Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 5
Title: Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 5
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 4,114 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, 2, 3, 4
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 5
What now?
Lukas thought as drying his hair with a towel silently. Yes, Bastian and he had just taken a shower together. No, they didn't have a sexy time in there, and Lukas liked it like this when he could still run his hands over Bastian's back while the blonde was washing his hair - okay, he'd admit that he did smack that ass when Bastian turned to walk out of the shower because he just couldn't help it. But his point was, they did everything like a couple in love without making it all about lust. Yes, they're in love, Lukas was certain about that. He'd never realized it was love before though he'd felt like this towards Bastian since forever. And no, it's not a love like he felt towards friends, brothers, or even his wife. Damn, it's a love that he felt towards Bastian and Bastian only. He didn't know what kind of love it was, just that it made him feel butterflies in his stomach and like his feet couldn't touch the ground.
But what will happen now? So apparently this isn't a dream. But if it's still actually a dream, it must be a kind of dreams like in the Inception movie where he didn't know he's still dreaming: a dream inside a dream or whatever. Could that even be possible? But if not, aren't other explanations even more incredible? Lukas didn't know what to think anymore. Of course, he's glad that he's still here with Bastian, but what if he would never wake up to the real reality again?
His heart sank. What about Louis?
He's the only thing that bothered him now. He'd left him in Colonge, according to Bastian. But then Ibiza wasn't a place for kids, right? Considering it's Bastian's birthday, it wasn't a surprise that he'd chosen this island to celebrate. It's quite understandable if he'd have just left Louis with Monika for the time period and it's so that he could have a time alone with Bastian as well.
Talking about Bastian, the Bavarian nagged him a bit about the tears on his cheeks this morning, but Lukas just brushed it off and said that he's just too happy to be with him, that they're tears of happiness, it's the fucking truth anyway and no one knew better than him how veracious it was. Bastian looked at him oddly but didn't badger further.
Something hit him on his bare back and he turned around. Bastian, still naked, grinned at him, a towel in hand. He just hit Lukas with it. The Pole smirked and hit back, aiming at Bastian's lower torso which he know the blonde would turn away in time so it hit his ass loudly. Bastian snarled and turned around to launch an attack on Lukas' biceps. The Pole retaliated, this time not by the towel, he smacked Bastian's ass with the palm of his hand.
The Bavarian's ass where he hit turned red immediately, Lukas was sure it'd add to the collection of his prints on Bastian besides the ones on his hips.
"You cheat!" Bastian snarled then lunged at him.
They ended up canoodling in bed still naked and Lukas thought he might have that sexy time which was lack in the shower but then Bastian pulled away, panting hard. "We can't do this now. Come on, let's get out." He pushed Lukas away and got off the bed. The Pole groaned and flopped down on his side on the bed, he's already half-hard.
"Why?" He whined like a child.
"Because it's already two and I'm fucking starving!" Bastian stooped to rummage through his bag giving Lukas an unhindered view of his ass which he thought was a nice spectacle. The Pole propped himself up on an elbow and enjoyed ogling Bastian's naked back until he turned around. The blonde quirked up his brow.
"Have you been staring at my arse?"
Lukas raised his brow challengingly. "Where else should I look?"
Bastian narrowed his eyes and slowly walked over to the bed with his usual gait Lukas deemed too sexy for anyone's own good. His heart beat fast as the blonde climbed over the bed to him. "Hey." He leaned in to peck the Pole on the lips and blushed a bit. "I don't want to say this because you're super-spoiled already, but let's go have some fun under the sun first when there's light and we can always get back to your fantasy when the night comes, you know...?" His voice trailed off, his fingers traced down the Pole's chest and his eyes were on the sheets, not Lukas'. He could tell that Bastian's embarrassed and a shy Bastian made everything 100 percent sexier. It sounded so promising that his breath hitched only thinking about what Bastian's offering.
Lukas lowered his head to kiss Bastian on the lips. "Of course, baby." And he grabbed the blonde's hand and dragged him out of bed.
So they dressed, greeted Roberto and his crews good afternoon and strolled out under the sun, Bastian in a t-shirt and broad shorts while Lukas opted for a tank top. They decided that they'd stay on-shore for the day. The sun was burning and they took a cab to Playa d'en Bossa. After that, the first thing they did was having a late lunch at a restaurant near the beach.
Then they got down on the hot golden sand and rent deck chairs, but Bastian took off his shirt and dragged Lukas into the sapphire sea before he even had a chance to put his butt in it.
They swam a bit but mostly just fooled around, they waited for big waves and jumped against them. They joked around and Lukas teased about thirty-year-old Bastian being too old for nonsensical child's play. The Bavarian tried to headlock then tickle him for the blasphemy. Lukas caught the blonde, carrying him in his arms to stop Bastian from attacking him. The blonde feigned a damsel-in-distress scream and when the Pole tried to dump him into the sea, he clung to Lukas' neck with both arms and pulled him down, too.
After a while, they got out of the sea and found out that there're new celebrities on the beach by the fans surrounding them. Sitting in deck chairs encompassed by a group of people were Neymar Jr, Dani Alves, and Co.
