Tomas/Aleks, Return
This plot bunny had been in my head for ages. Now it's in a seasonstocking ficlet for darkblue. It is, however, horrible, and somebody else could have done much better. I need to watch more Arsenal as well; I'm certain Tomas has a new OTP by now...
Pairing: Tomas Rosicky/Aleks Hleb
Rating: G
Word Count: 653
Notes: Aleks turns up at Tomas' front door.
Tomas opened the front door, to find the back of a blonde head staring at him.
When the man turns, Tomas finds his heartbeat slowing to a halt.
That profile, that jawline, those eyes, that smile.
“Hi,” Aleks says. He’s wearing a jacket over a hoodie, jeans. His hands are in his pockets.
“Hi.” Rosa replies, slowly. There is an awkward moment of silence.
The truth of the situation is this: a million thoughts were running through Tomas’s head at the moment (and hence the silence feels much, much longer), some of which include “Damn, damn, pathetic, stupid” and “Hi? That’s the best you could come up with?”; especially considering the fact that this exact scene has been played out in Tomas’s mind a billion times before, in those moments before he falls asleep and there is nothing to think of but Aleks; and the scene follows suit in two paths: one, Tomas shuts the door in Aleks’ face; two, Tomas was careful enough to look through the peephole before the ‘oh-shit’ moment and pretending he wasn’t at home.
Since he was stupid enough to blow option two, he goes with option one.
“Wait, wait, Tomas, please, Tom, Tom.” Aleks’ raised voice filters through the door. He starts hammering on it.
Tomas never really thought out the rest of the plan.
Thinking Aleks’ pounding on the door would disturb the neighbours, he opens the door again, but stays silent. Aleks’ hand is raised mid-pound.
“Don’t close the door on me again,” Aleks says again, not knowing what to do with his hands, now. Tomas leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms.
“…Can I come in?”
“Please explain to me why I should.”
“Cesc isn’t home.”
“…What does that have to do with me?”
“Well, nothing, but-“
“But you were going to visit Cesc and not me, is that it? Am I second choice, again?”
“Is Radka home?”
“I.” Tomas is thrown by the question; “What does that have to do with you?”
“Nothing. I was wondering if I could crash on the couch, or something.”
“You can’t afford a hotel?”
“Full everywhere. Heathrow. Snow. No flights. Everywhere’s booked out. Please, just one night. I was staying with Cesc but he has family here. It’s Christmas. I thought I might catch up with you. I’ll be gone by the morning if that’s what you want. I-“
“-Radka’s not here right now.”
“…oh.” Aleks lost his train of thought.
(It appeared to Tomas that nothing has changed, much.)
“You never asked me or told me you were going to Spain.”
“Worst decision I’ve ever made.”
“I called you so many times and you never answered. You just disappeared.”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I deserve much, much better than you.”
“I know. I’m not.” Aleks paused, struggling to find words. “I’m not expecting anything. Just friends.”
(Tomas says nothing.)
“I just missed - miss - you. I miss you all the time.” (It is the bit that sounds, to Tomas, the most honest.)
Aleks waited. Tomas sighed then, (When could he ever, ever, say no to Aleks Hleb?) and stepped aside.
“Who am I to deny a stranger knocking on my door, asking for someplace to sleep? On Christmas Eve?”
Aleks smiled widely then, and pulled Tomas into a hug. Tomas stood rigid, surprised at the attack, the waft of familiar cologne. A billion thoughts rush through his head again.
“Oof. Aleks! This doesn’t mean I’m not kicking you out in the morning.”
Aleks grinned at Tomas, kissing him on the cheek. “It’s a start,” he said, bouncing into the living room, landing on the couch. “Tom, you spend too much time in front of the TV. It’s much softer than I remember.”
Tomas shook his head and pulled Aleks' bags down the hall. “You twat, I’ve got a guest room.”
“I know,” Aleks said cheerily. He looked at Tomas then, confused.
“Did you just say twat?”
**
Hahaha this is so bad!!
Pairing: Tomas Rosicky/Aleks Hleb
Rating: G
Word Count: 653
Notes: Aleks turns up at Tomas' front door.
Tomas opened the front door, to find the back of a blonde head staring at him.
When the man turns, Tomas finds his heartbeat slowing to a halt.
That profile, that jawline, those eyes, that smile.
“Hi,” Aleks says. He’s wearing a jacket over a hoodie, jeans. His hands are in his pockets.
“Hi.” Rosa replies, slowly. There is an awkward moment of silence.
The truth of the situation is this: a million thoughts were running through Tomas’s head at the moment (and hence the silence feels much, much longer), some of which include “Damn, damn, pathetic, stupid” and “Hi? That’s the best you could come up with?”; especially considering the fact that this exact scene has been played out in Tomas’s mind a billion times before, in those moments before he falls asleep and there is nothing to think of but Aleks; and the scene follows suit in two paths: one, Tomas shuts the door in Aleks’ face; two, Tomas was careful enough to look through the peephole before the ‘oh-shit’ moment and pretending he wasn’t at home.
Since he was stupid enough to blow option two, he goes with option one.
“Wait, wait, Tomas, please, Tom, Tom.” Aleks’ raised voice filters through the door. He starts hammering on it.
Tomas never really thought out the rest of the plan.
Thinking Aleks’ pounding on the door would disturb the neighbours, he opens the door again, but stays silent. Aleks’ hand is raised mid-pound.
“Don’t close the door on me again,” Aleks says again, not knowing what to do with his hands, now. Tomas leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms.
“…Can I come in?”
“Please explain to me why I should.”
“Cesc isn’t home.”
“…What does that have to do with me?”
“Well, nothing, but-“
“But you were going to visit Cesc and not me, is that it? Am I second choice, again?”
“Is Radka home?”
“I.” Tomas is thrown by the question; “What does that have to do with you?”
“Nothing. I was wondering if I could crash on the couch, or something.”
“You can’t afford a hotel?”
“Full everywhere. Heathrow. Snow. No flights. Everywhere’s booked out. Please, just one night. I was staying with Cesc but he has family here. It’s Christmas. I thought I might catch up with you. I’ll be gone by the morning if that’s what you want. I-“
“-Radka’s not here right now.”
“…oh.” Aleks lost his train of thought.
(It appeared to Tomas that nothing has changed, much.)
“You never asked me or told me you were going to Spain.”
“Worst decision I’ve ever made.”
“I called you so many times and you never answered. You just disappeared.”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“I deserve much, much better than you.”
“I know. I’m not.” Aleks paused, struggling to find words. “I’m not expecting anything. Just friends.”
(Tomas says nothing.)
“I just missed - miss - you. I miss you all the time.” (It is the bit that sounds, to Tomas, the most honest.)
Aleks waited. Tomas sighed then, (When could he ever, ever, say no to Aleks Hleb?) and stepped aside.
“Who am I to deny a stranger knocking on my door, asking for someplace to sleep? On Christmas Eve?”
Aleks smiled widely then, and pulled Tomas into a hug. Tomas stood rigid, surprised at the attack, the waft of familiar cologne. A billion thoughts rush through his head again.
“Oof. Aleks! This doesn’t mean I’m not kicking you out in the morning.”
Aleks grinned at Tomas, kissing him on the cheek. “It’s a start,” he said, bouncing into the living room, landing on the couch. “Tom, you spend too much time in front of the TV. It’s much softer than I remember.”
Tomas shook his head and pulled Aleks' bags down the hall. “You twat, I’ve got a guest room.”
“I know,” Aleks said cheerily. He looked at Tomas then, confused.
“Did you just say twat?”
**
Hahaha this is so bad!!