. Cesc chatted the whole way to Iker’s, happily talking about the school he attended in London and their football team. Every now and then Fernando would insert a comment or remark. Liverpool Academy, Fernando’s school, played against Arsenal Academy every now and then and the two boys would playfully insult each other and their performances in the last match. Cesc had been made captain that year as their previous captain had graduated.
“Maybe you should get some tips from Iker while you’re here.” Fernando suggested.
“Tips on what? It’s not like that with us.” Cesc stammered.
“I just meant that he might have tips since he captains our summer squad.” Fernando explained.
“Oh.”
Cesc had turned pretty red at this point and he quickly asked Sergio if they were close. Sergio laughed and informed the young Catalan that they were only a block or two away. A minute later they pulled up in front of modest sized house and Sergio popped the trunk. Cesc grabbed his bags and flashed them a smile before waving goodbye. Sergio waited until someone opened the door before driving away, he’d have to remember to ask Iker about it on Monday. One red light later he turned in his seat to look at Fernando. The Spaniard had been fiddling with the controls for the radio but looked up upon feeling Sergio’s gaze on him.
“Hey” he said softly.
“Hey” Fernando replied with a smile.
“How was your flight?”
“It was alright. The landing was a bit rough but we all made it safely.”
The light turned green and Sergio accelerated through the intersection. Fernando finally settled on a station that was playing some punk rock music and leaned back into his chair. Sergio smiled to himself as they spent the rest o the drive in a comfortable silence. Well other than the music that was. Every now and then he would shoot a sideways glance at his friend, take in the breathtaking profile and feeling his stomach twist with everything he could say and everything he dared not to. Sergio treasured these weekends too much to ruin them with rejection.
Sergio felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he turned off the car, he didn’t know why they were making a sudden appearance it wasn’t as if this was the first time Fernando had been to his place. He had lost count of how many weekends they had shared by now, they were best friends butterflies just didn’t belong in the equation. He offered Fernando a smile as he went around to the trunk to get the blonde’s bag. He shouldered the bag and shut the trunk turning to find Fernando right there. Startled by his proximity Sergio unwillingly took a step back, knocking into the car.
“Are you okay Sergi?” Fernando asked, concerned.
“Yeah, just took me by surprise.”
“Let me carry my bag.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t need to carry it, I can do it myself.” Fernando argued.
“You’re my guest Nando, let me do it.”
Fernando rolled his eyes but raised his hands in defeat. He slung an arm around him as they headed for the door. Sergio had a basement apartment in a slightly older house, it wasn’t that fancy but it suited his needs for now and he didn’t see the point in spending unnecessary money on a place right now. He always joked with Fernando that he spent all of his money on plane tickets to Liverpool. They went around to the side of the building and Sergio unlocked the door, reaching in to flick on a light he ushered Fernando in. Letting Fernando go first was a habit that Sergio had picked up and one he had come to appreciate. Sergio watched as the Liverpool player made his way down the stairs, admiring the way the muscles in his back shifted and stretched under the navy blue tee. Lithe muscles that promised power and strength. His eyes trailed further down to take in Fernando’s perfect bubble butt. Sergio loved his ass, it was so round and inviting and his hands itched to palm it.
Fernando walked down the familiar steps into Sergio’s apartment. He could navigate through this place with his eyes closed, Sergio’s place had always been a second home for him. Whether it was his parent’s place when they were younger or his place now, Fernando felt at home wherever Sergio was. He felt shivers reach down his back and the little hairs at the back of his neck stood up. Fernando could feel Sergio’s eyes hot on him. He didn’t remember when he had first noticed it but Fernando had long since discovered Sergio’s habit of perusing him from behind.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, hidden from Sergio and he pushed his ass out just a little more, swallowing a laugh when the defender stumbled a little.
“You okay, Sese?” he asked innocently.
“Missed a step.”
Fernando couldn’t help but notice that Sergio’s voice was a bit gruffer than normal. A rough undertone to his words that stirred his insides and heightened his pulse. He took in a much needed breath and made his way to Sergio’s room. Sergio’s bed filled most of the room, it was queen-sized and Fernando had always thought it was one of the most comfortable beds he’d ever laid on. He could just imagine lying on it cocooned in Sergio’s hard embrace, his own perfect heaven. Fernando let out a sigh for it was a heaven he had yet to experience.
Sergio dropped his bag on the daybed that was always set up for him while Fernando kicked his shoes off. He flopped onto Sergio’s bed and watched as the Sevillan carefully toed off his sneakers and lined them up with his other shoes. Sergio then hung his keys up on a peg by the inside of the door before turning to face Fernando. He leaned back against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest. There was a new shyness in his eyes that Fernando wasn’t used to seeing and he wondered if maybe the time had come when Sergio was finally going to make a move.
“Come lie with me Sese, I love your bed.” Fernando encouraged.
A shy smile broke out on the other boy’s face as he crossed the small distance to the bed. Fernando offered up his most charming smile and patted the space beside him. Sergio sat cautiously beside him but didn’t lie down, his eyes focused on the ring he was twisting nervously. A frown appeared on Fernando’s face as he realized Sergio still wasn’t ready to do anything. Well Fernando was tired of waiting and he had decided that this weekend was going to be the weekend that changed everything. And when Fernando set his mind to something it was damn near impossible to stop it from happening. He half tackled Sergio until they were both lying in a heap laughing like the boys they were.
“Hey.” Sergio half-protested, but he wore a huge smile.
“I said lie down not sit, don’t you know the difference? I always thought Real wasn’t all that is was cracked up to be.” Fernando teased.
Fernando watched as the indignant flame broke into Sergio’s beautiful eyes, his feathers ruffled over the insult. Then just as suddenly it disappeared and he let out a boisterous laugh and playfully shoved Fernando. This started them into a bit of roughhousing and they rolled around on the bed, pushing and shoving at each other until Fernando called out truce, trying to gasp for breath between laughs.
They ended up with Fernando’s head resting on Sergio’s chest and Fernando sighed happily when Sergio threaded his fingers through the bleached locks. He loved when people played with his hair and Sergio was always willing to indulge him, long fingers threading through silky hair while blunt fingernails scratched lightly at his scalp.
“mmm I missed you so much Sese, you’re the best at this.”
“Is that the only reason you missed me, because I play with your hair?”
Sergio was only teasing but Fernando couldn’t let the opportunity pass him by and he quickly rolled over on to his stomach, bracing himself on his forearms so he was looking down at Sergio.
“No. I missed you because you’re my best friend. Because you can always make me smile even when I am having the worst day. I missed you because I only feel completely at ease when I am with you. Because you are my beautiful gypsy boy and I love your beautiful smile and the way you say my name. I love that you insist on carrying my bags even though I could do it myself. I love that even though we’re miles apart you still haven’t changed.”
