Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 2
Title: Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 2
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 2,338 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1
A/N: You can read this on AO3.
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 2
What the fuck is going on here?!
Lukas lay staring at the ceiling of the cabin, still couldn't believe what's happening. It didn't make any fucking sense. How could he wake up in Ibiza when last night he lay down in Turkey? How could today be August the 1st all over again when it's already yesterday? How could Bastian be here? How could his wife and son be in Cologne and not with him on this yacht? There were so many questions running through his mind at the same time until Lukas felt like gagging so he took in a deep breath. He could hear the sound of running water from the shower Bastian's using. The blonde had asked him to get in together but Lukas shook his head a bit too eagerly. Bastian snickered and disappeared behind the curtain, didn't mind closing the door in case the Pole changed his mind.
Maybe this is all just a dream, Lukas told himself. He's still dreaming because this couldn't be really happening. Though he'd pinched his cheeks a hundred times to see if he's hurt, he's hurt, of course. But still this could be all just a dream, there's no more logical explanation because he recalled vaguely he’d thought about being with Bastian on his birthday before his mind plunged into a slumbering darkness. On one hand, he felt so embarrassed that his mind had such a perverted imagination that it created a dream with Bastian as his lover.
'Bastian as his lover', that thought echoed in his skull. Fuck, that sounded terribly wrong and at the same time he really liked it. Lukas blushed, feeling embarrassed with himself again.
The sound of running water stopped and after a minute Bastian appeared off the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hips and another towel in hand with which he used to ruffle his hair dry. Lukas held his breath, Bastian looked so beautiful in the morning light with the fresh scent of lemongrass which was the Bavarian's favourite. He stood by the door and looked at Lukas and the Pole did his best to avoid those curious olive eyes. "Are you alright, Luki?" He asked eventually. Lukas saw him striding towards the bed from peripheral vision and he's suddenly discomfited.
"Yeah?"
Before he had time to cover his anxiety of having no clue of what's going on, Bastian reached the bed and in one fluid movement, straddled his hips. Lukas startled and stared at the Bavarian with wide eyes.
At least this time he had his bits covered by the blanket. He couldn't find his clothes, though, so he thought they might just come straight from the shower to bed without bothering with the clothes last night. The thought of what they might have done made him blush crimson again. He thought of taking some clothes from the wardrobe but he’s afraid it might look suspicious so eventually he decided to lie still under the duvet up to his chin.
"You seem off this morning," Bastian said and leaned in, olive eyes staring into Lukas' in seek of a hidden cause so the Pole averted his to somewhere else, preferably not on Bastian's body. He's also very aware of his nakedness under the quilt and that some of his body parts were affected by dint of the sight of a particular sexy someone and was intensified further by the close proximity. He couldn't breathe properly.
"Umm, I have a hangover, maybe." He recalled Bastian mentioning earlier about some bottles of tequila so he might as well use that for his benefit.
Bastian didn't answer but kept looking into Lukas' pale blue eyes. After a long uncomfortable silence during which the Bavarian still couldn't quite find the answer he liked, he leaned in and kissed the Pole on the lips once again. This time though Lukas still hadn't prepared for it, it wasn't shocking as much. Nevertheless, his heart drummed frantically against his ribcage and he prayed to any God that cared to listen right now that Bastian didn't hear it.
"Okay, then," the Bavarian said after eventually pulling away. He still looked at Lukas suspiciously but seemed to be more certain that he's still his same old Lukas. "Are you going to take a shower?"
"Umm, yeah."
To cause no further suspicions, Lukas got up and walked to the bathroom naked while feeling Bastian's eyes on his back the whole time. The shower cleared his head and it's the first time in this morning that he felt calm about the whole bizarre incident. When he wrapped a towel around his hips, he found that he now had the courage to handle everything God deemed necessary to throw his way, he'd catch it like a fabulous striker that he was and shoot a fantastic goal like it's a cannon ball.
Bastian wasn't there when he got out and Lukas almost felt relieved that he could dress in private. Getting out of the cabin, he strolled along the short hallway to the deck and found Bastian talking to someone. "I guess we can stay there all day," the Bavarian was saying. Lukas took the opportunity to look around. The yacht was small and they seemed to be the only ones on board except the crews since he didn't see anyone he recognized. The sun was still not high in the east so it wasn't that late. His stomach grumbled and he saw that Bastian had a churro in hand.
