Title: Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,583
Pairings/Character(s): Adam Johnson/David Silva/Joe Hart/David Villa any and all combinations
Disclaimer: Not real... ;_;
Summary: It’s England versus Spain, and Silva and Joe have a bet. Adam and Villa want to watch.
Beta’ed By:
albion_lassAuthor’s note: 2011 FBSlash Holiday exchange fic for the lovely and amazing
looneyluna <3
The rain is beating down on the window, drowning out noise from the city outside. He doesn’t know what time it is- sometime after dinner but it was already dark when they ate. Keeping track of the time has never been something he’s good at, be it hours in the day or days in the week, month, or year. It’s funny that when you’re a child the days pass almost tortuously slow, but as you get older they seem to fly by. He thinks if he understood how precious time was a few years ago, then maybe he wouldn’t have so many regrets.
“What are you thinking about?”
“The game.” A smirk. “I’m going to score a hat trick against your precious Keeper.”
David loves the way Silva smiles when he laughs- how it slowly creeps up his face starting with his lips until it reaches his eyes, the way he tilts his head back. The fact that he knows Silva well enough to break down his smile and know what each different one means is proof that their time together was not wasted. It’s been over a year now and though they’ve mostly moved on, when they are back together it seems like no time has passed at all.
“Don’t score them all. I want to see the look on Joe’s face when I score against him. I think-”
There’s a rattling noise of a phone vibrating on a table. Silva pulls himself away from David to reach for it. David watches as Silva snorts, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he types out a response. Not even a minute later the phone is ringing; Silva rolls his eyes and sits up to answer it.
David’s English is terrible at worst and non existent at best. He understands maybe one word out of ten. There are two voices on the other line- one boisterous and one calm- and it doesn’t take him long to figure out it’s Joe and Adam. The smile on Silva’s face brings a scowl to David’s. He’s glad Silva isn’t looking at him.
Jealousy is a fickle son of a bitch. David has been with others since he left Valencia. He knows Silva has had casual flings, but no one important…until Adam. Their relationship is a strange one- Adam knows that Silva still sleeps with David but doesn’t say anything about it. It gives David some sick satisfaction knowing that he has a piece of Silva that Adam can’t have. He hates that Adam has parts of Silva that were once David’s. There was a time where David could have demanded monogamy from Silva and Silva would have obeyed. But that time is gone and Silva is not the same timid little boy who left for England. There’s a distinct change and David wonders how much of that change was England and how much was Adam.
The room is silent and David looks up and sees Silva staring at him, biting his lower lip. Silva looks away again, says something in an uncertain tone before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. Placing the phone on silent, he puts it down before crawling back into bed.
“We have this game,” Silva tells him a few minutes later as David is winding his fingers through Silva’s hair a little tighter than he would normally do. “It’s a sort of a betting game, between some of us at City. Joe and I…for the game tomorrow we made this bet and Adam agreed.” Silva frowns. “So you or I need to score tomorrow. England can’t win.”
“What’s the bet?” David narrows his eyes.
Silva just smiles impishly. “Wembley is a special place and Joe and I have unfinished business there.”
David knows what that smile means. He rolls his eyes and wonders just what happens in the Manchester City locker room. David never asks who Silva’s been with- it’s none of his business. Silva doesn’t ask him. Neither of them asks, because it’s not supposed to matter. It does though, and David hates that it does.
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Before the game, as they wait in the tunnel to line up, Silva is greeted by a slew of City teammates. Every single one of his teammates who plays for England comes up to greet him, except for Adam. David wonders if Adam is sulking somewhere because he’s on the bench or if he’s avoiding crossing paths with Silva while David is around. Ahead he sees Joe speaking with Pepe and he glares at the tall blond. A minute later Gerard is there and the two are laughing about something. David didn’t know that Joe and Gerard knew each other, but now that he does he feels like the world just became a more dangerous place.
David narrows his eyes as Silva steps up to Joe. The keeper leans down and embraces Silva. The smile on Silva’s face is blinding. It shouldn’t hurt to see Silva with his new teammates; David wonders if this is how Silva feels when David is with his Barcelona teammates. Joe is still holding Silva’s forearms as a whispered something passes between them. The barest hint of a red overtakes Silva’s face as Joe laughs; Villa scowls. Silva returns to the Spanish side of the tunnel and sees the dark looks David shoots Joe out of the corner of his eye. Silva laughs.