Right, Neymar’s in Ibiza at the moment, isn't he? Bastian stopped, clearly he's thinking the same thing that they should go saying hi to them. The Pole caught Bastian's hand, made their way to the group and squeezed in. "Neymar, can I have your autograph? You can use my blood to sign hear on my heart. Neymar, you're my idol, I love you!" Of course, his loudness drew everyone's attention. Bastian put his hand over his own mouth. For others, it might look like he's aghast, but Lukas knew him better that he's actually hiding a laughter for his boyfriend being an idiot that he was. The Pole's smile widened. Neymar looked up, there's confusion in his eyes for a second then it turned to recognition.
"Podolski? Schweinsteiger!" Neymar sprang up from his chair as well as Alves. Lukas dragged Bastian in further and everyone gave way to them until they reached the Brazilians. Neymar and Alves offered their hands to the pair, they shook and patted each other's backs amicably.
"Great to see you here, man." Lukas clapped Neymar on the shoulder while Bastian shared a friendly hug with Alves.
"Yes, it is! Isn't it Schweinsteiger's birthday yesterday?"
"Aha!" Lukas put his arm around Bastian's shoulder and pulled him close.
"Happy belated birthday, man," Alves said.
"Thanks. Actually, I'm thinking about going to Pacha tonight. You can join us, if you don't have any plan, that is." Bastian winked.
"That sounds interesting. We don't have any plan, of course." Neymar smiled.
They chatted about a couple of things more, like where they're staying or for how long they're going to be on the island. In the end, they ended up playing beach ball together, with Neymar's friends and family, too. After they're tired, they ordered drinks and lazed away in the deck chairs. It's a lazy summer afternoon and Lukas felt like he could live like this forever. Around six, they parted ways and promised to catch up again at Pacha.
They took a cab back to the marina. Upon walking back to their yacht, they saw a group of people congregating around something, or rather, someone.
"Paris, Paris, please."
The noises weren't particularly loud but Lukas could make them out nonetheless. Paris? Hilton? Okay, this one he hadn't expected here, not like Justin Bieber or Orlando Bloom or Neymar whom they just met. And Lukas had never met her before.
"Do you think it's okay if we're to ask her for pictures together?" He leaned to ask Bastian.
"You want pictures with Paris Hilton?" The blonde raised his brow. "Why?"
"Why not?" Lukas turned to ask him out of curiosity, but as he locked eyes with the Bavarian's, it dawned on him. He'd seen Bastian jealous before, well, actually quite often. Bastian would act like he's jealous every time Lukas made him feel like he's closer to other guys besides him, it'd be displayed on his face, his actions, his words. Though he'd never seen Bastian being jealous of girls before, there were only once or twice that he seemed like being jealous of Monika, but he'd never let it fully show. Not like right now.
"What? Schweini, are you jealous?" Lukas was baffled.
"Not really. First of all, I'm younger than her." Bastian giggled and Lukas realized the blonde was just teasing him. He must have got used to the fanboy in him now because it's just normal for him to squee when he met other celebrities. "Come on, then." Bastian grabbed his wrist and dragged him there. Paris was walking and like the whole group was flowing alongside her. "Why don't you shout to her like you did to Neymar? Let's see what she would react," Bastian leaned in to whisper. Lukas just quirked his brow.
"You really are jealous, aren't you?"
Lukas didn't know whether she would recognize them. Hell, he didn't even know whether she knew that Germany had just won the World Cup. As they approached her, a bodyguard came blocking them to not get too close but he recognized both German players at once.
"Can I have a picture with Miss Hilton?" Lukas gave his most charming smile to the bodyguard. He didn't know whether this kind of gesture would work on guys, clearly it worked on Bastian but he's hardly a benchmark, wasn't he?
"Yes," the bodyguard said and gestured for them to get through. Lukas walked past him.
"Paris," he called, like he's her friend but nope. Paris turned to him.
"Oh," she said, adjusting her sunglasses. "You're soccer players."
Great, at least she knows what type of athletes they are though on this continent they don't call it soccer. But whatever. "Yes, we're German footballers. Lukas Podolski, nice to meet you." He held out his hand and Paris shook.
"Bastian Schweinsteiger." Bastian followed suit.
"Can we have pictures with you?" The Pole got straight to the point. Paris smiled at the corner of her mouth like she always did and said, “sure.” So they gathered on both sides of her and the bodyguard used Lukas' iPhone to take pictures for them. "Thank you so much," the Pole turned to thank her after being handed back his phone.
"Actually, I'm planning on having a couple of drinks before heading out to dinner for the evening. Care to join me?" Paris asked.
"Oh," Lukas paused and glanced at Bastian for a permission. The Bavarian looked at him but betrayed nothing in those olive eyes. He gave no suggestions whatsoever so Lukas turned around, smiling widely. "Absolutely. Aha!"
He could practically see Bastian roll his eyes.
They got up on Paris' yacht with her and her entourage and the drinking started. Bastian's mood elevated considerably when there're alcohols in sight. He ordered Gin Tonic and Lukas opted for just a bottle of coke, ignoring the badgering of everyone on board.