Sergio’s eyes widened in shock and Fernando watched as hundreds of emotions filtered through them, some too fast for him to decipher others shockingly clear. He saw the shock and the joy and then his heart ached as he saw the pain. A pain that darkened them and seemed to reach out and claw at Fernando’s heart. He had been wrong. Sergio didn’t love him, not like that and now Fernando feared he might have ruined things forever.
Sergio’s heart ached with the words Fernando spoke so freely. Words that made him hope all the while making him feel foolish. To Fernando, Sergio was his best friend. The shoulder to cry on when things aren’t going well. To Fernando, nothing had changed, they were still just best friends while Sergio had fallen deeper and deeper for the fresh-faced boy. When Sergio had joked about why Fernando missed him he hadn’t been expecting a serious answer and definitely not one that dashed his hopes.
Sergio had always feared that Fernando would one day say something that would do such a thing. In his nightmares however Fernando would laugh cruelly, mock Sergio for thinking he could love him like that. He had always thought that was the worst that could happen. He had been wrong. This was worse. This was teasing him, offering him what he might have been able to have but just wasn’t his. To have Fernando’s love but not have Fernando was an entire new hell.
“Sese? I’m sorry.”
Fernando’s voice was small, and as attuned as he was to the other boy, Sergio could hear the pain in it. Fernando must have realized how Sergio felt and to think that his feelings were causing Fernando more pain was almost more than he could bear. All this time he had thought he had been hiding his emotions well but clearly he had been mistaken. He would have to try harder, he would have to be the best friend and forget about anything else for he would rather suffer than cause this beautiful boy any pain.
“I’m sorry, I tried but I just can’t change the way I feel. Please don’t be mad. I can try harder. I don’t want to ruin things.”
Fernando’s voice had taken on a desperate plea and Sergio realized he had yet to say something. Fernando had been speaking and Sergio was still just lying there silent.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t?” Fernando asked quietly.
“Don’t try harder. I don’t want you to love me out of pity Fernando.”
“Pity?”
Sergio was surprised by the sudden edge in Fernando’s voice and he lifted his gaze to meet his. There was a spark of indignation in those warm eyes and a confusion that matched Sergio’s insides.
“What has pity got to do with anything? Weren’t you listening to me at all? I love you because you’re you. I love you, Sergio Ramos García.”
Sergio stared at Fernando in shock. Had he really just said what he thought he had said. Could Fernando really love him? Fernando let a smile cross his lips, cocking his head slightly to the side.
“What? Did you think you were the only one who could pull out the full names?” he teased.
“You love me?” Sergio asked.
“Well yeah, isn’t that what I’ve been saying? I am talking Spanish right? I didn’t slip into English or anything?”
“No, you’re speaking Spanish. I just... I mean I thought... you really do?”
Sergio’s heart was racing, maybe he had misunderstood it all. Fernando hadn’t meant as friends only. The hope was real and as Fernando smiled at him it grew, becoming uncontainable. Fernando loved him, this was something Sergio had only dreamed about and he was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that his wildest dream was coming true. Fernando seemed to understand this and he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Sergio’s. It wasn’t anything big, just a soft pressure and then it was gone. Fernando pulling back and offering an almost shy smile.
Sergio had been waiting for this for too long however and the chaste kiss wasn’t enough. He reached up and threaded his fingers back into that bleached hair, pulling Fernando down. Not having expected it Fernando slipped forward some and the two boys ended up bumping heads. A light blush stained Sergio’s cheeks as he looked up at Fernando sheepishly. Fernando laughed before moving to line their mouths up again. This time they met without problem, and with a little more pressure than the previous kiss.
Fernando’s lips glided across his own creating a hint of friction that had Sergio craving for more. He felt Fernando’s tongue peek out and smooth across his bottom lip and instinctively opened his mouth to him. Fernando pressed into his mouth, almost shyly at first and Sergio sucked on it lightly in encouragement. Sergio could sense Fernando’s shyness battling with his desire and he was reminded of the boy’s different personalities.
On the pitch Fernando was a warrior, he went after what he wanted with everything he had and didn’t hold back. On the pitch Fernando was fearsome. However once he left the pitch Fernando was just a shy teenage boy, a bit of a nerd. Off the pitch Fernando was courteous and docile, a completely different person. Right now it was as if Football Fernando was competing with Everyday Fernando to break free. For some reason this thought sent shivers down Sergio’s spine. The idea that Fernando could be so focused and determined to have him made him pliant under his needy touch.
Eventually they pulled apart, oxygen having become a necessity and they laid on their sides gazing at each other. Sergio reached forward to brush bleached locks out of the striker’s face, an action he had done thousands of times before but never had felt so intimate as now. He stared into the endless chocolate pools and was thrilled to read happiness and calm mixed in with pure adoration and love.
“What did you want to do tonight?”Sergio asked softly.
Fernando shrugged his shoulder in response and Sergio suddenly recalled Miguel’s invitation.
“Miguel and Fernando Gago were going out dancing and invited us.”
“Dancing? Sure, that could be fun.”
Sergio would have been just as content to stay lying in bed for the rest of the weekend but as always would give Fernando whatever he wanted. Besides Fernando carried his natural grace on to the dance floor and Sergio loved watching him move. Not to mention that this time he would be allowed to dance with him, to let his hands rest on those slender hips, to feel the music pulsating between them.
“Sergio?”
Startled Sergio realized he had drifted into a little daydream not hearing Fernando calling his name.
“Yeah?”
“I said is that okay with you? Because we don’t have to go.”
Sergio smiled softly at the other boy, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his freckled forehead.
“No, I think dancing will be fun.”
Sergio stared into his closet at the multitude of shirts that were hanging there, trying to decide which one to wear tonight. He already had on one of his favourite pairs of jeans, they had been expensive but worth it. The denim clung to his legs and rested low on his hips, showing off his well toned body. He was just about to grab a white button-up shirt when some off-tune singing reached his ears. Sergio pulled out the shirt and dropped it on to his bed, not bothering to put it on. He moved out into the hallway, drawn towards the singing.
He didn’t recognize the song Fernando was singing. The words meaningless to him and the tune too butchered to be recognizable. Sergio leaned against the wall across from the bathroom and tried to hear the words over the sound of the shower.
“Ya nada volverá a ser como antes. Ya nunca dejaré que nada cambie.”
Suddenly Fernando switched to humming, a word or two coming out now and then and Sergio laughed as he realized the other boy didn’t even know all the lyrics. He could just imagine the little furrow between Fernando’s brow as he tried to remember the missing lyrics. His bleached hair darkened by water and clinging to his freckled cheeks. Water coursing down that pale skin, over lithe muscles and soft flesh. A strained groan escaped through his teeth and his favourite jeans were suddenly a bit tighter. He had always had an active imagination but right now it was going a bit stronger than he needed.