"Oh, you're here." The Bavarian saw him and also noticed that Lukas' eyes were on the churro rather than his face. "Hungry?" Reaching Lukas, he broke off the churro and offered a morsel to his mouth. The Pole hesitated for only a second before taking the piece of food in his mouth because he's too hungry to refuse. Bastian broke off another morsel. "Roberto will take us to a hidden serene cove. We can swim there and ride jet ski if you want, then we'll come back to party here in the evening."
"Oh." Roberto must be the captain. Bastian feed him again and this time he accepted the food willingly. It's good, though.
"Do you want some coffee?" The blonde asked, and without waiting for Lukas' answer, entwined their fingers together and dragged him to the kitchen.
Lukas felt dazed, it might be because of the heat of Ibiza's sun but he knew it's not. They reached a cabin that looked like kitchen and Bastian released his hand so he sat down on a chair. The Bavarian strode to the counter to make coffee for both of them and Lukas suddenly realized that today was Bastian's birthday, as he'd told him before, so he should be the one coddling him, not the other way around. He got up from the chair.
"Do you want a hand?" He asked as approaching Bastian from behind. Lovers or not, Bastian's still his friend and he used to be comfortable around him, Lukas didn't think that could change. Bastian turned his head and smiled and Lukas stopped dead in his tracks just behind the Bavarian.
"You better cook me brunch." He turned around and handed Lukas the mug. The smell of coffee permeated the air making Lukas' mouth water but he just stood there, so very close. Bastian's lean body looked trapped by the Pole's larger frame and Lukas had to resist the urge to step in further and close the gap between them. "Hey, take the mug," Bastian reminded him lovingly, he chuckled and didn't seem to mind their close proximity. After Lukas had taken the mug from him, the blonde caught the edge of the counter behind him with his free hand and leaned against it comfortably, sipping his coffee and looking at Lukas over the rim of his mug the same way he'd always looked at Lukas. And it dawned on him, for the first time, he must have got accustomed to it until he had overlooked it for the ten years that they knew each other, but Bastian always looked at him like this.
Like Lukas was the only thing that mattered.
The Pole felt his heart race in his chest and the urge to push Bastian's mug away and replace it with his lips got stronger. He took in a deep breath, he needed to get a grip, for fuck's sake! "What do you want for brunch?" He asked. Bastian smiled.
"Pancakes!" He said gleefully. Lukas raised his brow, amused.
"You want pancakes for brunch on your birthday?"
"Yeah. Why not? Unless you can bake strawberry cheesecake for me, that is." He giggled. His eyes sparkled like a child who'd just got a new toy and he looked both cute and mischievous at the same time. "And maybe some sausages," he added.
Finally Lukas made pancakes, sausages and scrambled eggs for them both. After brunch, they got up to the deck and Bastian said, "Take your shirt off, Luki."
"What?" The Pole's bewildered.
Bastian looked at him funnily. "Yes, hurry up, so we can have sex here before anyone comes out." The answer stunned Lukas, the images of Bastian and him having sex flashed into his mind and his face heated up. Bastian gazed at his reaction, amused. "What's wrong with you this morning? Come here, idiot." He approached the Pole, grabbed the hem of his shirt and took it off. Lukas was paralyzed to the spot and didn't protest when Bastian caught his hand, dragged him to a deck chair and put him in it.
Bastian applied sunscreen on his skin and Lukas stared at him helplessly while the other leaned over and moved dexterous hands on Lukas' chest and tried his best not to have a hard-on. He had ticklish spots on his sides and he stiffened when Bastian's hands moved there. The blonde hid his smile and tried his best to make his touches un-ticklish and Lukas thought he's quite good at what he's doing. But when he thought Bastian would be a good boy he rarely was and didn't tease him, he tickled Lukas’ sides and the Pole jumped up from his chair immediately. The Bavarian laughed so hard.
When it's his turn, Lukas squeezed the cream onto his palm, took a deep breath and applied it to the Bavarian's pale skin.
Bastian's skin was soft. He moved his hands all over the Bavarian's upper torso as well as his neck and face. He had touched it a thousand times before but not like this, not like he cherished it, like it's the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid hands on. After that, they sunbathed in deck chairs for half an hour, Bastian reading and Lukas thinking. Then the blonde dragged him to jump off the yacht and swim around the boat, Bastian being as touchy-feely as possible as usual, more than once that he jumped on Lukas' back and piggy-rode him and the Pole's heart swelled. After they're a bit tired, they rode jet skis. The atmosphere was pacific, there were only a few yachts anchored not far away. The water was cobalt if he looked down from one side of the yacht while on the other side it had turquoise color. They're surrounded by verdant trees on coral sandstone which made an amazing contrasting image against the sapphire of Mediterranean. There's no lodge in sight until Lukas thought they had the whole world to themselves. When they got on the yacht again, they're so hungry so Lukas fried sausages while Bastian cooked pasta for them both.