Paris didn't talk much, mostly it’s her guy companions who asked the Germans about their World Cup experiences and the general going-on in the world of football, like the transfer window, Bundesliga and Premier League. Lukas was mostly the one who talked and joked, being the ever entertainer. More often than not that he drew laughter from everyone around the table including Paris with his humor. Bastian sat there, nursing his umpteenth glass of cocktail, being quite reticent but always having a sweet smile on his face.
Day faded into dusk and Paris promised to be at Pacha later. Going back to their yacht, they took showers, separately. Then under the moonlight, they strolled to a random restaurant for some quick dinners.
Party at Pacha started no sooner than midnight and Bastian was quite sober when the time came. Well, he said he's just buzzed anyway after drinks with Paris, though Lukas saw no feat at getting him drunk again.
The club was dark but it was constantly flashed by multi-colored electric lights. Lukas had never liked club like these, it made him feel like he'd be blind any minute. He'd prefer a wirtshaus over this any time.
They're in the VIP lounge and ordered their preferable drinks respectively, then they lounged comfily in a couch warming themselves up with drinks that would make them feel hot - Bastian mostly. Fans recognized them from time to time and came asking for pictures as usual.
The second team that arrived was Neymar's. They hugged, patted each other's back and congratulated Bastian on his belated birthday. Paris and Co. arrived later when the club was so very crowded. They took pictures together, cheered and danced. Lukas knew Bastian was already piss drunk as they danced together.
Yo te miro, se me corta la respiración
Cuando tu me miras se me sube el corazón
(Me palpita lento el corazon)
Y en silencio tu mirada dice mil palabras
La noche en la que te suplico que no salga el sol
(I see you and this takes my breath away
When you look at me I feel my heart
(My heart beats slowly)
And in silence your look tells a thousand of words
The night when I'm begging of you not to let the sun rise)
The song was in Spanish but Lukas kind of got the idea of the lyrics, he’s a master of translation after all. Okay, so he’d heard it before and had already looked up the lyrics translation on google, as simple as that, though he knew quite a lot of Spanish words, just so you know.
(Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando)
Tu cuerpo y el mio llenando el vacío
Subiendo y bajando (subiendo y bajando)
(Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando)
Ese fuego por dentro me esta enloqueciendo
Me va saturando
((Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing)
Your body and mine filling the void
Moving up and down (up and down)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing)
That fire inside me is driving me crazy
It's filling me up)
He felt the fuego in his gut, not sure whether it’s because of his one too many drinks or something else, he had Bastian pressed against him after all. And they’re bailando, he could practically feel the blonde’s heat when they touched, his body and Bastian’s were so close it seemed like they became one in the darkness of the night.
Con tu física y tu química también tu anatomía
La cerveza y el tequila y tu boca con la mía
Ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
Ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
Con esta melodía, tu color, tu fantasía
Con tu filosofía mi cabeza esta vacía
Y ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
Ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
(With your physics and your chemistry and your anatomy
Beer and tequila and your mouth with mine
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more)
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more)
With this tune, your colour, your fantasy
With your philosophy my head is empty
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more)
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more))
His breath hitched and his head’s blank when Bastian put his arms around his neck, pulling them closer still. Not that the action itself was a surprise, maybe because they're in front of a hundred of people and he's so drunk in love.
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca (una noche loca)
Ay besar tu boca (y besar tu boca)
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca
Con tremenda loca
(I want to be with you, to live with you
To dance with you, to have
A crazy night with you (a crazy night)
And kiss your mouth (kiss your mouth)
I want to be with you, to live with you
To dance with you, to have a crazy night with you
With a tremendously crazy one)
He wanted to kiss Bastian’s mouth, yes, those pink lips that were only a few inches away. Even in the dark and his drunken state of mind, he could still imagine their warmth and wet touch and it sent spasm run down his spine. He wanted to be with him, like forever, have a crazy night with him. He wanted to live with him.
Tu me miras y me llevas a otra dimensión
(Estoy en otra dimensión)
Tu latidos aceleran a mi corazón
(Tu latidos aceleran a mi corazón)
Que ironía del destino no poder tocarte
Abrazarte y sentir la magia de tu olor
(You look at me and take me to another dimension
(I'm in another dimension)
Your heartbeats accelerate my heart
(Your heartbeats accelerate my heart)
What irony of fate not being able to touch you
Embrace you and feel the magic of your smell)
And yes, he knew he’s in another dimension. And this, all of these, wasn’t just his fantasy, it’s real, somehow, or maybe he just wanted it to be real so much that it became really real, he didn't know, he couldn't think straight anymore. No, he's not straight, he knew that since he gave in to the kiss with the Bavarian yesterday of course, but whatever. Here, in this new dimension, he could touch Bastian, embrace him, and feel the magic of his smell, like he couldn't do in the old dimension. But Lukas was still the same person, either in this dimension or that, his mind, his heart, his body belonged to none other than the one Lukas Podolski. And though Bastian looked merrier than ever, Lukas knew he's still the same old Bastian who's his best friend and if he wanted to kiss Bastian here, he'd definitely want to kiss Bastian there.