He was still leaning against the wall when the bathroom door opened. Fernando stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp and clung to his cheeks and forehead, his skin slightly pink from the heat. Chocolate and caramel eyes widened in surprise to see Sergio leaning there.
“Oh, did you need the bathroom Sese? Sorry for taking so long.”
Fernando’s bottom lip slipped between his teeth, an action that showed Sergio he was sincerely apologetic. If he had been thinking clearly he would have laughed lightly and told the other boy not to worry so much, but he wasn’t. His head was thick with fantasies and the steam escaping from the room. Sergio surged forward, pressing Fernando into the door frame with his body. Fernando’s body was soft and warm beneath him and Sergio just pressed forward harder, his lips crashing down on Fernando’s, extracting that full bottom lip out from between his teeth.
His tongue delved into Fernando’s mouth, pushing in and tasting that special fusion of intricate flavours that was pure Fernando. Sergio’s hands were ghosting over any exposed skin he could reach. It was supple under his touch and he could feel the tremors of shivers running along Fernando’s skin. Hips pushed against hips as they ground their erections together, creating as much friction as they could. Sergio ground into Fernando shamelessly getting off on the friction they were creating. Fernando was panting against his neck, his breath hot and moist on Sergio’s skin and it only made Sergio come faster, the crotch of his jeans darkening with his spilled cum. Fernando came soon after, spurting thick streams of white on the towel and Sergio’s jeans.
“I think I need to shower again” Fernando breathed against Sergio’s flushed neck.
Fernando sat on a bar stool with his back to the bar. He held a drink in his hand but his eyes were on the dance floor. He easily picked out Sergio, his long hair loose around his face, a few sweaty strands sticking to his cheeks and neck. Sergio’s argentine teammate pushed a few of those strands away and jealousy surged within Fernando. He stayed where he was, deliberately taking a sip of his drink, a mojito. Sergio had ordered them some but personally Fernando found the mint a bit too strong for his liking. But they were Sergio’s favourite so he drank it anyway.
He placed the empty glass on the bar behind him and when he looked back Sergio’s eyes were on him. The other boy offered him a breathtaking smile and Fernando couldn’t help but lower his eyelashes in response. The hallway scene had for some reason made him feel a bit more shy. When he had been back in the bathroom cleaning himself off and the lust had faded he had realized how wanton he had been. How easily and desperately he had succumbed to Sergio’s touch. Fernando was no virgin but he was definitely no slut. Everything with Sergio seemed to be happening so fast. After all it was only earlier this afternoon that they had admitted their feelings for each other. They had admitted their feelings but that was it. Were they going out now? Was it more than that? Fernando just didn’t know where they stood now.
“Hey.”
Fernando looked up to see Sergio standing in front of him, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and a slight sheen of sweat covering his forehead and exposed chest. The club was rather crowded but the way Sergio smiled at him made Fernando feel like they were alone in the universe. His sudden shyness seemed pointless now. This was Sergio. The boy he had loved for as long as he could remember. Nothing else mattered, certainly not something as useless as the title of boyfriend.
“You looked good out there.” Fernando said with a smile.
He reached up to push a few stands of that silken hair behind his ear, long fingers brushing the velvet skin. Sergio’s smile widened and he bent his head to chase a kiss across Fernando’s lips.
“Mmm, minty. Let’s dance.”
Fernando laughed lightly and let himself be pulled out on to the dance floor. Sergio dropped his hand and started to move to the music, his hips swinging in a subtle seduction to the heady beat that pulsed through the room. Fernando let the music flow through him, feeling the beat thump in his chest and the song thrum through his veins, giving himself up to the music and letting it move him.
Song after song played, one flowing seamlessly into the next and each vibrating beat seemed to draw the two boys closer together. At first it was just hips being pulled toward the other, then fingers were grazing and heated looks were exchanged. As the space between them diminished Fernando found himself falling deeper in Sergio’s eyes. Drowning in a sea of chocolate, reading that old soul and basking in the love that was surely reflected in his own eyes.
Fernando’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening to look into dark brown eyes. Too dark to be Sergio. Startled he realized Miguel Torres had worked himself in between the two of them and was now smiling at Fernando with an amused yet flirtatious grin. Fernando laughed but smiled back at the other Spaniard anyways. Miguel leaned closer so his breath ghosted over Fernando’s cheek.
“It’s about time you got out here.”
Fernando just shrugged, continuing to move to the music.
“Hey Torres!”
Both Miguel and Fernando turned to look at Sergio who had stopped moving and now had one hand on his hip, his expression positively possessive. Fernando couldn’t help but swallow thickly and widen his eyes in innocence. Sergio caught the look and his features immediately softened.
“Not you Nando.”
Fernando smiled and noticed from the corner of his eye how Miguel glanced over his shoulder nervously.
“Miguel, you’ve got your own Fernando so keep your hands off mine.” Sergio growled.
The possessive nature of his statement made Fernando’s blood burn and his cheeks flush. He didn’t know whether to bury his head in Sergio’s shoulder or to ravage that seductive mouth right now. In the end he buried his head in Sergio’s neck, nuzzling at the slick skin and inhaling the musk that was Sergio and Sergio only.
It was all too soon before Fernando was once again sitting on a plane, only this time on his way back to Liverpool. Fernando loved it in Liverpool, he went to a great school which had a wonderful football team and he had god friends in the city. Some days none of that seemed to matter though because as great as it was Sergio wasn’t there to share it with. He stared out the window as Madrid disappeared below him, he stared until he couldn’t even see a blur of land anymore and only then did he rest his head back against the seat.
Cars were pulling in and pulling out around him but Sergio didn’t move. He had parked in an outdoor parking lot and was resting on the hood of his car. He didn’t care that the longer he sat the more he was going to have to pay, none of that mattered because Fernando, his beautiful, glowing Fernando was gone. He stayed on the hood of his car until the plane he knew was Fernando’s was out of sight, nothing left but a trail in the sky. With a sigh he heaved himself up off the car and walked around to his door, the small car suddenly seemed large and empty and he found himself turning the music up to fill the silence.
Several minutes later he pulled up to a grocery store, turning off the car and climbing out. He didn’t really feel like being out, he’d rather go home and curl into his bed that still held Fernando’s scent but he needed groceries. This weekend had been one of the most memorable weekends of his life and yet just looking at what had happened it wasn’t all that remarkable. After Friday’s dancing they had spent the majority of the weekend burrowed away in Sergio’s place. They had spent hours, cuddled under the covers just talking, talking about everything and anything that popped into their heads.
Sergio was looking at the apples when his cell phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked to see who was calling. It was Iker.
“Hey Iker.”
“Hey gypsy, what are you up to?”
“At the grocery store.”
“Well when you’re done come over, ok?”