The game is just a friendly, but the locker room is still quiet at half time. David is fuming that he hasn’t scored yet even though he knows being angry won’t solve anything. Silva is sitting next to him, lips pressed tightly together. Del Bosque is subbing Silva out and Silva is annoyed that he won’t be able to score against Joe.
“You better score,” Silva grumbles, eyes boring holes into the floor. “Fucking Lampard.”
David wants to score- it’s as much a part of him as breathing is. He doesn’t though as the chance never materializes. Silva is brooding on the bench, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he watches the game. David steals glances at him every so often and it’s not until Adam is subbed on that his expression changes. There’s only the smallest trace of a smile, most people wouldn’t even know it was there. David sees it though, the way Silva’s eyes light up when Adam steps on the field. David hopes Adam falls flat on his face.
When the final whistle blows, Silva slumps down in his seat and huffs. David understands as he hates losing too. Normally he’d be in a foul mood and feel nothing else, but today he feels a little tinge of sadistic glee that Silva has lost whatever the bet is. It’s the only positive thought in his head as he trudges to the tunnel. He thinks about the Euros and how he’s going to make it his quest to slot at least three goals in against England if they face each other. Looking further down the tunnel, he sees Silva standing there with his jersey off, helping Joe remove his armbands and gloves so they can trade jerseys. David’s sneer grows and he thinks seven goals would be more appropriate.
“Someone steal your favorite toy?” Gerard asks with a grin as he walks by.
“Go fuck yourself,” David mutters as Gerard laughs.
David is out of his kit and in the showers in record time. He legs ache with the effort of playing the full ninety. As he lets the water beat against him, he’s aware of an uneasy feeling in his chest- the tired weight of playing a full game mixed with something constricting. He stares darkly at the tiles in front of him. He’s caught up in himself and doesn’t see Silva slip into the locker room. It isn’t until Silva is almost finished with the shower next to him that he even realizes he’s there.
“I need you to cover for me,” Silva whispers over the drum of the water.
“Why?” David grumbles, not bothering to look up. “Going to see your boyfriend?” He says boyfriend like it’s a dirty word.
“No.” David can hear the frown on Silva’s lips. “I told you, I had a bet. I have to go pay up.”
David looks up. “Now?” Silva responds with a smile that borders on a leer. David looks around to make sure no one is listening to them. “I don’t trust them. I’m coming.”
“Are you?” Silva raises an eyebrow and David wonders when Silva because such an independent, feisty little prick. “Feeling voyeuristic?”
David doesn’t respond. He turns off the water and heads back to the locker room. David’s not into voyeurism and he could care less about other people’s sex lives. Every one’s but Silva’s. He wants to see what this bet entails, and he wants to watch Silva. He wants to know if Joe can pull the same reactions from Silva as he can. David needs to know he’s the best Silva’s ever had.
Ten minutes later he’s dressed and following the instructions Silva left him to find an out of the way trainer room. His face is a perfectly schooled look of indifference until he arrives in the corridor the room is in and sees Adam standing outside the door. David pauses; Adam is distracted and doesn’t notice him. He’s standing there with his arm extended, as if he’s about to knock on the door, but is too indecisive to do so. David clears his throat as he approaches and Adam turns to look at him. There’s a long, painfully awkward silence between them as David stares at Adam and Adam looks everywhere but at David. David finds some enjoyment out of how uncomfortable he is able to make the younger man.
‘Yeah, that’s right,’ David thinks as he turns to knock on the door. ‘I’m David Fucking Villa- who the hell are you?’
When the door opens, Joe is standing there with a grin that can only be described as cheeky and says something that flies over David’s limited grasp of English. Whatever he said makes Adam snap out an irritated response and push past the blond. Joe is amused as he winks at David and motions for him to enter the room.
Silva’s sitting on the edge of a treatment table, legs dangling and nowhere close to touching the ground. The small player looks like a child, but David knows he’s anything but. David watches as Silva reaches out to Adam, whispering something to him as he interlaces their fingers. There’s a frown on Adam’s face as he speaks, but Silva’s soft words and gentle smiles eventually coax a laugh from Adam. Silva is hypnotizing; David frowns and wonders when Silva stopped needing him and he started needing Silva.