Before he knew what he’s doing, Lukas lunged to seal his lips with Bastian's.
He heard whoops all around and realized that everybody was cheering them, and it made him bolder. Lukas could feel Bastian smile against his lips and the blonde deepened the kiss, pressing further. His hands around Lukas’ nape trailed to his cheeks instead, holding his face so that he could savor the taste of Lukas’ lips properly, like he wanted the Pole to just stand stock-still over here and made this kiss last forever.
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca (una noche loca)
Ay besar tu boca (y besar tu boca)
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca
Con tremenda loca
(I want to be with you, to live with you
To dance with you, to have
A crazy night with you (a crazy night)
And kiss your mouth (kiss your mouth)
I want to be with you, to live with you,
To dance with you, to have a crazy night with you
With a tremendously crazy one)
Lukas put an arm around Bastian’s waist and pulled him in further, if that’s even possible. Yes, he wanted this kiss to last forever, too.
There’s another sound of commotion besides the cheers and eventually Lukas pulled away reluctantly, mostly because he’s breathless. After he’d adjusted to the world which consisted of more than Bastian’s lips and Bastian’s smell and Bastian’s heat, he realized there’s another object of interest among the crowd in the VIP lounge. He quirked his brow and as the crowd gave way to the newcomers and he could see them clearly, he's surprised to realize who were there.
“Kiss him. Kiss him!”
“Would you surrender to the Germans? You’d better not!”
“Come on, show them how we Spaniards really kiss!”
The cheers were even louder than before and Lukas smiled euphorically. Fernando Torres flushed crimson as Sergio Ramos, smirking, pulled him closer with an arm around the other Spaniard’s waist and crushed their lips together.
***
Ibiza was warm even in the middle of the night unlike Munich and he really liked that. It's only midnight and Bastian's a bit tipsy, he'd had quite too many wines after dinner at a restaurant he went with friends. They'd just arrived at Pacha and Bastian realized he hadn't talked to Lukas all day, neither text nor call. They texted and there's that tweet yesterday but since then Lukas was absent. He wondered whether his friend was asleep yet because he missed him a bit, it wouldn't be right to end a day without contacting each other.
Without hesitation, Bastian pushed the speed dial button and waited as the dial tone rang a couple of times before the other end picked up.
"Basti?"
"Hey, Luki." The Bavarian walked away from the nightclub's entrance so that he could hear Lukas' voice more clearly, it's wild in there. Steffen turned to call him but as seeing him on the phone, he shut his mouth. "I thought you might be asleep."
"Umm, not yet, not in a while," was Lukas' answer.
"You stay up late tonight? Aren't you tired? How's today?" Bastian asked.
"Umm, fine, I guess." Lukas' voice was strange, not the tone but the vibes. Bastian quirked his brow.
"What do you mean by 'I guess'? Is there anything wrong?"
"What could be wrong?" Though the meaning was oblivious, Lukas' tune was still a bit weird, like he's precautious. Precautious of what?
"I don't know. You sounded strange. How's Louis?"
"He's fine."
"Does he like Turkey?"
"Yes, of course." Then there's silence. "Hey, umm, you're in Ibiza, right?
"Yeah, why?"
"When will you be back?"
"Monday, I guess. Bayern has a pre-season match in Portland on Wednesday."
"Can we meet?"
That request was unexpected, Bastian was surprised. "When? Why? You miss me already?" He joked.
"Yes." But Lukas' answer was serious and Bastian found his heart beating in a strange rhythm to that.
"Did your head get hit or something today, Poldi?"
"No." The Pole laughed, and Bastian felt oddly relieved. Lukas had a potent laughter that always made him smile along with him. At least he knew he's still his same old Lukas, the one who's his best friend for ten years. "I mean it, Schweini. So can we meet up?"
"So there's nothing special, just that you miss me?" He still found it strange, Lukas had never been like this before. They normally met up only during international call-ups, but then, he would be crazy to reject Lukas.
"Of course."
"Where do you want to meet? Munich?"
"That'd be fine for me."
"It would have to be Monday's evening, then. I'll have to catch a flight to Portland on Tuesday. Will that be okay? When will you be back from Turkey?"
"I'll see you on Monday’s evening in Munich," Lukas assured, and he sounded more relieved than earlier.
"Okay, alright," Bastian murmured.
"Are you clubbing later?"
The Bavarian smirked. "You know me, Luki. I'm in front of a club, actually."
"Basti!" Steffen called from the entrance. Bastian turned his head to glance at him.
"Hey, I've gotta go now."
"Have fun, mein hase."
Bastian smiled. "Good night, Luki."
The Bavarian hung up. As he walked over to his awaiting friends at the nightclub's entrance, he felt unprecedentedly alive, like he sensed somehow that his life was about to change, in a considerable way.
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To be continued in Chapter 6.
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A/N: ‘Bailando’ lyrics translation was taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/bailando-dancing.html-0#ixzz3ALX0jAG9
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Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 4,114 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, 2, 3, 4
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 5
What now?