“I don’t know Iker...”
“Come on, I’m lonely. I never get to see you on the weekends.”
“Fine, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Good, see you then.”
“Bye.”
When Sergio slid the phone back into his pocket there was a small smile on his lips. The pain in his chest had lessened slightly and he was reminded of how he got through from weekend to weekend. Iker might tease that he never got to see him on weekends but Sergio had spent many Sunday evenings on Iker’s couch, the older man offering comfort as Sergio once again mourned Fernando’s departure.
Sergio was stretched across Iker’s couch, his head on a cushion on Iker’s lap. There was music coming from Iker’ sound system, softly filling the room with it’s comforting sounds. For the moment they were just enjoying the music, neither feeling the need to speak. Iker had always been extremely comforting to Sergio, he treated him as if he was something precious that needed to be taken care of. Sergio had never really thought to much of the why, he had simply appreciated the company. Now thinking of Cesc he thought maybe Iker knew how he felt a little more personally than he had guessed.
“Want a drink?” Iker asked, drawing Sergio out of his musings.
Sergio nodded and then sat up so Iker could get off the couch. While Iker was rummaging in his fridge Sergio moved to the CD player and Iker’s stack of CDs. The keeper had a wide variety of music. He scanned through the stacks, bypassing Debussy, Bruce Springsteen, and several others. Finally his eyes landed on one and an idea formed in his head. He glanced quickly over to the kitchen entrance but Iker was still out of site. Snatching the CD he popped open the player and placed the newly selected CD into one of them empty trays. Iker came back into the room carrying two beers and a bowl of popcorn just as he slid the tray back into place.
Sergio’s eyes were on Iker and so he noticed his reaction. The second those first few beats came through his hand tightened around the beer he was holding. His eyes were transfixed on the CD player but as far as Sergio could tell he wasn’t seeing it. Just then the vocals started.
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
The second he saw Iker’s eyes he knew he had done the wrong thing. He fumbled to turn it off, accidentally turning it up before he finally got it off. The following silence was deafening and Sergio felt small and insecure. Iker’s eyes had gotten impossibly dark, his knuckles white as he clutched the beer bottle with so much force Sergio feared it might break. He hurried across the room to his friend, tentatively touching his wrist.
“I’m so sorry Iker. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I shouldn’t have.”
Iker blinked a few times and then turned to look at Sergio almost startled to see him standing there. He let Sergio take the beer out of his hand and pull him down on to the couch. Sergio continued to slowly, tentatively stroke Iker’s wrist, watching as the pain faded from his eyes and was intensely relieved when it was replaced with the slightest chagrin. Iker had always been shy about his emotions.
“How long?” Sergio asked softly.
“Last summer.”
“Why didn’t you say something? All this time I’ve been going on about Fernando and you’ve been suffering too.”
“It’s not your pain to suffer Sese.”
“But you take mine.”
“I couldn’t not. I hate to see you suffer. Besides you coming over helped me too you know.”
Iker dipped his head and pressed a kiss to Sergio’s forehead. His lips were cool against his skin and Sergio let his eyes flutter close.
“Why does love hurt so much?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Sese. I just don’t know.”
Title: Weekends
Pairing: Fernando Torres x Sergio Ramos, Iker Casillas x Cesc Fabregas
Rating: 18A
Disclaimer: Not true, boy sex, read at your own risk
Summary: Sergio and Fernando are best friends but now Fernando has moved and they live in different countries. Weekends are all they have.
He loved weekends, weekends meant trips to Liverpool or even better visitors from Liverpool. It had been almost two years since Fernando had moved away to the dreary country, two years of weekends and holidays. Fernando was a bright student, he deserved the best education he could get and if that meant moving to England than Sergio wasn’t going to stop him. No matter how much he wished his best friend was still in the same city as him. Monday through Friday he went through the week like normal, going to classes and football training. Come the weekend the real fun started. This weekend Fernando was flying in, flying to him to spend an entire weekend together.
When the coach signalled the end of practice Sergio practically danced to the dressing rooms. Quickly showering and getting all the sweat and grass out of his long locks. The entire time there was a grin on his face, his excitement at seeing Fernando again too great to contain.
“Busy weekend?” Iker, the team’s goalie, teased Sergio.
Sergio responded by tossing the older boy a sultry wink. His teammates enjoyed teasing him about his obvious excitement. Iker was always amazed by how worked up he would get weekend after weekend. He might complain that Sergio’s excitement was bothersome but in reality he found it amusing and much preferable to the pouting that would no doubt come if his weekend trips didn’t work out.
Sergio shoved his things into his kit bag, too excited to put anything in neatly. He checked his phone to see if he had gotten any messages during practice and found two waiting for him. One was from Fernando saying he was on the plane and the other from Miguel Torres, one of the team’s defenders. Considering Miguel had been at practice he didn’t know why he had messaged him. He opened the message and read what was written. ‘Watch out’ He had barely read the message before a heavy weight landed on his back knocking him forward some.
“What the...”
Sergio looked over his shoulder to see the smaller Spaniard clinging to his back like a monkey, a huge grin on his dark face. He tried to glare at Miguel but ended up laughing instead.
“Fer and I are going dancing tonight, wanna come?”
“I’ll check with Fernando when he gets here but maybe not tonight.”
“We’re not going until ten so that should give you guys plenty of time.”
Sergio felt a faint blush stain his cheeks but studiously ignored the implication. He shrugged Miguel off his back and picked up his bag.
“I’ll text you later, ok?”
Sergio was out the door without waiting for a response from the defender.
He stood among the crowd of people waiting at the arrival doors in the airport. There were a few different flights coming in at this time making the crowd larger but Sergio still had a clear view of the doors. He needed that view, wanting to cram in as many images of his friend as possible. His excitement was barley containable and he shifted from foot to foot, almost dancing on the spot. His fingers tapped against his thigh to a rhythm that was playing in his head as his eyes stayed trained on the doors.
People started filling out, a few random passengers then a group. Fernando wasn’t among them and Sergio continued to wait. Then there he was, Sergio heard his laugh before he saw him and idly wondered who he was talking with. None of that mattered the second he came into sight. His blond hair was slightly dishevelled from the trip but Sergio could tell he had tried to finger comb it into order. He was still incredibly pale, Liverpool overcast despite Madrid’s continuous sunny days. Even from a distance he could pick out the dusting of freckles that covered his lean body, his smile wide and earnest. Fernando had a black sports bag slung over his shoulder and everything about the image looked beautifully familiar.
“Sese!” Fernando called out when he caught sight of Sergio.
A huge smile broke out across his face as Fernando broke into a slight jog heading in his direction. The older boy came to a sudden stop in front of him and threw his arms around Sergio in an enthusiastic hug. Sergio laughed as Fernando squeezed him tightly his bag swinging around and the combined weight almost knocking him over.