When they're full again, they lazed away on the yacht, joking about every ridiculous thing and Lukas realized after so many hours spending together that this Bastian was still his Bastian, his same old little bunny. He's still adorably silly while at the same time having that charismatic aura about him that Lukas always thought made him very attractive that it took less than Lukas thought to make him comfortable and become his larger-than-life self once again. The only difference now was that there didn't seem to be the concept of personal space between them in Bastian's thought, although it's just a level above their usual state of physical intimacy actually.
Lukas didn't ask many questions, he knew this didn't seem like a dream but he didn't know any better explanation so it must be a kind of dreams somehow. He didn't feel like testing his theory again because as far as he'd learnt from this reality, he could feel pain, like in real reality, he's hurt when he pinched his cheek and was bruised when he knocked his shin against a table leg. Everything felt too real and he tried to grasp it by acting as normal as a man could.
The sun was still high up when they left the cove to Ibiza Town Marina and Lukas still lay lazily in the deck chair while Bastian got down to take a shower. He's about to doze off when he felt a peck on his cheek. "Hey." Lukas sprang his eyes open and found Bastian there, his face's so close and his olive eyes looked like they're shining when reflecting Ibiza's sunlight. Lukas's breath caught in his throat and he knew he must have been looking at Bastian with something like heart eyes because eventually the blonde shyly broke their eye contact. "Don't look at me like that now, I just took a shower and you also need to-" but the Bavarian couldn't finish his sentence because Lukas lunged at him and sealed his lips with a kiss.
Bastian was surprised but then he closed his eyes, lifted his hand to run fingers through Lukas' short hair and deepened the kiss. Lukas caught the blonde's nape and pulled him in further. Bastian moaned into the kiss and the vibration ran from their connected lips straight to his groin and the Pole realized that he'd wanted this from Bastian since as long as he could remember.
To be continued in Chapter 3.
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Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 2,338 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1
A/N: You can read this on AO3.
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 2
What the fuck is going on here?!
Lukas lay staring at the ceiling of the cabin, still couldn't believe what's happening. It didn't make any fucking sense. How could he wake up in Ibiza when last night he lay down in Turkey? How could today be August the 1st all over again when it's already yesterday? How could Bastian be here? How could his wife and son be in Cologne and not with him on this yacht? There were so many questions running through his mind at the same time until Lukas felt like gagging so he took in a deep breath. He could hear the sound of running water from the shower Bastian's using. The blonde had asked him to get in together but Lukas shook his head a bit too eagerly. Bastian snickered and disappeared behind the curtain, didn't mind closing the door in case the Pole changed his mind.
Maybe this is all just a dream, Lukas told himself. He's still dreaming because this couldn't be really happening. Though he'd pinched his cheeks a hundred times to see if he's hurt, he's hurt, of course. But still this could be all just a dream, there's no more logical explanation because he recalled vaguely he’d thought about being with Bastian on his birthday before his mind plunged into a slumbering darkness. On one hand, he felt so embarrassed that his mind had such a perverted imagination that it created a dream with Bastian as his lover.
'Bastian as his lover', that thought echoed in his skull. Fuck, that sounded terribly wrong and at the same time he really liked it. Lukas blushed, feeling embarrassed with himself again.
The sound of running water stopped and after a minute Bastian appeared off the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hips and another towel in hand with which he used to ruffle his hair dry. Lukas held his breath, Bastian looked so beautiful in the morning light with the fresh scent of lemongrass which was the Bavarian's favourite. He stood by the door and looked at Lukas and the Pole did his best to avoid those curious olive eyes. "Are you alright, Luki?" He asked eventually. Lukas saw him striding towards the bed from peripheral vision and he's suddenly discomfited.
"Yeah?"
Before he had time to cover his anxiety of having no clue of what's going on, Bastian reached the bed and in one fluid movement, straddled his hips. Lukas startled and stared at the Bavarian with wide eyes.
At least this time he had his bits covered by the blanket. He couldn't find his clothes, though, so he thought they might just come straight from the shower to bed without bothering with the clothes last night. The thought of what they might have done made him blush crimson again. He thought of taking some clothes from the wardrobe but he’s afraid it might look suspicious so eventually he decided to lie still under the duvet up to his chin.
