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rizzyr
Title: The Two of Us; Three Times Darren (Accidentally) Kissed Michael
Pairing: Darren Fletcher & Michael Carrick
Rating: PG
Author's note: Sorry this is late!
The Two of Us
Darren once told him that he wasn’t anything special - just a bloke who plays football; just a dad to his twins; just a man starting his life in a world he has yet to figure out. He wasn’t the greatest footballer in the world, let alone his own club. He wasn’t the greatest father, either. Nor was he the man he wanted to be (at least, not yet). So. Darren thinks he’s not anything special, but Michael doesn’t believe him.
It’s because Darren always has a way of making people (him) feel loved, when they (he) probably don’t deserve it. His long, thin arms wrapping around Michael’s body, trying (hoping) to take away all the sorrow and pain and put it upon himself. Darren was always selfless, never selfish. Always giving, never asking for anything in return. He was just. Just Darren, nothing more and nothing less.
Michael once told him that he doesn’t know how to love. He loves his daughter, but he’s pretty sure that’s something that just happens. He couldn’t love any other person by simply looking into their eyes, or holding their hand in his. He couldn’t love unconditionally. He couldn’t even love football without hating it at the same time. So. Michael thinks he’s not capable of loving, but Darren doesn’t believe him.
It’s because Darren has caught glimpses of it in his eyes, felt it crawl in sensations against his skin, heard whispers of it every night. There’s just something in the way Michael touches his neck, pushing softly on the pulse. There’s something in the way Michael smiles when he feels the gentle thudthudthud - the way he pulls Darren closer, wanting to feel it not just in his hand, but his entire body. And Michael feels, but doesn’t know; doesn’t know what he feels.
Darren never tells Michael that he doesn’t think he has to be anything special. He knows he doesn’t, actually. All Darren wants is to be the best at making him happy.
Michael never tells Darren that he loves him. He knows he doesn’t have to. Darren knows without him saying, anyways.
Three Times Darren (Accidentally) Kissed Michael
i.
Darren had a knack of always being at the right place, at the right time. He was watching Michael move fluidly through the kitchen, grabbing paper plates and bags of chips. It was in the midst of a swift turn that he lost his footing, plates and chips flying in the air (probably landing in a big mess over somewhere on the right). Darren wasn’t even paying attention, busy talking to Michael’s back (hand gestures and all) until Michael’s entire weight came crashing down into his arms. It all happened quick, Darren’s head tilting forward at the impact, then lips crashing against one another.
It took a few moments, before, “What was I talking about, again?”
“I have no idea,” Michael answered quietly. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
ii.
With a yawn, Darren walked towards the door to open it for Michael. They had just finished another one of their movie nights, and it was nearly midnight. Michael passed by him muttering a good night when (out of instinct) Darren leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Goodnight,” he smiled. “Until next time.”
(He wasn’t sure he was talking about movies anymore, though.)
iii.
“I had this dream last night about a strawberry.”
“A strawberry?”
“Actually, I don’t know what it was. But we’ll say yes to the strawberry.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t either. I mean, I didn’t even have strawberries for dinner - I had broccoli.”
Michael rolled his eyes, “Is their a point to this?”
“Yes,” Darren smiled. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why the dream?”
“I’m not some kind of dream analyzer. Ask Rio.”
“I did, but he somehow made it all sexual…”
“From a strawberry?”
“Exactly!”
Michael laughed, “You’re mad.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not ---” Darren leans forward to stop Michael in mid sentence. Soft lips finding his, then, “What was that for?”
A shrug. “Not sure,” and then a smile, “but did you know you smelled like strawberries?”
rizzyr
Title: The Two of Us; Three Times Darren (Accidentally) Kissed Michael
Pairing: Darren Fletcher & Michael Carrick
Rating: PG
Author's note: Sorry this is late!
The Two of Us
Darren once told him that he wasn’t anything special - just a bloke who plays football; just a dad to his twins; just a man starting his life in a world he has yet to figure out. He wasn’t the greatest footballer in the world, let alone his own club. He wasn’t the greatest father, either. Nor was he the man he wanted to be (at least, not yet). So. Darren thinks he’s not anything special, but Michael doesn’t believe him.
It’s because Darren always has a way of making people (him) feel loved, when they (he) probably don’t deserve it. His long, thin arms wrapping around Michael’s body, trying (hoping) to take away all the sorrow and pain and put it upon himself. Darren was always selfless, never selfish. Always giving, never asking for anything in return. He was just. Just Darren, nothing more and nothing less.
Michael once told him that he doesn’t know how to love. He loves his daughter, but he’s pretty sure that’s something that just happens. He couldn’t love any other person by simply looking into their eyes, or holding their hand in his. He couldn’t love unconditionally. He couldn’t even love football without hating it at the same time. So. Michael thinks he’s not capable of loving, but Darren doesn’t believe him.
It’s because Darren has caught glimpses of it in his eyes, felt it crawl in sensations against his skin, heard whispers of it every night. There’s just something in the way Michael touches his neck, pushing softly on the pulse. There’s something in the way Michael smiles when he feels the gentle thudthudthud - the way he pulls Darren closer, wanting to feel it not just in his hand, but his entire body. And Michael feels, but doesn’t know; doesn’t know what he feels.
Darren never tells Michael that he doesn’t think he has to be anything special. He knows he doesn’t, actually. All Darren wants is to be the best at making him happy.
Michael never tells Darren that he loves him. He knows he doesn’t have to. Darren knows without him saying, anyways.
Three Times Darren (Accidentally) Kissed Michael
i.
Darren had a knack of always being at the right place, at the right time. He was watching Michael move fluidly through the kitchen, grabbing paper plates and bags of chips. It was in the midst of a swift turn that he lost his footing, plates and chips flying in the air (probably landing in a big mess over somewhere on the right). Darren wasn’t even paying attention, busy talking to Michael’s back (hand gestures and all) until Michael’s entire weight came crashing down into his arms. It all happened quick, Darren’s head tilting forward at the impact, then lips crashing against one another.
It took a few moments, before, “What was I talking about, again?”
“I have no idea,” Michael answered quietly. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
ii.
With a yawn, Darren walked towards the door to open it for Michael. They had just finished another one of their movie nights, and it was nearly midnight. Michael passed by him muttering a good night when (out of instinct) Darren leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Goodnight,” he smiled. “Until next time.”
(He wasn’t sure he was talking about movies anymore, though.)
iii.
“I had this dream last night about a strawberry.”
“A strawberry?”
“Actually, I don’t know what it was. But we’ll say yes to the strawberry.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t either. I mean, I didn’t even have strawberries for dinner - I had broccoli.”
Michael rolled his eyes, “Is their a point to this?”
“Yes,” Darren smiled. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why the dream?”
“I’m not some kind of dream analyzer. Ask Rio.”
“I did, but he somehow made it all sexual…”
“From a strawberry?”
“Exactly!”
Michael laughed, “You’re mad.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not ---” Darren leans forward to stop Michael in mid sentence. Soft lips finding his, then, “What was that for?”
A shrug. “Not sure,” and then a smile, “but did you know you smelled like strawberries?”