“Hey Nando.” Sergio said lightly.
Fernando untangled himself from Sergio and pulled back to smile at the defender. With his chocolate eyes wide with excitement and a huge grin on his freckled face Fernando looked younger than his 19 years.
“I’ve missed you so much Sese. How was today’s practice? We had an extra training session after class but Pepe covered for me and Stevie said he’d train with me during lunch on Monday to make up for it. Oh guess who I ran into on the plane? Cesc! He’s meeting some friends for the weekend and he’s right here. Cesc, come see Sergio.”
Sergio laughed as Fernando finally stopped talking and took a deep breath. He looked around Fernando’s lean body and saw the Catalan lugging two big suitcases behind him. When Cesc saw him he dropped his bags and jumped on Sergio. Sergio was used to Fernando’s exuberant greetings but it had been awhile since he had seen Cesc and he was taken by surprise, the young Catalans weight knocking him to the ground.
“Sorry Sergio.” Cesc said sheepishly as he climbed off of him.
“It’s ok just give me some warning next time kid.”
Fernando reached down to help him up before moving to pick up one of Cesc’s suitcases. He lifted it easily and set it down before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. He turned it back on before slipping it back in.
“So what’s with all the suitcases Cesc? I thought you were only here for the weekend.”
“Oh I am but you never know what you might need and then well the second suitcase isn’t clothes.”
“What’s in it then? Your beauty products?”
“No unlike you Sergio I don’t own that many. They’re movies and all the Desperate Housewives seasons.”
Sergio and Fernando just stared at him before slowly turning to each other and bursting out laughing. Sergio bent over one hand clutching at his stomach and the other resting on Fernando’s shoulder. After a minute and a few deep breaths they calmed down much to a pouting Cesc’s relief.
“So Cescita do you need a lift anywhere?”
“Actually do you think you could bring me to Iker’s?”
“You’re going to Iker’s? He didn’t mention that.”
“Well he doesn’t exactly know that I’m in Madrid, I thought I might surprise him.”
“Oh really eh?”
Sergio smiled as the Catalan blushed but before he could press him further Fernando chimed in saying they should leave soon before Sergio ended up having to pay for an extra hour in parking. Cesc seemed to let out a sigh of relief and Sergio couldn’t help but smile at Fernando’s obvious peacekeeping. Grabbing one of Cesc’s suitcases he led the way out to where he was parked.
“Shotgun!” Cesc cried exuberantly.
“No fair, you can’t see the car yet so it doesn’t count.” Fernando countered.
“But I don’t know what car is his.”
Just then Sergio’s car came into view and he was just about to point it out when Fernando beat him to it.
“Shotgun. It’s the black one by the post.”
“Fernando that’s cheating.”
“It’s not my fault you called too early.”
“I could see it before.”
“No you couldn’t Cesc.”
“You should have told me what it looked like first.”
Sergio just rolled his eyes as the two friends continued to bicker over who got to sit up front. Personally he would prefer Fernando to be beside him but he also did have a rear-view mirror so he’d survive the short trip to Iker’s. Fernando and Cesc had actually stopped in the middle of the parking lot now, luckily there were no cars trying to leave at the moment but Sergio didn’t really want to waste more of his weekend in the airport parking lot.
“Francesc Fàbregas Soler, Fernando José Torres Sanz make a decision or you’ll both be in the back.”
Both boys immediately shut up and looked over at Sergio, they seemed to decide his threat was serious however and they shuffled mutely over to the car.
“You can have the front Cesc. I’ll move up after Iker’s.” Fernando said somewhat sullenly.
Cesc happily accepted and after stowing their bags in the trunk they all got in. Cesc chatted the whole way to Iker’s, happily talking about the school he attended in London and their football team. Every now and then Fernando would insert a comment or remark. Liverpool Academy, Fernando’s school, played against Arsenal Academy every now and then and the two boys would playfully insult each other and their performances in the last match. Cesc had been made captain that year as their previous captain had graduated.
“Maybe you should get some tips from Iker while you’re here.” Fernando suggested.
“Tips on what? It’s not like that with us.” Cesc stammered.
“I just meant that he might have tips since he captains our summer squad.” Fernando explained.
“Oh.”
Cesc had turned pretty red at this point and he quickly asked Sergio if they were close. Sergio laughed and informed the young Catalan that they were only a block or two away. A minute later they pulled up in front of modest sized house and Sergio popped the trunk. Cesc grabbed his bags and flashed them a smile before waving goodbye. Sergio waited until someone opened the door before driving away, he’d have to remember to ask Iker about it on Monday. One red light later he turned in his seat to look at Fernando. The Spaniard had been fiddling with the controls for the radio but looked up upon feeling Sergio’s gaze on him.
“Hey” he said softly.
“Hey” Fernando replied with a smile.
“How was your flight?”
“It was alright. The landing was a bit rough but we all made it safely.”
The light turned green and Sergio accelerated through the intersection. Fernando finally settled on a station that was playing some punk rock music and leaned back into his chair. Sergio smiled to himself as they spent the rest o the drive in a comfortable silence. Well other than the music that was. Every now and then he would shoot a sideways glance at his friend, take in the breathtaking profile and feeling his stomach twist with everything he could say and everything he dared not to. Sergio treasured these weekends too much to ruin them with rejection.
Sergio felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he turned off the car, he didn’t know why they were making a sudden appearance it wasn’t as if this was the first time Fernando had been to his place. He had lost count of how many weekends they had shared by now, they were best friends butterflies just didn’t belong in the equation. He offered Fernando a smile as he went around to the trunk to get the blonde’s bag. He shouldered the bag and shut the trunk turning to find Fernando right there. Startled by his proximity Sergio unwillingly took a step back, knocking into the car.
“Are you okay Sergi?” Fernando asked, concerned.
“Yeah, just took me by surprise.”
“Let me carry my bag.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t need to carry it, I can do it myself.” Fernando argued.
“You’re my guest Nando, let me do it.”
Fernando rolled his eyes but raised his hands in defeat. He slung an arm around him as they headed for the door. Sergio had a basement apartment in a slightly older house, it wasn’t that fancy but it suited his needs for now and he didn’t see the point in spending unnecessary money on a place right now. He always joked with Fernando that he spent all of his money on plane tickets to Liverpool. They went around to the side of the building and Sergio unlocked the door, reaching in to flick on a light he ushered Fernando in. Letting Fernando go first was a habit that Sergio had picked up and one he had come to appreciate. Sergio watched as the Liverpool player made his way down the stairs, admiring the way the muscles in his back shifted and stretched under the navy blue tee. Lithe muscles that promised power and strength. His eyes trailed further down to take in Fernando’s perfect bubble butt. Sergio loved his ass, it was so round and inviting and his hands itched to palm it.
