Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 6
Title: Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 6
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 3,249 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, 5
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 6
This reality was even more interesting than he originally thought.
Not only Bastian and him, but also Sergio Ramos and Fernando Torres? And everybody seemed fine about it, like it's the most natural thing in the world that footballers would kiss one another. Actually, it didn't occur to him before that Bastian and him were public. He knew they'd been in Ibiza celebrating Bastian's birthday only the two of them and such without hiding anything from anyone on this island, but they could still be deemed as best friends nonetheless. It's not until the kiss in front of the crowd in Pacha this minute that Lukas realized the whole world knew about their actual relationship, and it seemed that they knew about Sernando's, too.
So the party got bigger yet again, Sergio Ramos and Fernando Torres joined them and the series of selfies began. Lukas continued his deeds, which comprised of drinking and dancing while holding Bastian and keeping the queries in his heart. He became more observant: of Sernando, public's attention, fans' reaction, and even of Bastian who didn't seem to have any shred of demureness whatsoever and acted like he'd acted towards Lukas all this time, which no one seemed to mind, actually. And that's really surprising.
The club was blurry for a time then it's clear before becoming hazy yet again as Lukas drank into the night and had to stop several times when he realized that he shouldn't be drinking. With Bastian in his arms, all he could think of was that how astonishing everything in this world had become, one minute he looked at Ramos and Torres and felt a pang of jealousy at how easy they seemed to be around each other, how open they could act towards one another without caring public's condemnation, how much they seemed to be infatuated with each other, then the next minute he looked in his arms, recognized what he had and realized it could as well be Bastian and him out there and no one would even care. The idea was so novel and bemusing to him he couldn't yet wrap his mind around it.
Ramos and Torres approached them.
"Let's do this the right way, Podolski. I think the four of us shall take selfies together," Ramos said in a heavy accent and winked. Lukas grinned and complied. The four of them took selfies together with Ramos' smartphone, Bastian the drunkest of all, then Ramos hauled Torres closer to plant a kiss on the other Spaniard's cheek while letting the camera capture the magic moment. Lukas didn't look around but could feel other cameras snapshot the lovey-dovey scene for references as well, and then he felt the urge to do as Sernando do, to be as open as them without heeding the world's opinions of their behavior. So he pulled Bastian closer, nuzzled up against the other's cheek, but before he could do what he planned to do, the blonde, either he could read Lukas' mind or he also felt the spur of the moment, turned to plant a kiss on his cheek.
As the camera snapped their photos, he wondered what his Instagram password in this world was and set to find out first thing the next morning.
Then Neymar and Alves joined them and the world erupted into laughter and blurred pictures once again. They partied until dawn, Lukas felt like he's about to pass out when the clock struck seven and the music segued into cooling down. They bid one another goodbye, most of them didn't have that much consciousness left anyway. Lukas hauled Bastian into a cab, though it's a short way from here to their yacht, he didn't think Bastian could walk straight for a distance of only five metres and the blonde affirmed the notion by limping like an invertebrate in the Pole's arms.
They reached the yacht as the sun hung high in the bright blue sky. Throwing Bastian on the bed, Lukas forced himself to proceed to close all the blinds in the room, the light was too bright for his bedtime liking. Then he flopped down beside the Bavarian on the bed and pulled the blanket to cover them both then sank immediately into the shroud of velvety darkness which enveloped his soul like a fetus in the womb.
***
Lukas jerked awake.
It's dark all around and the Pole had to adjust his eyes to the dimness for a minute. When he could make out the outline of everything in the room more clearly, he paused and listened, trying to figure out what triggered his awakening. It's dark so it could be in the middle of the night, then why would he startle awake? Then he recalled last night, or rather this morning, and his act of closing all the blinds hindering sunlight. So this might not be in the middle of the night, shouldn't be. God, wouldn't it be marvelous if they wake up just in time for partying all night again? Lukas grimaced, then he realized that he might not even be in Ibiza. Again, fear gripped his heart and Lukas snapped his head around to look at the other side of the bed.
Bastian was still lying there, on his stomach and in the same clothes he wore last night. He's breathing quietly, still deep in the dreams. The Pole exhaled softly and slowly in relief and couldn't help the corner of his mouth from turning up into a smile. So this was it then, three mornings in a row and he still had Bastian to himself. He didn't know how long he would have this invaluable moment, didn't know when this dream would be snatched away from him, this dream with Bastian in it, so he had to make the most of every living-the-dream moment, to live like he won't have tomorrow...