David has to look away from Silva and Adam. Time hasn’t made it any easier to swallow. He focuses instead on the room, the one treatment bench his eyes are avoiding and another with an atrocious manbag on it- it can only belong to the equally obnoxious Keeper. There’s a bathroom tucked into the back corner and a few chairs by the door. It’s a sterile, normal treatment room hidden back out of the way. David wonders how they stumbled upon it and if they’ve used the room before. Inwardly shrugging, he sits down in the chair closest to the door in case he decides he needs to leave. Eventually Adam lets go of Silva and sits in the chair furthest away from David.
“Are you sure you want to stay?” Silva asks David as Joe begins pulling items from the bag; David doesn’t say anything.
There’s something so beautifully fucked up about the whole situation. The uneasiness in the room is damn near suffocating. David is sneering, Adam’s hands are balled up and clutching his jeans so tight his knuckles are white, and Joe looks uncertain of what he should do. The only one who seems immune is Silva, who looks up at Joe with a wicked grin on his face. David’s never been good at communicating, and he finds it mesmerizing the way Silva doesn’t need words to let someone know exactly what he wants.
Adam looks down at the floor when Silva reaches up to pull Joe down to him. David forces himself to watch as Silva gently presses his lips against Joe. David had it in his mind that the two had fooled around before, but Joe’s hesitancy leads him to think otherwise. Joe is tense at first, however Silva distracts him from any other thoughts but the two of them and they move faster, rougher. A surprised sound comes from the back of Joe’s throat as Silva bites down on his lower lip. Next to David, Adam shifts uncomfortably in his seat. When Silva pulls away, his lips are red and swollen; David feels an unwanted curl of lust in his lower belly. His scowl deepens.
Soon their shirts are on the floor. Silva maneuvers Joe into sitting on the table and climbs on top of him, straddling his lap. Joe’s cock is straining against the fabric of the shorts he’s wearing and Silva grinds himself up and down, pressing into Joe and pulling out pained and impatient moans. There are red marks on Joe’s pale skin from Silva’s fingernails scratching down to their current resting place on his chest. Joe murmurs something against Silva’s lips and Silva stills. Silva is so small compared to Joe that Joe has no problem picking him up. He lays him down on the table and David is reminded of an overgrown boy playing with a ragdoll.
Grabbing the edge of Silva’s shorts, Joe tugs them down and tosses them into the corner. Silva is hard, cock lying against his stomach as he stares up at Joe. The way Silva is sucking on his lower lip, his eyes dark, makes David shift in his seat. Silva’s legs are splayed open and he looks like the very picture of temptation. Joe says something that makes Silva laugh as he rests his large hands on Silva’s thighs. David doesn’t know how Silva can be so relaxed as exposed as he is. It’s a side of Silva that David has never seen and he wonders if it’s new or something he felt he need to keep hidden.
Joe’s much larger body covers Silva’s as he reaches down, wrapping a hand around Silva’s cock and giving a few experimental pumps. Silva makes a noise that’s halfway between a whimper and a gasp as he presses his hips up toward Joe’s hand. There’s a smile on Joe’s lips as he kisses Silva’s shoulder, biting down on it until Silva hisses, and kissing and licking at the marks he leaves. David’s eyes narrow- he doesn’t like the idea of other people marking Silva. When he steals a glance at Adam, he knows he doesn’t like it either. Adam has a hawkish stare, like a predator, and he’s sizing up Joe like he’s a challenger. David thinks Adam’s jealous and possessive streak go a lot deeper than Silva realizes.
Silva says something, voice simultaneously breathless and demanding. Joe shrugs and responds, laughing as he reaches for the bottle of lube. There’s too much laughing and giggling between the pair of them, and David feels like there’s a secret or inside joke between the two of them. It doesn’t feel like anyone has lost a bet except for Adam and himself.
A frown comes onto David’s face as he watches Joe squeeze lube onto his fingers. The blonde’s fingers are huge and as Joe slides the first one in, David wonders if Silva can physically take all of Joe without hurting himself. One finger is fine and two is even better judging by the wrecked expression on Silva’s face and his erratic breathing. Joe has to keep his free hand on Silva’s hip to keep his back flat on the table. They can see his muscles tense up as Joe twists his fingers in, curling and scissoring them to stretch Silva, pulling the most elicit noises from his mouth. David bites the inside of his cheek in an attempt to fend off his unwanted arousal, but it doesn’t work. Judging by the way Adam is all but squirming in his seat, he doubts it’s working for him either.
