A BRIDGE AMONG TWO NATIONS (46/?)
Title: A Bridge Among Two Nations
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Schnidal (Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal)
Character crew: Bernd Schneider
Disclaimer: F.I.C.T.I.O.N
Warning:Unbetaed.
Summary: Sometimes love is a bridge for communication among two totally different nations.
In this part - A quote is more than thousand words: "The more I come to understand, the touch of my hand" (Britney Spears' "Touch of My Hand")
Previously
Bernd knows so much how means being next to a humble, care and nice person; who carries many wounds inside himself.
He knows that Arturo is a good sportsman; who has potential for World Cup.- Everybody knows that, less one.
Because of that, Schnix gets pissed off.
But the rememberance of his skin, mouth and hands makes him remember that someday nobody will question nothing and everything's happening must end.
At least Adler, Dum and Vidal will see the face of the man which screwed up their lives in a mugshot.
But the mugshot will not be for their sexual attacks, it will be for a thing worse than that: hate crime.
While journalists are looking for him at the sky, sea and land, Schnix gets his pants down. The dressing room is just for him... just he and the soccer jersey with the last name of the man he loves.
At last the hand on his crotch. He feels soft and thin.
He knows very well his body, like in the old times, in Jena. Before Leverkusen, before Vidal...
He tries to contain himself. For not being heard anywhere... bitting his lower lip he released his underwear leaving his intimacy already free.
He shivers while caressing his thighs. His other hand tries not to release the soccer jersey, but he holds it to caress his neck and shoulder.
"Ah, ja" Schnix moans softly in his language.
Cutting air through silence... taking effect... but he leaves the jersey below, covering his pubic hair... underneath of that beautiful clothes, which is more than work clothes he feels wet while his hand is coming closer. He knows exactly what it is...
But he's still thinking about what's going on outside, then he realizes that there's no sound...
At last!
A river of memories running through his mind, the first time he made love with Arturo, for serendipity... that day in Slovakia.
But more than that... the first time Arturo said in German "I love you"...
The passion explodes while he moves slower and rhythmically without music. His chest blushes while moaning. A nice song coming from his heart, a nice dance coming from soul.
The deeper heat coming from body...
He cannot stand it anymore. He crosses the jersey through his neck. He can still feel it...
It feels warm...
Liquid...
A hot but tender exclamation is heard around.
His hand is stained. The jersey is wet.
The other hand, which is clean makes him want to clean the dirty one, but he cannot stain an object of such sublime inspiration.
He washes his hands and after that he dries them with a piece of paper.
Alcohol gel for complete.
Getting his pants up. Time to comeback to normal state.
But he cannot forget what he have already done, so he looks at the jersey again at the front, now goes at the back and there it is...The number once more... the last name he adores.
He takes it and kisses it like his owner wearing it.
Shirtless he holds it and begins to dance very slow.
"I love you so much" Schnix whispers "I don't know what to do without you"
This time the tears are tears of joy. He puts the jersey on it, combs his hair with his own fingers and goes out of the dressing room and walks through the stadium.
Bayer II out to the parking zone.
The spotlight is there...once more.
"Why you are dressing Vidal's jersey?"
"I'm supporting him. That's all...huh? He's a unique person. Don't mess up with him or you'll lose him."
OWNED!
A good message for German media.
But at the following day Bild was titling:
"After the press conference the White Brazilian wears Vidal's jersey
SCHNIX CUCKOO?
'He's a unique person.Don't mess up
or you'll lose him' he said."
tbc. 05/22/2010