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Recipient:
ladythana
Title: Love?
Pairing: David Beckham/Gary Neville
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not know David Beckham or Gary Neville or what goes on in their lives. This is merely a figment of my imagination and hence, not true at all.
Author's Note:
ladythana , I hope this is what you wanted :)
"Come on, let's go for a ride!" David says, putting the key into the ignition of his brand new motorcycle.
"I don't know…" Gary says apprehensively. He was more than willing to admire the motorcycle from a distance, but he was a little wary of getting on the motorcycle with David, especially since it didn't look like David knew how to maneuver it very well.
"Oh come on, Gaz! It's perfectly safe."
"Are you sure you know how to--?"
"Drive it? Of course I do. I'll bring you back in one piece. Promise."
Gary hesitates before saying, "Alright then." He climbs on the back of the motorcycle and says a silent prayer.
David revs the motorcycle and a second later, Gary feels himself lurch forward. "Slow down!" Gary yells.
"What?" David yells in reply.
"Slow down!" Gary yells a little louder. Before David can reply, the motorcycle tips over and Gary slides across the road, bruising his knees and elbows along the way. Gary lifts his head and is relieved to see David standing up and brushing himself off.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Gary shouts as he stands up, pain shooting up his leg.
"Shit, I'm really sorry. I guess I just lost control of---"
"I knew this would happen! We are so lucky there was no one else on the road right now!"
"Gaz-"
"I'm never getting on that thing with you ever again. Never. You hear me? Never!"
David looks apologetic, but Gary ignores him and goes to sit on the sidewalk. David walks over slowly and asks, "Are you okay?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I'm not okay! My leg really hurts and I'm all banged up!"
David leans over to touch Gary's leg, but stops when he sees Gary glaring at him. "Er, Gaz, can I?"
"Fine. But only because you caused this mess."
As David examines Gary's leg, Gary can't help but notice David's genuine concern for David. They are sitting so close that he can count the tiny freckles on David's face and see his forehead wrinkle in concentration. Gary's eyes then move upward to David's hair, which is sticking up in all directions. He feels the urge to run his hands through David's blonde hair and is just about to do so when David suddenly says, "I have gauze at home. I'll just run and get it…we didn't get very far."
"Uh…sure." Gary says, somehow finding his voice. It is only after David gets up that Gary realizes he has been holding his breath.
As he waits for David to return, Gary ponders what he had just felt. He and David were, well, he wasn't sure what they were. They were certainly more than 'just friends', but what Gary had just felt for David seemed a little more like 'love' than 'like'.
Gary hears footsteps and sees David return with the gauze. David begins bandaging Gary's leg and Gary once again finds himself examining David's face and hair. This time though, Gary feels the urge to tell David how he feels (or rather, how he thinks he feels).
David finishes bandaging Gary's leg and looks up at Gary. "I'm really sorry." David says softly, stroking Gary's arm.
Gary sighs, "I'm not mad anymore."
David smiles slowly, "You're not?"
"Nah. You bandaged my leg, so I'll forgive you this time." Gary says, grinning.
David takes hold of Gary's hand and kisses him gently. "You never have to get on that motorcycle again."
"You can't get on it either. Not until you learn how to drive it properly."
"Deal." David says, helping Gary to his feet. "Can you walk?"
"Yeah," Gary says as David props the motorcycle up and walks with it. Gary watches David and bites his tongue to keep from yelling, "I love you, you moron!"
Halfway to David's house, Gary realizes he's terrible at keeping his feelings in check and decides to tell David. He stops and David, realizing Gary had stopped walking, stops too. "What's wrong? Is it your leg?"
"No, I'm fine. Well, actually I'm not."
David frowns, "Should we go to the hospital?"
"It's not my leg. I…"
"Gaz?"
"I think I'm in love with you." Gary blurts out.
David doesn't say anything, but turns around to prop his motorcycle against the wall (as Gary mentally smacks himself). He walks towards Gary and kisses him slowly, relieving Gary of his worst fears.
David moves back slightly and says shyly, "I think I'm in love with you too."
ladythana
Title: Love?