"You seem off this morning," Bastian said and leaned in, olive eyes staring into Lukas' in seek of a hidden cause so the Pole averted his to somewhere else, preferably not on Bastian's body. He's also very aware of his nakedness under the quilt and that some of his body parts were affected by dint of the sight of a particular sexy someone and was intensified further by the close proximity. He couldn't breathe properly.
"Umm, I have a hangover, maybe." He recalled Bastian mentioning earlier about some bottles of tequila so he might as well use that for his benefit.
Bastian didn't answer but kept looking into Lukas' pale blue eyes. After a long uncomfortable silence during which the Bavarian still couldn't quite find the answer he liked, he leaned in and kissed the Pole on the lips once again. This time though Lukas still hadn't prepared for it, it wasn't shocking as much. Nevertheless, his heart drummed frantically against his ribcage and he prayed to any God that cared to listen right now that Bastian didn't hear it.
"Okay, then," the Bavarian said after eventually pulling away. He still looked at Lukas suspiciously but seemed to be more certain that he's still his same old Lukas. "Are you going to take a shower?"
"Umm, yeah."
To cause no further suspicions, Lukas got up and walked to the bathroom naked while feeling Bastian's eyes on his back the whole time. The shower cleared his head and it's the first time in this morning that he felt calm about the whole bizarre incident. When he wrapped a towel around his hips, he found that he now had the courage to handle everything God deemed necessary to throw his way, he'd catch it like a fabulous striker that he was and shoot a fantastic goal like it's a cannon ball.
Bastian wasn't there when he got out and Lukas almost felt relieved that he could dress in private. Getting out of the cabin, he strolled along the short hallway to the deck and found Bastian talking to someone. "I guess we can stay there all day," the Bavarian was saying. Lukas took the opportunity to look around. The yacht was small and they seemed to be the only ones on board except the crews since he didn't see anyone he recognized. The sun was still not high in the east so it wasn't that late. His stomach grumbled and he saw that Bastian had a churro in hand.
"Oh, you're here." The Bavarian saw him and also noticed that Lukas' eyes were on the churro rather than his face. "Hungry?" Reaching Lukas, he broke off the churro and offered a morsel to his mouth. The Pole hesitated for only a second before taking the piece of food in his mouth because he's too hungry to refuse. Bastian broke off another morsel. "Roberto will take us to a hidden serene cove. We can swim there and ride jet ski if you want, then we'll come back to party here in the evening."
"Oh." Roberto must be the captain. Bastian feed him again and this time he accepted the food willingly. It's good, though.
"Do you want some coffee?" The blonde asked, and without waiting for Lukas' answer, entwined their fingers together and dragged him to the kitchen.
Lukas felt dazed, it might be because of the heat of Ibiza's sun but he knew it's not. They reached a cabin that looked like kitchen and Bastian released his hand so he sat down on a chair. The Bavarian strode to the counter to make coffee for both of them and Lukas suddenly realized that today was Bastian's birthday, as he'd told him before, so he should be the one coddling him, not the other way around. He got up from the chair.
"Do you want a hand?" He asked as approaching Bastian from behind. Lovers or not, Bastian's still his friend and he used to be comfortable around him, Lukas didn't think that could change. Bastian turned his head and smiled and Lukas stopped dead in his tracks just behind the Bavarian.
"You better cook me brunch." He turned around and handed Lukas the mug. The smell of coffee permeated the air making Lukas' mouth water but he just stood there, so very close. Bastian's lean body looked trapped by the Pole's larger frame and Lukas had to resist the urge to step in further and close the gap between them. "Hey, take the mug," Bastian reminded him lovingly, he chuckled and didn't seem to mind their close proximity. After Lukas had taken the mug from him, the blonde caught the edge of the counter behind him with his free hand and leaned against it comfortably, sipping his coffee and looking at Lukas over the rim of his mug the same way he'd always looked at Lukas. And it dawned on him, for the first time, he must have got accustomed to it until he had overlooked it for the ten years that they knew each other, but Bastian always looked at him like this.
Like Lukas was the only thing that mattered.
The Pole felt his heart race in his chest and the urge to push Bastian's mug away and replace it with his lips got stronger. He took in a deep breath, he needed to get a grip, for fuck's sake! "What do you want for brunch?" He asked. Bastian smiled.