Slipping out of bed, Lukas walked straight to the nearest window and turned up the blind. Ibiza was still bright outside, it must be just after noon and the Pole realized what had awakened him, it's his stomach. It's grumbling for something to digest after having only liquids in the past 12 hours. The Pole looked over his shoulder to the slumbering Bavarian and decided that he'd make do for this meal and would let Bastian, for the first time in three mornings, sleep in.
So Lukas showered then got to the kitchen. He fried eggs and sausages and had them with rolls of bread. Roberto came in to greet him and asked what the plan for today was. Lukas looked at the time on his iPhone screen, which was two in the afternoon, and informed the Spaniard that they might not go anywhere today since Bastian was still asleep.
After the meal, Bastian still didn't wake up and Lukas didn't feel the need to rouse him. He appreciated some time alone so that he could reflect on everything that life, or blessing?, had thrown a curve at him in the last couple of days. The first thing that immediately sprang to mind when he simply paused in the hectic pace of life was Louis.
Shit, Louis.
Lukas snatched his phone and dialed Monika's number without even thinking. The signal rang three times before the other end picked up.
"Hello," Monika's stern voice answered.
"Monika, is Louis there? Can I talk to him?" He tried to squash down the uncertainty.
"I think you'll have to answer a lot to him, Lukas."
Lukas quirked his brow. "What do you mean by that?" but he didn't get the answer because Monika had already handed the phone to Louis.
"Dad?" Louis' energetic voice ran through the line.
"Hey, Louis," Lukas couldn't help feeling relieved, he didn't know he'd been holding his breath until now. Louis' voice was as he remembered, and he could imagine Louis' lit-up face as he heard Lukas' voice, the same as Lukas' face was now. "How are you?" he asked, his heart still drummed in his chest ecstatically.
"Okay," Louis murmured, then, "why didn't you call me yesterday and the day before yesterday?"
Lukas' heart raced in his chest, this time not because of euphoria but panic. He didn't know he’s supposed to call his son every day or something like that.
"Louis, I'm so sorry," he didn't know what to say better than that, then added just for the sake of it, "but you didn't miss me that much, I'm sure, right, kiddo? If so you would've called me."
"I wanted to," Louis answered immediately, "I almost called, but mommy said I shouldn't bother you. It's Schweini's birthday and mommy said I should leave you alone. But I didn't think Schweini would mind."
Lukas didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know what kind of relationships they all had in this world. What's left between Monika and him? Are they on friendly terms or not? Did their relationship end well? Are they divorced? Or did they even get married in the first place? What does Monika think of Bastian? And what does Louis think? Would he think that Bastian stole his dad from his mom and him? How could Bastian handle Louis? Does he like him or not, and vice versa? There were so many things he didn't know, too many questions running in his head right now and none of them was answered.
He must have been silent for quite a while because Louis spoke up again, "Schweini wouldn't mind, right, dad?" his voice didn't seem so certain this time.
"Of course he wouldn't mind. You know him," Lukas opted for the safe answer then changed the topic, "what are you up to today?"
"Umm, practicing football," Louis murmured sheepishly and Lukas couldn't hold back a smile. This part of Louis was still the same and he couldn't tell how much he found that bit precious, Louis was bashful about his football skills because he thought he would never be as good as Lukas, but he always kept practicing and would never be willing to tell his dad what tricks he's working on currently so that he could surprise Lukas afterwards. Of course, Lukas always said Louis was doing real great at this age - and that was pure truth - and always told him he underestimated himself - which was also true. On the other hand, it might be good that he kept trying and pushing himself like this, nothing would come of the hard work except a greater achiever, as long as he didn't overdo it, of course. And Lukas would never ask how much progress he's doing, knowing Louis would show him when he's ready.
"Okay, have fun then," so that's what all he said.
"You'll be home the day after tomorrow, right?" then Louis asked, and Lukas quirked his brow. Is that so?
"Is that what I told you?" He didn't really know, he hadn't bothered checking the flight ticket out of the island before. He'd have to look in his duffle bag if there's something.
"Yes, you did!" Louis sounded panicked and Lukas felt extremely guilty all of a sudden. "You're coming, aren't you?" His voice wasn't as confident as before and Lukas felt his heart clench.
"Yes, yes, of course I'll be there," he assured the boy. He missed Louis, he needed to see him, and the sound of his panicked son, feared that Lukas would abandon him once again, drove him to make up his mind. He'd go to Cologne no matter what, whether the ticket said otherwise, he knew he could always change it.