Fernando walked down the familiar steps into Sergio’s apartment. He could navigate through this place with his eyes closed, Sergio’s place had always been a second home for him. Whether it was his parent’s place when they were younger or his place now, Fernando felt at home wherever Sergio was. He felt shivers reach down his back and the little hairs at the back of his neck stood up. Fernando could feel Sergio’s eyes hot on him. He didn’t remember when he had first noticed it but Fernando had long since discovered Sergio’s habit of perusing him from behind.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, hidden from Sergio and he pushed his ass out just a little more, swallowing a laugh when the defender stumbled a little.
“You okay, Sese?” he asked innocently.
“Missed a step.”
Fernando couldn’t help but notice that Sergio’s voice was a bit gruffer than normal. A rough undertone to his words that stirred his insides and heightened his pulse. He took in a much needed breath and made his way to Sergio’s room. Sergio’s bed filled most of the room, it was queen-sized and Fernando had always thought it was one of the most comfortable beds he’d ever laid on. He could just imagine lying on it cocooned in Sergio’s hard embrace, his own perfect heaven. Fernando let out a sigh for it was a heaven he had yet to experience.
Sergio dropped his bag on the daybed that was always set up for him while Fernando kicked his shoes off. He flopped onto Sergio’s bed and watched as the Sevillan carefully toed off his sneakers and lined them up with his other shoes. Sergio then hung his keys up on a peg by the inside of the door before turning to face Fernando. He leaned back against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest. There was a new shyness in his eyes that Fernando wasn’t used to seeing and he wondered if maybe the time had come when Sergio was finally going to make a move.
“Come lie with me Sese, I love your bed.” Fernando encouraged.
A shy smile broke out on the other boy’s face as he crossed the small distance to the bed. Fernando offered up his most charming smile and patted the space beside him. Sergio sat cautiously beside him but didn’t lie down, his eyes focused on the ring he was twisting nervously. A frown appeared on Fernando’s face as he realized Sergio still wasn’t ready to do anything. Well Fernando was tired of waiting and he had decided that this weekend was going to be the weekend that changed everything. And when Fernando set his mind to something it was damn near impossible to stop it from happening. He half tackled Sergio until they were both lying in a heap laughing like the boys they were.
“Hey.” Sergio half-protested, but he wore a huge smile.
“I said lie down not sit, don’t you know the difference? I always thought Real wasn’t all that is was cracked up to be.” Fernando teased.
Fernando watched as the indignant flame broke into Sergio’s beautiful eyes, his feathers ruffled over the insult. Then just as suddenly it disappeared and he let out a boisterous laugh and playfully shoved Fernando. This started them into a bit of roughhousing and they rolled around on the bed, pushing and shoving at each other until Fernando called out truce, trying to gasp for breath between laughs.
They ended up with Fernando’s head resting on Sergio’s chest and Fernando sighed happily when Sergio threaded his fingers through the bleached locks. He loved when people played with his hair and Sergio was always willing to indulge him, long fingers threading through silky hair while blunt fingernails scratched lightly at his scalp.
“mmm I missed you so much Sese, you’re the best at this.”
“Is that the only reason you missed me, because I play with your hair?”
Sergio was only teasing but Fernando couldn’t let the opportunity pass him by and he quickly rolled over on to his stomach, bracing himself on his forearms so he was looking down at Sergio.
“No. I missed you because you’re my best friend. Because you can always make me smile even when I am having the worst day. I missed you because I only feel completely at ease when I am with you. Because you are my beautiful gypsy boy and I love your beautiful smile and the way you say my name. I love that you insist on carrying my bags even though I could do it myself. I love that even though we’re miles apart you still haven’t changed.”
Sergio’s eyes widened in shock and Fernando watched as hundreds of emotions filtered through them, some too fast for him to decipher others shockingly clear. He saw the shock and the joy and then his heart ached as he saw the pain. A pain that darkened them and seemed to reach out and claw at Fernando’s heart. He had been wrong. Sergio didn’t love him, not like that and now Fernando feared he might have ruined things forever.
Sergio’s heart ached with the words Fernando spoke so freely. Words that made him hope all the while making him feel foolish. To Fernando, Sergio was his best friend. The shoulder to cry on when things aren’t going well. To Fernando, nothing had changed, they were still just best friends while Sergio had fallen deeper and deeper for the fresh-faced boy. When Sergio had joked about why Fernando missed him he hadn’t been expecting a serious answer and definitely not one that dashed his hopes.
Sergio had always feared that Fernando would one day say something that would do such a thing. In his nightmares however Fernando would laugh cruelly, mock Sergio for thinking he could love him like that. He had always thought that was the worst that could happen. He had been wrong. This was worse. This was teasing him, offering him what he might have been able to have but just wasn’t his. To have Fernando’s love but not have Fernando was an entire new hell.
“Sese? I’m sorry.”
Fernando’s voice was small, and as attuned as he was to the other boy, Sergio could hear the pain in it. Fernando must have realized how Sergio felt and to think that his feelings were causing Fernando more pain was almost more than he could bear. All this time he had thought he had been hiding his emotions well but clearly he had been mistaken. He would have to try harder, he would have to be the best friend and forget about anything else for he would rather suffer than cause this beautiful boy any pain.
“I’m sorry, I tried but I just can’t change the way I feel. Please don’t be mad. I can try harder. I don’t want to ruin things.”
Fernando’s voice had taken on a desperate plea and Sergio realized he had yet to say something. Fernando had been speaking and Sergio was still just lying there silent.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t?” Fernando asked quietly.
“Don’t try harder. I don’t want you to love me out of pity Fernando.”
“Pity?”
Sergio was surprised by the sudden edge in Fernando’s voice and he lifted his gaze to meet his. There was a spark of indignation in those warm eyes and a confusion that matched Sergio’s insides.
“What has pity got to do with anything? Weren’t you listening to me at all? I love you because you’re you. I love you, Sergio Ramos García.”
Sergio stared at Fernando in shock. Had he really just said what he thought he had said. Could Fernando really love him? Fernando let a smile cross his lips, cocking his head slightly to the side.
“What? Did you think you were the only one who could pull out the full names?” he teased.
“You love me?” Sergio asked.
“Well yeah, isn’t that what I’ve been saying? I am talking Spanish right? I didn’t slip into English or anything?”
“No, you’re speaking Spanish. I just... I mean I thought... you really do?”
Sergio’s heart was racing, maybe he had misunderstood it all. Fernando hadn’t meant as friends only. The hope was real and as Fernando smiled at him it grew, becoming uncontainable. Fernando loved him, this was something Sergio had only dreamed about and he was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that his wildest dream was coming true. Fernando seemed to understand this and he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to Sergio’s. It wasn’t anything big, just a soft pressure and then it was gone. Fernando pulling back and offering an almost shy smile.