Pairing: David Beckham/Gary Neville
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not know David Beckham or Gary Neville or what goes on in their lives. This is merely a figment of my imagination and hence, not true at all.
Author's Note:
ladythana , I hope this is what you wanted :)
"Come on, let's go for a ride!" David says, putting the key into the ignition of his brand new motorcycle.
"I don't know…" Gary says apprehensively. He was more than willing to admire the motorcycle from a distance, but he was a little wary of getting on the motorcycle with David, especially since it didn't look like David knew how to maneuver it very well.
"Oh come on, Gaz! It's perfectly safe."
"Are you sure you know how to--?"
"Drive it? Of course I do. I'll bring you back in one piece. Promise."
Gary hesitates before saying, "Alright then." He climbs on the back of the motorcycle and says a silent prayer.
David revs the motorcycle and a second later, Gary feels himself lurch forward. "Slow down!" Gary yells.
"What?" David yells in reply.
"Slow down!" Gary yells a little louder. Before David can reply, the motorcycle tips over and Gary slides across the road, bruising his knees and elbows along the way. Gary lifts his head and is relieved to see David standing up and brushing himself off.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Gary shouts as he stands up, pain shooting up his leg.
"Shit, I'm really sorry. I guess I just lost control of---"
"I knew this would happen! We are so lucky there was no one else on the road right now!"
"Gaz-"
"I'm never getting on that thing with you ever again. Never. You hear me? Never!"
David looks apologetic, but Gary ignores him and goes to sit on the sidewalk. David walks over slowly and asks, "Are you okay?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I'm not okay! My leg really hurts and I'm all banged up!"
David leans over to touch Gary's leg, but stops when he sees Gary glaring at him. "Er, Gaz, can I?"
"Fine. But only because you caused this mess."
As David examines Gary's leg, Gary can't help but notice David's genuine concern for David. They are sitting so close that he can count the tiny freckles on David's face and see his forehead wrinkle in concentration. Gary's eyes then move upward to David's hair, which is sticking up in all directions. He feels the urge to run his hands through David's blonde hair and is just about to do so when David suddenly says, "I have gauze at home. I'll just run and get it…we didn't get very far."
"Uh…sure." Gary says, somehow finding his voice. It is only after David gets up that Gary realizes he has been holding his breath.
As he waits for David to return, Gary ponders what he had just felt. He and David were, well, he wasn't sure what they were. They were certainly more than 'just friends', but what Gary had just felt for David seemed a little more like 'love' than 'like'.
Gary hears footsteps and sees David return with the gauze. David begins bandaging Gary's leg and Gary once again finds himself examining David's face and hair. This time though, Gary feels the urge to tell David how he feels (or rather, how he thinks he feels).
David finishes bandaging Gary's leg and looks up at Gary. "I'm really sorry." David says softly, stroking Gary's arm.
Gary sighs, "I'm not mad anymore."
David smiles slowly, "You're not?"
"Nah. You bandaged my leg, so I'll forgive you this time." Gary says, grinning.
David takes hold of Gary's hand and kisses him gently. "You never have to get on that motorcycle again."
"You can't get on it either. Not until you learn how to drive it properly."
"Deal." David says, helping Gary to his feet. "Can you walk?"
"Yeah," Gary says as David props the motorcycle up and walks with it. Gary watches David and bites his tongue to keep from yelling, "I love you, you moron!"
Halfway to David's house, Gary realizes he's terrible at keeping his feelings in check and decides to tell David. He stops and David, realizing Gary had stopped walking, stops too. "What's wrong? Is it your leg?"
"No, I'm fine. Well, actually I'm not."
David frowns, "Should we go to the hospital?"
"It's not my leg. I…"
"Gaz?"
"I think I'm in love with you." Gary blurts out.
David doesn't say anything, but turns around to prop his motorcycle against the wall (as Gary mentally smacks himself). He walks towards Gary and kisses him slowly, relieving Gary of his worst fears.
David moves back slightly and says shyly, "I think I'm in love with you too."