Joe goes to add a third finger, but Silva stops him. He says something that David doesn’t need to speak English to understand. Silva has always been into a bit of pain, but as Joe pulls his shorts off and reaches for a condom, David thinks Silva might be in over his head. Joe has an obscenely large dick, and David feels sympathy pain for Silva; there’s no way the smaller man will walk without a limp or sit comfortably for a while. As he rolls on a condom, Joe adds extra lube to prevent any unnecessary pain before he lines himself up. Out of the corner of his eye David sees Adam look away again with a barely audible huff. David wonders why Adam came at all when he knew what was going to happen. Maybe Adam just needed to see for himself that for all of Silva’s good qualities, monogamy is not one of them.
Silva’s back arches up off the table as Joe pushes into him. A pained whimper comes from his mouth as his body stretches to accommodate Joe. There’s something beautiful in a way David can’t find words to describe as he watches Joe whisper into Silva’s ear and plant soft little kisses all over his face as he continues to push in. A full minute passes before Joe is all the way in. They stay joined like that a moment longer, Joe covering Silva’s tiny body as he acclimates to the intrusion.
“Okay,” Silva says, his voice tight.
Joe doesn’t move, he just stares down at Silva like he doesn’t believe him. Reaching down, he brushes Silva’s hair out of his eyes and rests their foreheads together. He doesn’t move until he feels the tension leave Silva’s body and he’s relaxed. David thinks Joe is treating Silva like he’ll break, but he can’t deny the subtle looks of adoration that Joe gives Silva. He wonders if anyone is immune to Silva once he sets his sights on them. Looking over to see if Adam is watching, David catches Adam staring back at him. He raises an eyebrow and Adam shrugs before pretending to be interested in his nails. David is pretty sure Adam will look everywhere but at Silva and Joe and he knows the other two have noticed.
Rolling his eyes, he turns back to watch Joe slowly fuck Silva. It’s hard to take his eyes away from where Joe’s large cock is sliding into Silva. Silva’s eyes are shut and he’s sucking on his lower lip; he looks like he’s just on the line between pain and pleasure. Joe is murmuring into Silva’s ear and Silva is responding in little cries and moans. He’s still whispering as he slows and eventually stops. Silva’s eyes open and he reaches up to wrap his arms around Joe’s shoulders. The larger player picks Silva up and turns them so Joe is sitting and Silva is straddling him. Silva keeps his arms wrapped around Joe, their lips nipping and smashing against each other as Silva moves up and down. When he sits down, Joe’s cock disappears completely inside of him. For a minute, he just rocks back and forth on Joe, savoring the feeling of being filled.
When they switch positions again, Joe bends Silva over the table and takes him from behind. The sex is faster, rougher, but not as intimate; David sees that Adam has started watching. Joe is still whispering in Silva’s ear, planting kisses and bites along his jaw, neck, and shoulders. Silva’s moaning now, begging for it in English and Spanish. At one point Joe wraps a hand into Silva’s hair and pulls his head up, forcing him to look at Adam and David. It’s the first time he’s looked at them; Adam’s breath hitches and David has to bite his lip to keep for doing the same.
“Adam,” Silva moans as he calls to Adam, lifting a hand from the table and motioning for Adam to come to him.
David is an unmoving statue as he watches Adam slowly rise to his feet. His movements are close to unnatural, as if he doesn’t want to move but he’s compelled to. Adam is a puppet and Silva is the puppet master. Adam is hesitant when Silva kisses him, like he’s not used to kissing in front of others and he wants to keep what he has with Silva private. Joe tells Adam something and Adam shakes his head no. He asks again, this time Silva staring up at him and saying please. Adam crouches down so he’s eye level with Silva and asks him something, confirming that Silva also wants what Joe has asked.
David doesn’t think there’s been another moment in his life when he was both painfully aroused and insanely jealous. Adam steps out of his clothing under everyone’s hungry eyes. His cock is swollen and red as he steps in front of Silva. Joe doesn’t stop thrusting into Silva as Silva takes Adam in his mouth. Silva doesn’t look at Adam as he swipes his tongue around the tip and runs it along the underside- he chooses instead to stare at David. David sees the wicked amusement on Silva’s face as he begins to pump Adam’s cock in and out of his mouth, as if daring David to make a move. Adam’s eyes are closed, one hand is on his lower stomach and the other is fisted in Silva’s hair. Silva moans around Adam’s cock, the sound muffled and wet. David scowls as he watches Silva move between Joe and Adam, the noises coming from his mouth and going straight to David’s dick.