Lukas thought as drying his hair with a towel silently. Yes, Bastian and he had just taken a shower together. No, they didn't have a sexy time in there, and Lukas liked it like this when he could still run his hands over Bastian's back while the blonde was washing his hair - okay, he'd admit that he did smack that ass when Bastian turned to walk out of the shower because he just couldn't help it. But his point was, they did everything like a couple in love without making it all about lust. Yes, they're in love, Lukas was certain about that. He'd never realized it was love before though he'd felt like this towards Bastian since forever. And no, it's not a love like he felt towards friends, brothers, or even his wife. Damn, it's a love that he felt towards Bastian and Bastian only. He didn't know what kind of love it was, just that it made him feel butterflies in his stomach and like his feet couldn't touch the ground.
But what will happen now? So apparently this isn't a dream. But if it's still actually a dream, it must be a kind of dreams like in the Inception movie where he didn't know he's still dreaming: a dream inside a dream or whatever. Could that even be possible? But if not, aren't other explanations even more incredible? Lukas didn't know what to think anymore. Of course, he's glad that he's still here with Bastian, but what if he would never wake up to the real reality again?
His heart sank. What about Louis?
He's the only thing that bothered him now. He'd left him in Colonge, according to Bastian. But then Ibiza wasn't a place for kids, right? Considering it's Bastian's birthday, it wasn't a surprise that he'd chosen this island to celebrate. It's quite understandable if he'd have just left Louis with Monika for the time period and it's so that he could have a time alone with Bastian as well.
Talking about Bastian, the Bavarian nagged him a bit about the tears on his cheeks this morning, but Lukas just brushed it off and said that he's just too happy to be with him, that they're tears of happiness, it's the fucking truth anyway and no one knew better than him how veracious it was. Bastian looked at him oddly but didn't badger further.
Something hit him on his bare back and he turned around. Bastian, still naked, grinned at him, a towel in hand. He just hit Lukas with it. The Pole smirked and hit back, aiming at Bastian's lower torso which he know the blonde would turn away in time so it hit his ass loudly. Bastian snarled and turned around to launch an attack on Lukas' biceps. The Pole retaliated, this time not by the towel, he smacked Bastian's ass with the palm of his hand.
The Bavarian's ass where he hit turned red immediately, Lukas was sure it'd add to the collection of his prints on Bastian besides the ones on his hips.
"You cheat!" Bastian snarled then lunged at him.
They ended up canoodling in bed still naked and Lukas thought he might have that sexy time which was lack in the shower but then Bastian pulled away, panting hard. "We can't do this now. Come on, let's get out." He pushed Lukas away and got off the bed. The Pole groaned and flopped down on his side on the bed, he's already half-hard.
"Why?" He whined like a child.
"Because it's already two and I'm fucking starving!" Bastian stooped to rummage through his bag giving Lukas an unhindered view of his ass which he thought was a nice spectacle. The Pole propped himself up on an elbow and enjoyed ogling Bastian's naked back until he turned around. The blonde quirked up his brow.
"Have you been staring at my arse?"
Lukas raised his brow challengingly. "Where else should I look?"
Bastian narrowed his eyes and slowly walked over to the bed with his usual gait Lukas deemed too sexy for anyone's own good. His heart beat fast as the blonde climbed over the bed to him. "Hey." He leaned in to peck the Pole on the lips and blushed a bit. "I don't want to say this because you're super-spoiled already, but let's go have some fun under the sun first when there's light and we can always get back to your fantasy when the night comes, you know...?" His voice trailed off, his fingers traced down the Pole's chest and his eyes were on the sheets, not Lukas'. He could tell that Bastian's embarrassed and a shy Bastian made everything 100 percent sexier. It sounded so promising that his breath hitched only thinking about what Bastian's offering.
Lukas lowered his head to kiss Bastian on the lips. "Of course, baby." And he grabbed the blonde's hand and dragged him out of bed.
So they dressed, greeted Roberto and his crews good afternoon and strolled out under the sun, Bastian in a t-shirt and broad shorts while Lukas opted for a tank top. They decided that they'd stay on-shore for the day. The sun was burning and they took a cab to Playa d'en Bossa. After that, the first thing they did was having a late lunch at a restaurant near the beach.
Then they got down on the hot golden sand and rent deck chairs, but Bastian took off his shirt and dragged Lukas into the sapphire sea before he even had a chance to put his butt in it.
They swam a bit but mostly just fooled around, they waited for big waves and jumped against them. They joked around and Lukas teased about thirty-year-old Bastian being too old for nonsensical child's play. The Bavarian tried to headlock then tickle him for the blasphemy. Lukas caught the blonde, carrying him in his arms to stop Bastian from attacking him. The blonde feigned a damsel-in-distress scream and when the Pole tried to dump him into the sea, he clung to Lukas' neck with both arms and pulled him down, too.
After a while, they got out of the sea and found out that there're new celebrities on the beach by the fans surrounding them. Sitting in deck chairs encompassed by a group of people were Neymar Jr, Dani Alves, and Co.