"'Kay," Louis sounded relieved, then, "what are you doing today?"
Lukas' eyes flicked to his watch, it's half past two and he didn't know yet what today's plan was. It might not be wise to tell his son that he'd just woken up and had the first meal of the day just half an hour ago, it didn't seem like a role model thing. So he answered, "Maybe just chilling on the deck, today is like a rest day."
"Is it warm there?" Louis sounded envious and Lukas felt guilty once again that he didn't bring Louis here with him.
"Yes, kind of. But Cologne is warm, too, isn't it?"
"A bit," he answered. "Hey, dad, I've gotta go."
"Football?"
"Umm, yeah."
"Okay, talk to you tomorrow?"
"Don't forget to call!"
"I won't," he paused. "Tell your mom to take care," he said. "And you, too."
"Okay. Bye, dad."
"Bye, son."
And Louis hung up.
Lukas took the phone away from his ear and stared at the screen for a little while longer, deep in thought. Then he browsed through pages and pages of application, wondering where he put Facebook.
It's there, on the first page. Lukas wondered why he'd never bothered finding it before in the past two days, he might have been overwhelmed by every mind-blowing fact until he forgot about trivial things like these. Though they usually played a big part in his daily life, they weren’t that much important when you discovered that you're gay with your best friend, were they?
The application remembered his password and Lukas relieved that he didn't have to try to crack it. He held his breath before browsing through news feeds. As far as he could see, his friend lists were quite the same.
Then he checked his newest post, and what he saw surprised as well as relieved him,
'Alles Gute zum Geburtstag mein Hase. Ich liebe dich Bastian Schweinsteiger. #aha #poldi'
Below the caption was a selfie of Bastian and him, arms on one another's shoulder and they're grinning blissfully. The picture was taken on the very early hours of August the 1st, seeing from the posted time. There's also a box of present in the photo: small plain brown box with a tiny gold ribbon. Lukas didn't know what's in it but at least he knew that he'd already given a gift to Bastian on the early hours of his Birthday.
But did he just confess his love of his best friend on the wall of his Facebook? For the whole world to see? Well, he knew since last night that the world knew about them already but still, for real? And there were like two million likes on this post alone. Fuck, two millions! How many followers does he have anyway?
He scrolled down further and found a lot of selfies of Bastian and him and he wondered when did all of this started: the thing between Bastian and him. How could he find out about that? He didn't presume he'd have his autobiography all the way back since the dawn of their relationship on Facebook. The Pole was struck straight that second by an idea. Well, maybe not on Facebook, and it might not be an autobiography, but surely there must be something online, he just had to google 'Schweinski'-
"What are you doing?"
Lukas startled at the same time as two arms embraced him from behind. Bastian kissed the side of his head and tightened his arms around Lukas' shoulder. He didn't hear him coming. "Nice smell," the blonde murmured. The Pole quirked his brow.
"You mean my hair? It's your shampoo." Bastian smelled nice as well, afresh because he'd just got out of the shower.
"No, I mean the coffee."
Lukas just realized he had a cup of coffee in front of him, he'd drunk only half of it before getting caught up in investigating his own life. The rest must be cold by now. "Be a nice housewife and refill my cup before getting your own," he teased and could feel Bastian's pout beside him. His grin widened.
"I'm not a housewife, asshole!" He bit the Pole's nape, Lukas yelped.
But the Bavarian docilely walked over to the coffee machine, snatched Lukas' mug with him and refilled the cup before getting his own. Walking back, he handed the mug to Lukas and sat down on a seat next to him.
"You want lunch?" Lukas asked, didn't wait for an answer, he'd already got up to prepare some. He cooked what he'd had for himself: fried eggs and sausages. He sat beside him and while he waited for him to finish the meal, he opened up Instagram.
There were so many notifications. Lukas browsed through them and found what he's looking for. It said that 'ft9_official' took a photo of him.
The photo was the one they took last night, of course, with Torres in Ramos' arm and Bastian in his. The caption said 'See whom we met in Pacha! Happy Birthday Schweinsteiger and long live Prinz Poldi!' Likes were up to over a hundred thousand.
"I'm thinking, do you want to stay at Formentera tonight?" Bastian asked.
"What?" Lukas looked up, didn't understand a thing.