Sergio had been waiting for this for too long however and the chaste kiss wasn’t enough. He reached up and threaded his fingers back into that bleached hair, pulling Fernando down. Not having expected it Fernando slipped forward some and the two boys ended up bumping heads. A light blush stained Sergio’s cheeks as he looked up at Fernando sheepishly. Fernando laughed before moving to line their mouths up again. This time they met without problem, and with a little more pressure than the previous kiss.
Fernando’s lips glided across his own creating a hint of friction that had Sergio craving for more. He felt Fernando’s tongue peek out and smooth across his bottom lip and instinctively opened his mouth to him. Fernando pressed into his mouth, almost shyly at first and Sergio sucked on it lightly in encouragement. Sergio could sense Fernando’s shyness battling with his desire and he was reminded of the boy’s different personalities.
On the pitch Fernando was a warrior, he went after what he wanted with everything he had and didn’t hold back. On the pitch Fernando was fearsome. However once he left the pitch Fernando was just a shy teenage boy, a bit of a nerd. Off the pitch Fernando was courteous and docile, a completely different person. Right now it was as if Football Fernando was competing with Everyday Fernando to break free. For some reason this thought sent shivers down Sergio’s spine. The idea that Fernando could be so focused and determined to have him made him pliant under his needy touch.
Eventually they pulled apart, oxygen having become a necessity and they laid on their sides gazing at each other. Sergio reached forward to brush bleached locks out of the striker’s face, an action he had done thousands of times before but never had felt so intimate as now. He stared into the endless chocolate pools and was thrilled to read happiness and calm mixed in with pure adoration and love.
“What did you want to do tonight?”Sergio asked softly.
Fernando shrugged his shoulder in response and Sergio suddenly recalled Miguel’s invitation.
“Miguel and Fernando Gago were going out dancing and invited us.”
“Dancing? Sure, that could be fun.”
Sergio would have been just as content to stay lying in bed for the rest of the weekend but as always would give Fernando whatever he wanted. Besides Fernando carried his natural grace on to the dance floor and Sergio loved watching him move. Not to mention that this time he would be allowed to dance with him, to let his hands rest on those slender hips, to feel the music pulsating between them.
“Sergio?”
Startled Sergio realized he had drifted into a little daydream not hearing Fernando calling his name.
“Yeah?”
“I said is that okay with you? Because we don’t have to go.”
Sergio smiled softly at the other boy, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his freckled forehead.
“No, I think dancing will be fun.”
Sergio stared into his closet at the multitude of shirts that were hanging there, trying to decide which one to wear tonight. He already had on one of his favourite pairs of jeans, they had been expensive but worth it. The denim clung to his legs and rested low on his hips, showing off his well toned body. He was just about to grab a white button-up shirt when some off-tune singing reached his ears. Sergio pulled out the shirt and dropped it on to his bed, not bothering to put it on. He moved out into the hallway, drawn towards the singing.
He didn’t recognize the song Fernando was singing. The words meaningless to him and the tune too butchered to be recognizable. Sergio leaned against the wall across from the bathroom and tried to hear the words over the sound of the shower.
“Ya nada volverá a ser como antes. Ya nunca dejaré que nada cambie.”
Suddenly Fernando switched to humming, a word or two coming out now and then and Sergio laughed as he realized the other boy didn’t even know all the lyrics. He could just imagine the little furrow between Fernando’s brow as he tried to remember the missing lyrics. His bleached hair darkened by water and clinging to his freckled cheeks. Water coursing down that pale skin, over lithe muscles and soft flesh. A strained groan escaped through his teeth and his favourite jeans were suddenly a bit tighter. He had always had an active imagination but right now it was going a bit stronger than he needed.
He was still leaning against the wall when the bathroom door opened. Fernando stepped out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp and clung to his cheeks and forehead, his skin slightly pink from the heat. Chocolate and caramel eyes widened in surprise to see Sergio leaning there.
“Oh, did you need the bathroom Sese? Sorry for taking so long.”
Fernando’s bottom lip slipped between his teeth, an action that showed Sergio he was sincerely apologetic. If he had been thinking clearly he would have laughed lightly and told the other boy not to worry so much, but he wasn’t. His head was thick with fantasies and the steam escaping from the room. Sergio surged forward, pressing Fernando into the door frame with his body. Fernando’s body was soft and warm beneath him and Sergio just pressed forward harder, his lips crashing down on Fernando’s, extracting that full bottom lip out from between his teeth.
His tongue delved into Fernando’s mouth, pushing in and tasting that special fusion of intricate flavours that was pure Fernando. Sergio’s hands were ghosting over any exposed skin he could reach. It was supple under his touch and he could feel the tremors of shivers running along Fernando’s skin. Hips pushed against hips as they ground their erections together, creating as much friction as they could. Sergio ground into Fernando shamelessly getting off on the friction they were creating. Fernando was panting against his neck, his breath hot and moist on Sergio’s skin and it only made Sergio come faster, the crotch of his jeans darkening with his spilled cum. Fernando came soon after, spurting thick streams of white on the towel and Sergio’s jeans.
“I think I need to shower again” Fernando breathed against Sergio’s flushed neck.
Fernando sat on a bar stool with his back to the bar. He held a drink in his hand but his eyes were on the dance floor. He easily picked out Sergio, his long hair loose around his face, a few sweaty strands sticking to his cheeks and neck. Sergio’s argentine teammate pushed a few of those strands away and jealousy surged within Fernando. He stayed where he was, deliberately taking a sip of his drink, a mojito. Sergio had ordered them some but personally Fernando found the mint a bit too strong for his liking. But they were Sergio’s favourite so he drank it anyway.
He placed the empty glass on the bar behind him and when he looked back Sergio’s eyes were on him. The other boy offered him a breathtaking smile and Fernando couldn’t help but lower his eyelashes in response. The hallway scene had for some reason made him feel a bit more shy. When he had been back in the bathroom cleaning himself off and the lust had faded he had realized how wanton he had been. How easily and desperately he had succumbed to Sergio’s touch. Fernando was no virgin but he was definitely no slut. Everything with Sergio seemed to be happening so fast. After all it was only earlier this afternoon that they had admitted their feelings for each other. They had admitted their feelings but that was it. Were they going out now? Was it more than that? Fernando just didn’t know where they stood now.
“Hey.”
Fernando looked up to see Sergio standing in front of him, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and a slight sheen of sweat covering his forehead and exposed chest. The club was rather crowded but the way Sergio smiled at him made Fernando feel like they were alone in the universe. His sudden shyness seemed pointless now. This was Sergio. The boy he had loved for as long as he could remember. Nothing else mattered, certainly not something as useless as the title of boyfriend.
“You looked good out there.” Fernando said with a smile.