Right, Neymar’s in Ibiza at the moment, isn't he? Bastian stopped, clearly he's thinking the same thing that they should go saying hi to them. The Pole caught Bastian's hand, made their way to the group and squeezed in. "Neymar, can I have your autograph? You can use my blood to sign hear on my heart. Neymar, you're my idol, I love you!" Of course, his loudness drew everyone's attention. Bastian put his hand over his own mouth. For others, it might look like he's aghast, but Lukas knew him better that he's actually hiding a laughter for his boyfriend being an idiot that he was. The Pole's smile widened. Neymar looked up, there's confusion in his eyes for a second then it turned to recognition.
"Podolski? Schweinsteiger!" Neymar sprang up from his chair as well as Alves. Lukas dragged Bastian in further and everyone gave way to them until they reached the Brazilians. Neymar and Alves offered their hands to the pair, they shook and patted each other's backs amicably.
"Great to see you here, man." Lukas clapped Neymar on the shoulder while Bastian shared a friendly hug with Alves.
"Yes, it is! Isn't it Schweinsteiger's birthday yesterday?"
"Aha!" Lukas put his arm around Bastian's shoulder and pulled him close.
"Happy belated birthday, man," Alves said.
"Thanks. Actually, I'm thinking about going to Pacha tonight. You can join us, if you don't have any plan, that is." Bastian winked.
"That sounds interesting. We don't have any plan, of course." Neymar smiled.
They chatted about a couple of things more, like where they're staying or for how long they're going to be on the island. In the end, they ended up playing beach ball together, with Neymar's friends and family, too. After they're tired, they ordered drinks and lazed away in the deck chairs. It's a lazy summer afternoon and Lukas felt like he could live like this forever. Around six, they parted ways and promised to catch up again at Pacha.
They took a cab back to the marina. Upon walking back to their yacht, they saw a group of people congregating around something, or rather, someone.
"Paris, Paris, please."
The noises weren't particularly loud but Lukas could make them out nonetheless. Paris? Hilton? Okay, this one he hadn't expected here, not like Justin Bieber or Orlando Bloom or Neymar whom they just met. And Lukas had never met her before.
"Do you think it's okay if we're to ask her for pictures together?" He leaned to ask Bastian.
"You want pictures with Paris Hilton?" The blonde raised his brow. "Why?"
"Why not?" Lukas turned to ask him out of curiosity, but as he locked eyes with the Bavarian's, it dawned on him. He'd seen Bastian jealous before, well, actually quite often. Bastian would act like he's jealous every time Lukas made him feel like he's closer to other guys besides him, it'd be displayed on his face, his actions, his words. Though he'd never seen Bastian being jealous of girls before, there were only once or twice that he seemed like being jealous of Monika, but he'd never let it fully show. Not like right now.
"What? Schweini, are you jealous?" Lukas was baffled.
"Not really. First of all, I'm younger than her." Bastian giggled and Lukas realized the blonde was just teasing him. He must have got used to the fanboy in him now because it's just normal for him to squee when he met other celebrities. "Come on, then." Bastian grabbed his wrist and dragged him there. Paris was walking and like the whole group was flowing alongside her. "Why don't you shout to her like you did to Neymar? Let's see what she would react," Bastian leaned in to whisper. Lukas just quirked his brow.
"You really are jealous, aren't you?"
Lukas didn't know whether she would recognize them. Hell, he didn't even know whether she knew that Germany had just won the World Cup. As they approached her, a bodyguard came blocking them to not get too close but he recognized both German players at once.
"Can I have a picture with Miss Hilton?" Lukas gave his most charming smile to the bodyguard. He didn't know whether this kind of gesture would work on guys, clearly it worked on Bastian but he's hardly a benchmark, wasn't he?
"Yes," the bodyguard said and gestured for them to get through. Lukas walked past him.
"Paris," he called, like he's her friend but nope. Paris turned to him.
"Oh," she said, adjusting her sunglasses. "You're soccer players."
Great, at least she knows what type of athletes they are though on this continent they don't call it soccer. But whatever. "Yes, we're German footballers. Lukas Podolski, nice to meet you." He held out his hand and Paris shook.
"Bastian Schweinsteiger." Bastian followed suit.
"Can we have pictures with you?" The Pole got straight to the point. Paris smiled at the corner of her mouth like she always did and said, “sure.” So they gathered on both sides of her and the bodyguard used Lukas' iPhone to take pictures for them. "Thank you so much," the Pole turned to thank her after being handed back his phone.
"Actually, I'm planning on having a couple of drinks before heading out to dinner for the evening. Care to join me?" Paris asked.
"Oh," Lukas paused and glanced at Bastian for a permission. The Bavarian looked at him but betrayed nothing in those olive eyes. He gave no suggestions whatsoever so Lukas turned around, smiling widely. "Absolutely. Aha!"
He could practically see Bastian roll his eyes.
They got up on Paris' yacht with her and her entourage and the drinking started. Bastian's mood elevated considerably when there're alcohols in sight. He ordered Gin Tonic and Lukas opted for just a bottle of coke, ignoring the badgering of everyone on board.