Joe grunts something indiscernible and Adam’s eyes open. He looks at Joe like the Keeper is crazy, and steals a glance at David before quickly looking away again. Silva pulls off of Adam’s cock with a wet slurp and a loud pop. He reaches forward and starts pumping it up and down, words spilling from his mouth in a suggestive tone. David hears his name in there somewhere. From the way Adam is looking at him and the smile on Silva’s lips, David has a feeling he knows what they’re talking about.
“David.” David hates that when Silva calls his name like that, voice heavy and wanting, he has to respond. “David, I want you to… with Adam.” he looks at Adam and back at David.
David doesn’t know what to say. Adam is standing there gnawing on his lip, looking at the ground as Silva licks the tip of his cock like it’s a lollipop. Part of him wants to storm out of the room and forget this ever happened, but part of him is intrigued. David doesn’t understand what Silva sees in Adam and he wants to know. He wants to know what Adam has that he doesn't.
“Okay,” David’s voice is clipped as Silva smirks and Joe laughs.
There’s too much tension and animosity between Adam and David for anything sexual between them to be not rough or a power struggle. David has Adam pinned against the wall as he grinds his erection against Adam’s. Adam’s hands are on David’s hips gripping hard enough to leave bruises. Every time David does something new and pushes at Adam, Adam pushes right back. David has underestimated Adam- just because he’s quiet doesn’t mean he’s shy. He might be Silva’s puppet, but in the end David is too and this just entangles their strings even more. They are both aware Silva is watching them and in the back of his mind, David wonders if this is what Silva wanted.
David grunts as Adam bites down hard on his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood and leave marks that he doesn’t want to have to explain. There’s no love lost between the two of them. Adam’s hand comes down and palms David through his shorts, squeezing hard enough that the line between pain and pleasure starts to blur. David bites Adam’s lip, causing the younger man to hiss in pain. His clothes end up on the floor and Adam is on his knees with David’s cock bumping against the back of his throat. David wants to pull Adam’s hair and fuck his mouth, but he’s more than aware that Adam will use his teeth if David pushes too hard. Adam know what he’s doing as his tongue presses against the head of David’s cock in the right places, drawing David further and further into the hot, wet heat of his mouth. He never makes a noise and David knows he doesn’t want anyone to think he’s enjoying it. David locks eyes with Silva, once again laying down as Joe slowly thrusts into him.
David pulls himself out of Adam’s mouth and pulls him up to his feet. Grabbing the lube from the other table, David spins Adam around so he’s braced up against the wall. David rarely bottoms and he’s not bottoming for one of the banes of his existence. Adam seems resigned to the fact, standing with his legs spread. David doesn’t bother prepping him, and just slathers lube onto his cock before pressing his way in. Adam doesn’t whimper or tense up, instead he presses down against David, curling backward with a small sigh. As he drives up into him, David turns his head to look at Silva. David sees satisfaction in those eyes, as if this was the end game and there was no bet; he doubts there ever was one. Two can play at that game. Or four as it were.
Taking a step back from Adam, he turns him around. Wrapping a hand around Adam’s neck, David presses against him, drawing their lips together. He takes his time in exploring Adam’s mouth, licking his way inside, moaning. Adam is pliant against him and David thinks he’s caught on. When they break apart, David sees the satisfaction is gone, replaced by confusion and jealousy. Adam leans in to kiss him again and David feels the smirk on his lips.
Adam takes David’s hand and pulls him over to the open table. He sits on the edge, legs open and pulling David to stand between them, wrapping his arms around David’s waist. David rests a hand on Adam’s shoulder and reaches down to grab Adam’s cock with the other. Their foreheads rest together and David feels the hot puffs of Adam’s breath across his cheek as he moves his hand up and down. The sounds coming from the back of Adam’s mouth make him even harder. David lets go. He pulls Adam forward the slightest bit, so one of Adam’s legs is on the ground and he wraps Adam’s other leg around his hip and holds it there. Adam’s arms come up and wrap around David’s shoulders as David slides his cock back in. David grits his teeth; Adam is so hot and tight. He presses their mouths back together, swallowing all of the noises Adam makes as he finds a rhythm.
When they break apart to breathe, they both turn their heads to the table next to them. Silva is not watching them. Joe has Silva back on his lap, helping him bounce up and down. Joe’s breathing is becoming erratic and he’s begging Silva to move faster. Silva’s lips are attached to Joe’s neck, sucking and kissing, leaving little marks that will be hard to explain. Joe’s breathing hitches and Silva stops moving. He says something and Silva climbs off of him. Joe quickly removes the condom and Silva’s mouth is on his cock, licking loudly and sucking the tip into his mouth as Joe cries out and begins to come.