"Pancakes!" He said gleefully. Lukas raised his brow, amused.
"You want pancakes for brunch on your birthday?"
"Yeah. Why not? Unless you can bake strawberry cheesecake for me, that is." He giggled. His eyes sparkled like a child who'd just got a new toy and he looked both cute and mischievous at the same time. "And maybe some sausages," he added.
Finally Lukas made pancakes, sausages and scrambled eggs for them both. After brunch, they got up to the deck and Bastian said, "Take your shirt off, Luki."
"What?" The Pole's bewildered.
Bastian looked at him funnily. "Yes, hurry up, so we can have sex here before anyone comes out." The answer stunned Lukas, the images of Bastian and him having sex flashed into his mind and his face heated up. Bastian gazed at his reaction, amused. "What's wrong with you this morning? Come here, idiot." He approached the Pole, grabbed the hem of his shirt and took it off. Lukas was paralyzed to the spot and didn't protest when Bastian caught his hand, dragged him to a deck chair and put him in it.
Bastian applied sunscreen on his skin and Lukas stared at him helplessly while the other leaned over and moved dexterous hands on Lukas' chest and tried his best not to have a hard-on. He had ticklish spots on his sides and he stiffened when Bastian's hands moved there. The blonde hid his smile and tried his best to make his touches un-ticklish and Lukas thought he's quite good at what he's doing. But when he thought Bastian would be a good boy he rarely was and didn't tease him, he tickled Lukas’ sides and the Pole jumped up from his chair immediately. The Bavarian laughed so hard.
When it's his turn, Lukas squeezed the cream onto his palm, took a deep breath and applied it to the Bavarian's pale skin.
Bastian's skin was soft. He moved his hands all over the Bavarian's upper torso as well as his neck and face. He had touched it a thousand times before but not like this, not like he cherished it, like it's the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid hands on. After that, they sunbathed in deck chairs for half an hour, Bastian reading and Lukas thinking. Then the blonde dragged him to jump off the yacht and swim around the boat, Bastian being as touchy-feely as possible as usual, more than once that he jumped on Lukas' back and piggy-rode him and the Pole's heart swelled. After they're a bit tired, they rode jet skis. The atmosphere was pacific, there were only a few yachts anchored not far away. The water was cobalt if he looked down from one side of the yacht while on the other side it had turquoise color. They're surrounded by verdant trees on coral sandstone which made an amazing contrasting image against the sapphire of Mediterranean. There's no lodge in sight until Lukas thought they had the whole world to themselves. When they got on the yacht again, they're so hungry so Lukas fried sausages while Bastian cooked pasta for them both.
When they're full again, they lazed away on the yacht, joking about every ridiculous thing and Lukas realized after so many hours spending together that this Bastian was still his Bastian, his same old little bunny. He's still adorably silly while at the same time having that charismatic aura about him that Lukas always thought made him very attractive that it took less than Lukas thought to make him comfortable and become his larger-than-life self once again. The only difference now was that there didn't seem to be the concept of personal space between them in Bastian's thought, although it's just a level above their usual state of physical intimacy actually.
Lukas didn't ask many questions, he knew this didn't seem like a dream but he didn't know any better explanation so it must be a kind of dreams somehow. He didn't feel like testing his theory again because as far as he'd learnt from this reality, he could feel pain, like in real reality, he's hurt when he pinched his cheek and was bruised when he knocked his shin against a table leg. Everything felt too real and he tried to grasp it by acting as normal as a man could.
The sun was still high up when they left the cove to Ibiza Town Marina and Lukas still lay lazily in the deck chair while Bastian got down to take a shower. He's about to doze off when he felt a peck on his cheek. "Hey." Lukas sprang his eyes open and found Bastian there, his face's so close and his olive eyes looked like they're shining when reflecting Ibiza's sunlight. Lukas's breath caught in his throat and he knew he must have been looking at Bastian with something like heart eyes because eventually the blonde shyly broke their eye contact. "Don't look at me like that now, I just took a shower and you also need to-" but the Bavarian couldn't finish his sentence because Lukas lunged at him and sealed his lips with a kiss.
Bastian was surprised but then he closed his eyes, lifted his hand to run fingers through Lukas' short hair and deepened the kiss. Lukas caught the blonde's nape and pulled him in further. Bastian moaned into the kiss and the vibration ran from their connected lips straight to his groin and the Pole realized that he'd wanted this from Bastian since as long as he could remember.
To be continued in Chapter 3.
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