fanfic: Available (Gorka Iraizoz/Iker Muniain, G)
Title: Available
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football RPS, Athletic Club Bilbao
Pairing: Gorka Iraizoz/Iker Muniain
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: "All the awesome people in this world are either taken or not interested in me."
Word Count: 300
A/N: I recently found a postcard in a bar that had the words "I'm still available" written on it. Obviously I had to send it to july_v and write her a little something about her favourite Basque OTP. ;)
Allergy Warning: May contain traces of predictability and fluff. Read at own risk.
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from squee to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
*****
When Iker entered the locker room in Lezama for their first training session of the week, only Gorka was there, tying his shoelaces. The keeper greeted him with a nod and a smile. "Had a great weekend?"
Iker plopped down on the bench. "Not really," he said, almost pouting.
Gorka raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened?"
"All the awesome people in this world are either taken or not interested in me," Iker said with a shrug. "Life sucks."
Gorka paused, hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say, and he's wanted to say it for months, but he never dared to and at the same time felt completely ridiculous for even thinking about it, for even hoping…
"I'm still available," he said quietly, ignoring the voice of reason in his head and the frantic beating of his heart.
The young striker's head spun around. For a moment Iker looked like he was certain he'd misunderstood Gorka. But then his face lit up in a grin. "You are?"
"Yes," Gorka managed, perfectly aware that he was blushing but unable to do anything about it. "I'm probably not among those awesome people you were talking about-"
Iker silenced him with a kiss - a much too quick one, but Gorka knew their teammates could come pouring in any second and they had to be careful.
"I've wanted to do that for ages," Iker said after pulling away, a wide grin on his face. "Dude, you could have saved me so many annoying weekends if you'd told me earlier!"
Gorka laughed. "I could say the same to you!"
Iker chuckled. He slowly brushed his hand over Gorka's. "So… you're not available anymore?"
Gorka shook his head. "Unless you want me to be?" he said with a grin.
Iker elbowed him, grinning. "Definitely not!"
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football RPS, Athletic Club Bilbao
Pairing: Gorka Iraizoz/Iker Muniain
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: "All the awesome people in this world are either taken or not interested in me."
Word Count: 300
A/N: I recently found a postcard in a bar that had the words "I'm still available" written on it. Obviously I had to send it to july_v and write her a little something about her favourite Basque OTP. ;)
Allergy Warning: May contain traces of predictability and fluff. Read at own risk.
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from squee to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
*****
When Iker entered the locker room in Lezama for their first training session of the week, only Gorka was there, tying his shoelaces. The keeper greeted him with a nod and a smile. "Had a great weekend?"
Iker plopped down on the bench. "Not really," he said, almost pouting.
Gorka raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened?"
"All the awesome people in this world are either taken or not interested in me," Iker said with a shrug. "Life sucks."
Gorka paused, hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say, and he's wanted to say it for months, but he never dared to and at the same time felt completely ridiculous for even thinking about it, for even hoping…
"I'm still available," he said quietly, ignoring the voice of reason in his head and the frantic beating of his heart.
The young striker's head spun around. For a moment Iker looked like he was certain he'd misunderstood Gorka. But then his face lit up in a grin. "You are?"
"Yes," Gorka managed, perfectly aware that he was blushing but unable to do anything about it. "I'm probably not among those awesome people you were talking about-"
Iker silenced him with a kiss - a much too quick one, but Gorka knew their teammates could come pouring in any second and they had to be careful.
"I've wanted to do that for ages," Iker said after pulling away, a wide grin on his face. "Dude, you could have saved me so many annoying weekends if you'd told me earlier!"
Gorka laughed. "I could say the same to you!"
Iker chuckled. He slowly brushed his hand over Gorka's. "So… you're not available anymore?"
Gorka shook his head. "Unless you want me to be?" he said with a grin.
Iker elbowed him, grinning. "Definitely not!"