"Well, there's an island not far away from here, named Formentera. It's quieter than Ibiza, means sans party, and the view is nice. I wonder whether you'd like to go there. We can sleep there tonight and stay there almost all day tomorrow before getting back here in the evening so we can catch our flights the next day."
"Oh." Seems like Bastian had everything planned after all despite his sleep-in three-forth of the day. "Anything you like, Basti." It's good that he didn't ask Lukas to do the planning, it's quite obvious from the start between the two of them who the responsible one was, definitely not Lukas.
"Okay, can you go and tell Roberto our plan, please?" The blonde smiled sweetly and Lukas' heart immediately thumped faster in his chest. He nodded and swiftly got out of the cabin.
He found Roberto in the wheelhouse and informed him about their plan. When he got back, Bastian had finished his meal and was playing his iPhone.
"More coffee?" The Pole offered. He's about to snatch Bastian's mug when the blonde caught his wrist.
"No, I'm good, thanks." He shot Lukas a sweet smile again and got up. "Let's go downstairs."
"Why?" Downstairs? To their room? Why? The sun was up and the weather was nice, what a time to be up imbibing the Balearic Islands.
Bastian could read his mind. "Umm, I think I might have to make up to you for last night," he murmured, broke their eye contact, his cheeks flushed a bit. Lukas' heart went ta-da-dump once again.
"Made up for what?" Even when he asked the question, something fluttered in his underbelly.
"Oh, since you seem to forget it already, maybe we should just opt for sunbathing-"
"No way, baby," cutting him off, Lukas grabbed Bastian's wrist with his other hand and pulled him close until their chests touched. Their breaths smelled of coffee and their skins of the lemongrass soap. The Pole looked into Bastian's eyes, his own eyes twinkled mischievously while the blonde only took a glance at him then quickly averted his eyes away again. He remembered it now, Bastian said they would 'get back to his fantasy when the night comes'. But last night, or this morning actually, was a mess, so they didn't have time to delve into Lukas' fantasy yet. They could wait until tonight actually but that wasn't actually his place to say. If Bastian was willing to offer it now, how could he be so heartless as to turn him down?
"So, umm...downstairs?" The Bavarian asked sheepishly.
"You bet, baby," the Pole answered and kissed him.
To be continued in Chapter 7.
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Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 3,249 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, 5
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 6
This reality was even more interesting than he originally thought.
Not only Bastian and him, but also Sergio Ramos and Fernando Torres? And everybody seemed fine about it, like it's the most natural thing in the world that footballers would kiss one another. Actually, it didn't occur to him before that Bastian and him were public. He knew they'd been in Ibiza celebrating Bastian's birthday only the two of them and such without hiding anything from anyone on this island, but they could still be deemed as best friends nonetheless. It's not until the kiss in front of the crowd in Pacha this minute that Lukas realized the whole world knew about their actual relationship, and it seemed that they knew about Sernando's, too.
So the party got bigger yet again, Sergio Ramos and Fernando Torres joined them and the series of selfies began. Lukas continued his deeds, which comprised of drinking and dancing while holding Bastian and keeping the queries in his heart. He became more observant: of Sernando, public's attention, fans' reaction, and even of Bastian who didn't seem to have any shred of demureness whatsoever and acted like he'd acted towards Lukas all this time, which no one seemed to mind, actually. And that's really surprising.
The club was blurry for a time then it's clear before becoming hazy yet again as Lukas drank into the night and had to stop several times when he realized that he shouldn't be drinking. With Bastian in his arms, all he could think of was that how astonishing everything in this world had become, one minute he looked at Ramos and Torres and felt a pang of jealousy at how easy they seemed to be around each other, how open they could act towards one another without caring public's condemnation, how much they seemed to be infatuated with each other, then the next minute he looked in his arms, recognized what he had and realized it could as well be Bastian and him out there and no one would even care. The idea was so novel and bemusing to him he couldn't yet wrap his mind around it.
Ramos and Torres approached them.
"Let's do this the right way, Podolski. I think the four of us shall take selfies together," Ramos said in a heavy accent and winked. Lukas grinned and complied. The four of them took selfies together with Ramos' smartphone, Bastian the drunkest of all, then Ramos hauled Torres closer to plant a kiss on the other Spaniard's cheek while letting the camera capture the magic moment. Lukas didn't look around but could feel other cameras snapshot the lovey-dovey scene for references as well, and then he felt the urge to do as Sernando do, to be as open as them without heeding the world's opinions of their behavior. So he pulled Bastian closer, nuzzled up against the other's cheek, but before he could do what he planned to do, the blonde, either he could read Lukas' mind or he also felt the spur of the moment, turned to plant a kiss on his cheek.