Paris didn't talk much, mostly it’s her guy companions who asked the Germans about their World Cup experiences and the general going-on in the world of football, like the transfer window, Bundesliga and Premier League. Lukas was mostly the one who talked and joked, being the ever entertainer. More often than not that he drew laughter from everyone around the table including Paris with his humor. Bastian sat there, nursing his umpteenth glass of cocktail, being quite reticent but always having a sweet smile on his face.
Day faded into dusk and Paris promised to be at Pacha later. Going back to their yacht, they took showers, separately. Then under the moonlight, they strolled to a random restaurant for some quick dinners.
Party at Pacha started no sooner than midnight and Bastian was quite sober when the time came. Well, he said he's just buzzed anyway after drinks with Paris, though Lukas saw no feat at getting him drunk again.
The club was dark but it was constantly flashed by multi-colored electric lights. Lukas had never liked club like these, it made him feel like he'd be blind any minute. He'd prefer a wirtshaus over this any time.
They're in the VIP lounge and ordered their preferable drinks respectively, then they lounged comfily in a couch warming themselves up with drinks that would make them feel hot - Bastian mostly. Fans recognized them from time to time and came asking for pictures as usual.
The second team that arrived was Neymar's. They hugged, patted each other's back and congratulated Bastian on his belated birthday. Paris and Co. arrived later when the club was so very crowded. They took pictures together, cheered and danced. Lukas knew Bastian was already piss drunk as they danced together.
Yo te miro, se me corta la respiración
Cuando tu me miras se me sube el corazón
(Me palpita lento el corazon)
Y en silencio tu mirada dice mil palabras
La noche en la que te suplico que no salga el sol
(I see you and this takes my breath away
When you look at me I feel my heart
(My heart beats slowly)
And in silence your look tells a thousand of words
The night when I'm begging of you not to let the sun rise)
The song was in Spanish but Lukas kind of got the idea of the lyrics, he’s a master of translation after all. Okay, so he’d heard it before and had already looked up the lyrics translation on google, as simple as that, though he knew quite a lot of Spanish words, just so you know.
(Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando)
Tu cuerpo y el mio llenando el vacío
Subiendo y bajando (subiendo y bajando)
(Bailando, bailando, bailando, bailando)
Ese fuego por dentro me esta enloqueciendo
Me va saturando
((Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing)
Your body and mine filling the void
Moving up and down (up and down)
(Dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing)
That fire inside me is driving me crazy
It's filling me up)
He felt the fuego in his gut, not sure whether it’s because of his one too many drinks or something else, he had Bastian pressed against him after all. And they’re bailando, he could practically feel the blonde’s heat when they touched, his body and Bastian’s were so close it seemed like they became one in the darkness of the night.
Con tu física y tu química también tu anatomía
La cerveza y el tequila y tu boca con la mía
Ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
Ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
Con esta melodía, tu color, tu fantasía
Con tu filosofía mi cabeza esta vacía
Y ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
Ya no puedo mas (ya no puedo mas)
(With your physics and your chemistry and your anatomy
Beer and tequila and your mouth with mine
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more)
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more)
With this tune, your colour, your fantasy
With your philosophy my head is empty
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more)
And I can't take it any more (and I can't take it any more))
His breath hitched and his head’s blank when Bastian put his arms around his neck, pulling them closer still. Not that the action itself was a surprise, maybe because they're in front of a hundred of people and he's so drunk in love.
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca (una noche loca)
Ay besar tu boca (y besar tu boca)
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca
Con tremenda loca
(I want to be with you, to live with you
To dance with you, to have
A crazy night with you (a crazy night)
And kiss your mouth (kiss your mouth)
I want to be with you, to live with you
To dance with you, to have a crazy night with you
With a tremendously crazy one)
He wanted to kiss Bastian’s mouth, yes, those pink lips that were only a few inches away. Even in the dark and his drunken state of mind, he could still imagine their warmth and wet touch and it sent spasm run down his spine. He wanted to be with him, like forever, have a crazy night with him. He wanted to live with him.
Tu me miras y me llevas a otra dimensión
(Estoy en otra dimensión)
Tu latidos aceleran a mi corazón
(Tu latidos aceleran a mi corazón)
Que ironía del destino no poder tocarte
Abrazarte y sentir la magia de tu olor
(You look at me and take me to another dimension
(I'm in another dimension)
Your heartbeats accelerate my heart
(Your heartbeats accelerate my heart)
What irony of fate not being able to touch you
Embrace you and feel the magic of your smell)
And yes, he knew he’s in another dimension. And this, all of these, wasn’t just his fantasy, it’s real, somehow, or maybe he just wanted it to be real so much that it became really real, he didn't know, he couldn't think straight anymore. No, he's not straight, he knew that since he gave in to the kiss with the Bavarian yesterday of course, but whatever. Here, in this new dimension, he could touch Bastian, embrace him, and feel the magic of his smell, like he couldn't do in the old dimension. But Lukas was still the same person, either in this dimension or that, his mind, his heart, his body belonged to none other than the one Lukas Podolski. And though Bastian looked merrier than ever, Lukas knew he's still the same old Bastian who's his best friend and if he wanted to kiss Bastian here, he'd definitely want to kiss Bastian there.
