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Title: “Imagine...”
Language: English.
Sequence: 8/?
Rating: PG
Word count: 596
Pairings: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: A story that maybe starts quite sad, it continues as a sad story, it’d seem to be finishing sadder than when it began … but you’ll see. Maybe it’s a full sad story. Let’s guess.
Author notes: OMFG. I thought this moment wasn't going to arrive soon!
“Cristiano?”
Wayne has lost him over there and he has decided to look after him.
He silently enters the balcony, which is located at the west of the house.
Here he is: sitting on a small stool with his back against a column, looking at the remoteness of the precious city that Manchester is. A delicate glass with dietetic soda is rocking at his hand’s rhythm. The other arm is placed over the railing. His sight, again, lost somewhere in Manchester or in his own complicated mind. Calm, silent. Maybe tired and surpassed by the situation, who knows?
“Cristiano… Cris. What are you doing here?”
He approaches him by his back until he softly puts his hands on the Portuguese’s shoulders.
“Thinking.”
He sighs, leaving the glass on the floor.
Wayne brings nearer another stool and takes sit next to him.
“About what?”
“Everything…”
“Explain…”
Wayne leans both arms over the railing and his chin on his hands, looking forward.
“That conversation some hours ago made me think a lot, you know? Conclusions, for finally…”
Facing him and looking into his eyes.
“And? What can you say?”
The British faces him too, slightly smiling.
“I’m in love but you don’t care”
Silence. Eternal and painful silence between their deep glazes.
The lamp over Cristiano, against the column like him, doesn’t help at all.
“No, Cris… I do care about it… I just… the situation surpasses me… I---”
“I know… I know…”
“But… in spite of my wedding… everything---”
Wayne interrupts himself just to come near to him a little.
“---everything has changed a lot between us, don’t you think it in that way?”
Cristiano tries to avoid him, moving away until his head hits against the wall/column but Wayne doesn’t stop.
“I… I do, yes…”
He looks into his eyes, scared while Wayne comes back to his seat to a normal distance away from him.
Cristiano does the same but he can’t take his eyes off of Wayne. He rests his head in one hand, near Wayne’s left shoulder.
“What if I tell you I’m the coward one here?”
The English comes near enough to touch their foreheads, getting his head down to reach Cristiano’s height.
“Wa-Wayne, I think I don’t get it...”
The Portuguese whispers against his cheek.
“Can I grab you by the chin..? I promise I’ll be delicate.”
Wayne murmurs, shaving their noses just a little bit, accidentally.
“Why…?”
“I just… wanna do it.”
“Carry on.”
He says, after a few seconds thinking.
Wayne does what he wants, making him look into his eyes too, intensively. The British falls in that mad idea: those coffee coloured eyes drive him crazy.
“Wa-Wayne…”
His expression shows pain and worry but he raises a hand to touch Wayne’s right cheek, near the corner of his lips.
“Please let me---”
In that moment, Cristiano kills their minimal distance.
He comes near very quickly with his lips half open to touch Wayne’s, closing them over the British’s as he can reach them in a very tender and lovely way.
Wayne, shocked, can’t reply. He just feels Cristiano catching his lips between his gorgeous and sweet ones. And it feels strange but special... very, very special.
He decides to answer to the kiss but when he opens his mouth and presses it against Cristiano’s, the Latin gets separated.
He looks at Wayne with a wide and adorable smile on is lips. They’re still so near…
“Forget about this… flesh is weak.”
"No way..."
Wayne thinks.
He. Cristiano. A balcony. Two girls over there. And one of them, his wife.
Language: English.
Sequence: 8/?
Rating: PG
Word count: 596
Pairings: Cristiano Ronaldo/Wayne Rooney
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: A story that maybe starts quite sad, it continues as a sad story, it’d seem to be finishing sadder than when it began … but you’ll see. Maybe it’s a full sad story. Let’s guess.
Author notes: OMFG. I thought this moment wasn't going to arrive soon!
“Cristiano?”
Wayne has lost him over there and he has decided to look after him.
He silently enters the balcony, which is located at the west of the house.
Here he is: sitting on a small stool with his back against a column, looking at the remoteness of the precious city that Manchester is. A delicate glass with dietetic soda is rocking at his hand’s rhythm. The other arm is placed over the railing. His sight, again, lost somewhere in Manchester or in his own complicated mind. Calm, silent. Maybe tired and surpassed by the situation, who knows?
“Cristiano… Cris. What are you doing here?”
He approaches him by his back until he softly puts his hands on the Portuguese’s shoulders.
“Thinking.”
He sighs, leaving the glass on the floor.
Wayne brings nearer another stool and takes sit next to him.
“About what?”
“Everything…”
“Explain…”
Wayne leans both arms over the railing and his chin on his hands, looking forward.
“That conversation some hours ago made me think a lot, you know? Conclusions, for finally…”
Facing him and looking into his eyes.
“And? What can you say?”
The British faces him too, slightly smiling.
“I’m in love but you don’t care”
Silence. Eternal and painful silence between their deep glazes.
The lamp over Cristiano, against the column like him, doesn’t help at all.
“No, Cris… I do care about it… I just… the situation surpasses me… I---”
“I know… I know…”
“But… in spite of my wedding… everything---”
Wayne interrupts himself just to come near to him a little.
“---everything has changed a lot between us, don’t you think it in that way?”
Cristiano tries to avoid him, moving away until his head hits against the wall/column but Wayne doesn’t stop.
“I… I do, yes…”
He looks into his eyes, scared while Wayne comes back to his seat to a normal distance away from him.
Cristiano does the same but he can’t take his eyes off of Wayne. He rests his head in one hand, near Wayne’s left shoulder.
“What if I tell you I’m the coward one here?”
The English comes near enough to touch their foreheads, getting his head down to reach Cristiano’s height.
“Wa-Wayne, I think I don’t get it...”
The Portuguese whispers against his cheek.
“Can I grab you by the chin..? I promise I’ll be delicate.”
Wayne murmurs, shaving their noses just a little bit, accidentally.
“Why…?”
“I just… wanna do it.”
“Carry on.”
He says, after a few seconds thinking.
Wayne does what he wants, making him look into his eyes too, intensively. The British falls in that mad idea: those coffee coloured eyes drive him crazy.
“Wa-Wayne…”
His expression shows pain and worry but he raises a hand to touch Wayne’s right cheek, near the corner of his lips.
“Please let me---”
In that moment, Cristiano kills their minimal distance.
He comes near very quickly with his lips half open to touch Wayne’s, closing them over the British’s as he can reach them in a very tender and lovely way.
Wayne, shocked, can’t reply. He just feels Cristiano catching his lips between his gorgeous and sweet ones. And it feels strange but special... very, very special.
He decides to answer to the kiss but when he opens his mouth and presses it against Cristiano’s, the Latin gets separated.
He looks at Wayne with a wide and adorable smile on is lips. They’re still so near…
“Forget about this… flesh is weak.”
"No way..."
Wayne thinks.
He. Cristiano. A balcony. Two girls over there. And one of them, his wife.