As the camera snapped their photos, he wondered what his Instagram password in this world was and set to find out first thing the next morning.
Then Neymar and Alves joined them and the world erupted into laughter and blurred pictures once again. They partied until dawn, Lukas felt like he's about to pass out when the clock struck seven and the music segued into cooling down. They bid one another goodbye, most of them didn't have that much consciousness left anyway. Lukas hauled Bastian into a cab, though it's a short way from here to their yacht, he didn't think Bastian could walk straight for a distance of only five metres and the blonde affirmed the notion by limping like an invertebrate in the Pole's arms.
They reached the yacht as the sun hung high in the bright blue sky. Throwing Bastian on the bed, Lukas forced himself to proceed to close all the blinds in the room, the light was too bright for his bedtime liking. Then he flopped down beside the Bavarian on the bed and pulled the blanket to cover them both then sank immediately into the shroud of velvety darkness which enveloped his soul like a fetus in the womb.
***
Lukas jerked awake.
It's dark all around and the Pole had to adjust his eyes to the dimness for a minute. When he could make out the outline of everything in the room more clearly, he paused and listened, trying to figure out what triggered his awakening. It's dark so it could be in the middle of the night, then why would he startle awake? Then he recalled last night, or rather this morning, and his act of closing all the blinds hindering sunlight. So this might not be in the middle of the night, shouldn't be. God, wouldn't it be marvelous if they wake up just in time for partying all night again? Lukas grimaced, then he realized that he might not even be in Ibiza. Again, fear gripped his heart and Lukas snapped his head around to look at the other side of the bed.
Bastian was still lying there, on his stomach and in the same clothes he wore last night. He's breathing quietly, still deep in the dreams. The Pole exhaled softly and slowly in relief and couldn't help the corner of his mouth from turning up into a smile. So this was it then, three mornings in a row and he still had Bastian to himself. He didn't know how long he would have this invaluable moment, didn't know when this dream would be snatched away from him, this dream with Bastian in it, so he had to make the most of every living-the-dream moment, to live like he won't have tomorrow...
Slipping out of bed, Lukas walked straight to the nearest window and turned up the blind. Ibiza was still bright outside, it must be just after noon and the Pole realized what had awakened him, it's his stomach. It's grumbling for something to digest after having only liquids in the past 12 hours. The Pole looked over his shoulder to the slumbering Bavarian and decided that he'd make do for this meal and would let Bastian, for the first time in three mornings, sleep in.
So Lukas showered then got to the kitchen. He fried eggs and sausages and had them with rolls of bread. Roberto came in to greet him and asked what the plan for today was. Lukas looked at the time on his iPhone screen, which was two in the afternoon, and informed the Spaniard that they might not go anywhere today since Bastian was still asleep.
After the meal, Bastian still didn't wake up and Lukas didn't feel the need to rouse him. He appreciated some time alone so that he could reflect on everything that life, or blessing?, had thrown a curve at him in the last couple of days. The first thing that immediately sprang to mind when he simply paused in the hectic pace of life was Louis.
Shit, Louis.
Lukas snatched his phone and dialed Monika's number without even thinking. The signal rang three times before the other end picked up.
"Hello," Monika's stern voice answered.
"Monika, is Louis there? Can I talk to him?" He tried to squash down the uncertainty.
"I think you'll have to answer a lot to him, Lukas."
Lukas quirked his brow. "What do you mean by that?" but he didn't get the answer because Monika had already handed the phone to Louis.
"Dad?" Louis' energetic voice ran through the line.
"Hey, Louis," Lukas couldn't help feeling relieved, he didn't know he'd been holding his breath until now. Louis' voice was as he remembered, and he could imagine Louis' lit-up face as he heard Lukas' voice, the same as Lukas' face was now. "How are you?" he asked, his heart still drummed in his chest ecstatically.
"Okay," Louis murmured, then, "why didn't you call me yesterday and the day before yesterday?"
Lukas' heart raced in his chest, this time not because of euphoria but panic. He didn't know he’s supposed to call his son every day or something like that.
"Louis, I'm so sorry," he didn't know what to say better than that, then added just for the sake of it, "but you didn't miss me that much, I'm sure, right, kiddo? If so you would've called me."
"I wanted to," Louis answered immediately, "I almost called, but mommy said I shouldn't bother you. It's Schweini's birthday and mommy said I should leave you alone. But I didn't think Schweini would mind."