Before he knew what he’s doing, Lukas lunged to seal his lips with Bastian's.
He heard whoops all around and realized that everybody was cheering them, and it made him bolder. Lukas could feel Bastian smile against his lips and the blonde deepened the kiss, pressing further. His hands around Lukas’ nape trailed to his cheeks instead, holding his face so that he could savor the taste of Lukas’ lips properly, like he wanted the Pole to just stand stock-still over here and made this kiss last forever.
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo
Una noche loca (una noche loca)
Ay besar tu boca (y besar tu boca)
Yo quiero estar contigo, vivir contigo
Bailar contigo, tener contigo una noche loca
Con tremenda loca
(I want to be with you, to live with you
To dance with you, to have
A crazy night with you (a crazy night)
And kiss your mouth (kiss your mouth)
I want to be with you, to live with you,
To dance with you, to have a crazy night with you
With a tremendously crazy one)
Lukas put an arm around Bastian’s waist and pulled him in further, if that’s even possible. Yes, he wanted this kiss to last forever, too.
There’s another sound of commotion besides the cheers and eventually Lukas pulled away reluctantly, mostly because he’s breathless. After he’d adjusted to the world which consisted of more than Bastian’s lips and Bastian’s smell and Bastian’s heat, he realized there’s another object of interest among the crowd in the VIP lounge. He quirked his brow and as the crowd gave way to the newcomers and he could see them clearly, he's surprised to realize who were there.
“Kiss him. Kiss him!”
“Would you surrender to the Germans? You’d better not!”
“Come on, show them how we Spaniards really kiss!”
The cheers were even louder than before and Lukas smiled euphorically. Fernando Torres flushed crimson as Sergio Ramos, smirking, pulled him closer with an arm around the other Spaniard’s waist and crushed their lips together.
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Ibiza was warm even in the middle of the night unlike Munich and he really liked that. It's only midnight and Bastian's a bit tipsy, he'd had quite too many wines after dinner at a restaurant he went with friends. They'd just arrived at Pacha and Bastian realized he hadn't talked to Lukas all day, neither text nor call. They texted and there's that tweet yesterday but since then Lukas was absent. He wondered whether his friend was asleep yet because he missed him a bit, it wouldn't be right to end a day without contacting each other.
Without hesitation, Bastian pushed the speed dial button and waited as the dial tone rang a couple of times before the other end picked up.
"Basti?"
"Hey, Luki." The Bavarian walked away from the nightclub's entrance so that he could hear Lukas' voice more clearly, it's wild in there. Steffen turned to call him but as seeing him on the phone, he shut his mouth. "I thought you might be asleep."
"Umm, not yet, not in a while," was Lukas' answer.
"You stay up late tonight? Aren't you tired? How's today?" Bastian asked.
"Umm, fine, I guess." Lukas' voice was strange, not the tone but the vibes. Bastian quirked his brow.
"What do you mean by 'I guess'? Is there anything wrong?"
"What could be wrong?" Though the meaning was oblivious, Lukas' tune was still a bit weird, like he's precautious. Precautious of what?
"I don't know. You sounded strange. How's Louis?"
"He's fine."
"Does he like Turkey?"
"Yes, of course." Then there's silence. "Hey, umm, you're in Ibiza, right?
"Yeah, why?"
"When will you be back?"
"Monday, I guess. Bayern has a pre-season match in Portland on Wednesday."
"Can we meet?"
That request was unexpected, Bastian was surprised. "When? Why? You miss me already?" He joked.
"Yes." But Lukas' answer was serious and Bastian found his heart beating in a strange rhythm to that.
"Did your head get hit or something today, Poldi?"
"No." The Pole laughed, and Bastian felt oddly relieved. Lukas had a potent laughter that always made him smile along with him. At least he knew he's still his same old Lukas, the one who's his best friend for ten years. "I mean it, Schweini. So can we meet up?"
"So there's nothing special, just that you miss me?" He still found it strange, Lukas had never been like this before. They normally met up only during international call-ups, but then, he would be crazy to reject Lukas.
"Of course."
"Where do you want to meet? Munich?"
"That'd be fine for me."
"It would have to be Monday's evening, then. I'll have to catch a flight to Portland on Tuesday. Will that be okay? When will you be back from Turkey?"
"I'll see you on Monday’s evening in Munich," Lukas assured, and he sounded more relieved than earlier.
"Okay, alright," Bastian murmured.
"Are you clubbing later?"
The Bavarian smirked. "You know me, Luki. I'm in front of a club, actually."
"Basti!" Steffen called from the entrance. Bastian turned his head to glance at him.
"Hey, I've gotta go now."
"Have fun, mein hase."
Bastian smiled. "Good night, Luki."
The Bavarian hung up. As he walked over to his awaiting friends at the nightclub's entrance, he felt unprecedentedly alive, like he sensed somehow that his life was about to change, in a considerable way.
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To be continued in Chapter 6.
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A/N: ‘Bailando’ lyrics translation was taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/bailando-dancing.html-0#ixzz3ALX0jAG9
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