He reached up to push a few stands of that silken hair behind his ear, long fingers brushing the velvet skin. Sergio’s smile widened and he bent his head to chase a kiss across Fernando’s lips.
“Mmm, minty. Let’s dance.”
Fernando laughed lightly and let himself be pulled out on to the dance floor. Sergio dropped his hand and started to move to the music, his hips swinging in a subtle seduction to the heady beat that pulsed through the room. Fernando let the music flow through him, feeling the beat thump in his chest and the song thrum through his veins, giving himself up to the music and letting it move him.
Song after song played, one flowing seamlessly into the next and each vibrating beat seemed to draw the two boys closer together. At first it was just hips being pulled toward the other, then fingers were grazing and heated looks were exchanged. As the space between them diminished Fernando found himself falling deeper in Sergio’s eyes. Drowning in a sea of chocolate, reading that old soul and basking in the love that was surely reflected in his own eyes.
Fernando’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening to look into dark brown eyes. Too dark to be Sergio. Startled he realized Miguel Torres had worked himself in between the two of them and was now smiling at Fernando with an amused yet flirtatious grin. Fernando laughed but smiled back at the other Spaniard anyways. Miguel leaned closer so his breath ghosted over Fernando’s cheek.
“It’s about time you got out here.”
Fernando just shrugged, continuing to move to the music.
“Hey Torres!”
Both Miguel and Fernando turned to look at Sergio who had stopped moving and now had one hand on his hip, his expression positively possessive. Fernando couldn’t help but swallow thickly and widen his eyes in innocence. Sergio caught the look and his features immediately softened.
“Not you Nando.”
Fernando smiled and noticed from the corner of his eye how Miguel glanced over his shoulder nervously.
“Miguel, you’ve got your own Fernando so keep your hands off mine.” Sergio growled.
The possessive nature of his statement made Fernando’s blood burn and his cheeks flush. He didn’t know whether to bury his head in Sergio’s shoulder or to ravage that seductive mouth right now. In the end he buried his head in Sergio’s neck, nuzzling at the slick skin and inhaling the musk that was Sergio and Sergio only.
It was all too soon before Fernando was once again sitting on a plane, only this time on his way back to Liverpool. Fernando loved it in Liverpool, he went to a great school which had a wonderful football team and he had god friends in the city. Some days none of that seemed to matter though because as great as it was Sergio wasn’t there to share it with. He stared out the window as Madrid disappeared below him, he stared until he couldn’t even see a blur of land anymore and only then did he rest his head back against the seat.
Cars were pulling in and pulling out around him but Sergio didn’t move. He had parked in an outdoor parking lot and was resting on the hood of his car. He didn’t care that the longer he sat the more he was going to have to pay, none of that mattered because Fernando, his beautiful, glowing Fernando was gone. He stayed on the hood of his car until the plane he knew was Fernando’s was out of sight, nothing left but a trail in the sky. With a sigh he heaved himself up off the car and walked around to his door, the small car suddenly seemed large and empty and he found himself turning the music up to fill the silence.
Several minutes later he pulled up to a grocery store, turning off the car and climbing out. He didn’t really feel like being out, he’d rather go home and curl into his bed that still held Fernando’s scent but he needed groceries. This weekend had been one of the most memorable weekends of his life and yet just looking at what had happened it wasn’t all that remarkable. After Friday’s dancing they had spent the majority of the weekend burrowed away in Sergio’s place. They had spent hours, cuddled under the covers just talking, talking about everything and anything that popped into their heads.
Sergio was looking at the apples when his cell phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked to see who was calling. It was Iker.
“Hey Iker.”
“Hey gypsy, what are you up to?”
“At the grocery store.”
“Well when you’re done come over, ok?”
“I don’t know Iker...”
“Come on, I’m lonely. I never get to see you on the weekends.”
“Fine, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Good, see you then.”
“Bye.”
When Sergio slid the phone back into his pocket there was a small smile on his lips. The pain in his chest had lessened slightly and he was reminded of how he got through from weekend to weekend. Iker might tease that he never got to see him on weekends but Sergio had spent many Sunday evenings on Iker’s couch, the older man offering comfort as Sergio once again mourned Fernando’s departure.
Sergio was stretched across Iker’s couch, his head on a cushion on Iker’s lap. There was music coming from Iker’ sound system, softly filling the room with it’s comforting sounds. For the moment they were just enjoying the music, neither feeling the need to speak. Iker had always been extremely comforting to Sergio, he treated him as if he was something precious that needed to be taken care of. Sergio had never really thought to much of the why, he had simply appreciated the company. Now thinking of Cesc he thought maybe Iker knew how he felt a little more personally than he had guessed.
“Want a drink?” Iker asked, drawing Sergio out of his musings.
Sergio nodded and then sat up so Iker could get off the couch. While Iker was rummaging in his fridge Sergio moved to the CD player and Iker’s stack of CDs. The keeper had a wide variety of music. He scanned through the stacks, bypassing Debussy, Bruce Springsteen, and several others. Finally his eyes landed on one and an idea formed in his head. He glanced quickly over to the kitchen entrance but Iker was still out of site. Snatching the CD he popped open the player and placed the newly selected CD into one of them empty trays. Iker came back into the room carrying two beers and a bowl of popcorn just as he slid the tray back into place.
Sergio’s eyes were on Iker and so he noticed his reaction. The second those first few beats came through his hand tightened around the beer he was holding. His eyes were transfixed on the CD player but as far as Sergio could tell he wasn’t seeing it. Just then the vocals started.
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
The second he saw Iker’s eyes he knew he had done the wrong thing. He fumbled to turn it off, accidentally turning it up before he finally got it off. The following silence was deafening and Sergio felt small and insecure. Iker’s eyes had gotten impossibly dark, his knuckles white as he clutched the beer bottle with so much force Sergio feared it might break. He hurried across the room to his friend, tentatively touching his wrist.
“I’m so sorry Iker. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I shouldn’t have.”
Iker blinked a few times and then turned to look at Sergio almost startled to see him standing there. He let Sergio take the beer out of his hand and pull him down on to the couch. Sergio continued to slowly, tentatively stroke Iker’s wrist, watching as the pain faded from his eyes and was intensely relieved when it was replaced with the slightest chagrin. Iker had always been shy about his emotions.
“How long?” Sergio asked softly.
“Last summer.”
“Why didn’t you say something? All this time I’ve been going on about Fernando and you’ve been suffering too.”
“It’s not your pain to suffer Sese.”
“But you take mine.”
“I couldn’t not. I hate to see you suffer. Besides you coming over helped me too you know.”
Iker dipped his head and pressed a kiss to Sergio’s forehead. His lips were cool against his skin and Sergio let his eyes flutter close.
“Why does love hurt so much?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Sese. I just don’t know.”