Adam turns his head away, rests it against David’s chest- he doesn't want to watch. In contrast, David can’t stop watching. After Joe collapses on the table into a boneless heap, Silva starts to clean off the come that landed on his face, sucking his fingers into his mouth. Silva stares at David while doing so, and David presses harder, deeper into Adam, causing him to moan. Silva frowns and David notices he’s still hard. David slows down and Adam looks up at him, sees Silva watching them and nods. Before David pulls away, Adam steals a kiss, light a gentle, something David feels was means just for him.
David motions to the table and Silva crawls on top, laying on his back. David pulls out of Adam, careful not to hurt him. Reaching for the condoms, he rips one off and hands it to Adam. Adam takes his time rolling it on, enjoying the impatient huffs coming from Silva. When it’s on, he presses the tip of his cock against Silva’s opening with just enough pressure for it to feel good but not hard enough to penetrate. David smirks as Silva begins to beg. Adam looks back at David, suggestive grin on his face. David knows what he wants.
Stepping up behind him, David takes a firm hold on Adam’s hips. There are already bruises forming from earlier and he hopes they will remain for a while. He likes the idea that Silva will have to look at marks that David left on Adam. As David enters Adam, he presses all the way in and keeps pressing forward so that Adam enters Silva. Adam’s entire body tenses up between them, the feeling of being penetrated while being inside someone is nearly too much for him to handle. David presses kisses into the back of Adam’s neck and Silva licks at Adam’s mouth as they attempt to calm him down.
When David thinks Adam has relaxed enough, he lessens his grip. His hands are still there guiding Adam as he helps him find a rhythm. Silva props himself up on his elbows, hands reaching for Adam’s hips and intertwining his fingers with David’s. They move Adam between them, pulling pleasure from him and for him.
They don’t last long; they were already too far gone when they started. Adam freezes as David presses into him at a different angle. David holds Adam tightly between him and Silva as Adam begins to orgasm. It starts a domino effect; Adam is clamping down tight and hot and David doesn’t hold back, screwing his eyes shut as he comes hard with a loud groan. Silva’s half sob, half moan is muffled and he knows Adam’s mouth is covering Silva’s.
David doesn’t open his eyes until something soft hits him in the face. The cheeky smile is back on Joe’s face as he chucks another towel in Adam’s direction- David forgot Joe was in the room. Grabbing the towel, David slowly pulls out of Adam, who has collapsed down onto Silva. Going into the bathroom, David pulls off the condom and flushes it down the toilet. Wetting the towel, he wipes the lube and sweat from his body. His legs felt weak before, but now they’re like jelly and he has to grab the sink for a few minutes. Waiting until his breathing evens out, he re-enters the room. Adam and Silva are lying side by side on the treatment table, Joe is gone.
Adam is kissing Silva, murmuring broken words across Silva’s lips. David hears and sees a level of intimacy between the two that he never shared with Silva. It should make him sad or jealous, but it doesn’t. David sees the level of devotion Adam has to Silva in the way he’s running his fingers over Silva’s side, the adoration in his eyes, and the way Silva’s name falls from his lips. David thinks he understands what Silva sees in Adam- Adam has parts of Silva that David never had.
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“You could have just asked me.”
They’re back in their hotel room later that night, declining invitations for going out with the others. A bad movie is on the television, but they’re not watching it. Silva looks up at David from where he’s flipping through a magazine.
“Would you have come if I did?”
David thinks about it before he shrugs. “Probably not.” He frowns. “How’d you convince Johnson?”
“Convince him?” Silva looks confused for a minute before he sighs. “This was Adam’s idea.” David raises his eyebrows. “He said he wanted to understand what I saw in you.”
That throws David for a loop and he stares at Silva like he doesn’t believe him. He does though; deep down he knows what it’s like to be insecure over Silva. Sighing, David flops down and throws an arm around Silva. He’s never had all the pieces and he knows he never will, but he can’t be mad because Silva’s never had all of him either. David is glad that Silva has someone like Adam who will be there when David is finally able to give up the pieces he still holds. Silva sets down the magazine and presses a kiss and a smile against David’s lips. Reaching for David’s hand, Silva intertwines their fingers and rests their hands on his stomach. David isn’t going to let go anytime soon.