Lukas didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know what kind of relationships they all had in this world. What's left between Monika and him? Are they on friendly terms or not? Did their relationship end well? Are they divorced? Or did they even get married in the first place? What does Monika think of Bastian? And what does Louis think? Would he think that Bastian stole his dad from his mom and him? How could Bastian handle Louis? Does he like him or not, and vice versa? There were so many things he didn't know, too many questions running in his head right now and none of them was answered.
He must have been silent for quite a while because Louis spoke up again, "Schweini wouldn't mind, right, dad?" his voice didn't seem so certain this time.
"Of course he wouldn't mind. You know him," Lukas opted for the safe answer then changed the topic, "what are you up to today?"
"Umm, practicing football," Louis murmured sheepishly and Lukas couldn't hold back a smile. This part of Louis was still the same and he couldn't tell how much he found that bit precious, Louis was bashful about his football skills because he thought he would never be as good as Lukas, but he always kept practicing and would never be willing to tell his dad what tricks he's working on currently so that he could surprise Lukas afterwards. Of course, Lukas always said Louis was doing real great at this age - and that was pure truth - and always told him he underestimated himself - which was also true. On the other hand, it might be good that he kept trying and pushing himself like this, nothing would come of the hard work except a greater achiever, as long as he didn't overdo it, of course. And Lukas would never ask how much progress he's doing, knowing Louis would show him when he's ready.
"Okay, have fun then," so that's what all he said.
"You'll be home the day after tomorrow, right?" then Louis asked, and Lukas quirked his brow. Is that so?
"Is that what I told you?" He didn't really know, he hadn't bothered checking the flight ticket out of the island before. He'd have to look in his duffle bag if there's something.
"Yes, you did!" Louis sounded panicked and Lukas felt extremely guilty all of a sudden. "You're coming, aren't you?" His voice wasn't as confident as before and Lukas felt his heart clench.
"Yes, yes, of course I'll be there," he assured the boy. He missed Louis, he needed to see him, and the sound of his panicked son, feared that Lukas would abandon him once again, drove him to make up his mind. He'd go to Cologne no matter what, whether the ticket said otherwise, he knew he could always change it.
"'Kay," Louis sounded relieved, then, "what are you doing today?"
Lukas' eyes flicked to his watch, it's half past two and he didn't know yet what today's plan was. It might not be wise to tell his son that he'd just woken up and had the first meal of the day just half an hour ago, it didn't seem like a role model thing. So he answered, "Maybe just chilling on the deck, today is like a rest day."
"Is it warm there?" Louis sounded envious and Lukas felt guilty once again that he didn't bring Louis here with him.
"Yes, kind of. But Cologne is warm, too, isn't it?"
"A bit," he answered. "Hey, dad, I've gotta go."
"Football?"
"Umm, yeah."
"Okay, talk to you tomorrow?"
"Don't forget to call!"
"I won't," he paused. "Tell your mom to take care," he said. "And you, too."
"Okay. Bye, dad."
"Bye, son."
And Louis hung up.
Lukas took the phone away from his ear and stared at the screen for a little while longer, deep in thought. Then he browsed through pages and pages of application, wondering where he put Facebook.
It's there, on the first page. Lukas wondered why he'd never bothered finding it before in the past two days, he might have been overwhelmed by every mind-blowing fact until he forgot about trivial things like these. Though they usually played a big part in his daily life, they weren’t that much important when you discovered that you're gay with your best friend, were they?
The application remembered his password and Lukas relieved that he didn't have to try to crack it. He held his breath before browsing through news feeds. As far as he could see, his friend lists were quite the same.
Then he checked his newest post, and what he saw surprised as well as relieved him,
'Alles Gute zum Geburtstag mein Hase. Ich liebe dich Bastian Schweinsteiger. #aha #poldi'
Below the caption was a selfie of Bastian and him, arms on one another's shoulder and they're grinning blissfully. The picture was taken on the very early hours of August the 1st, seeing from the posted time. There's also a box of present in the photo: small plain brown box with a tiny gold ribbon. Lukas didn't know what's in it but at least he knew that he'd already given a gift to Bastian on the early hours of his Birthday.
But did he just confess his love of his best friend on the wall of his Facebook? For the whole world to see? Well, he knew since last night that the world knew about them already but still, for real? And there were like two million likes on this post alone. Fuck, two millions! How many followers does he have anyway?
He scrolled down further and found a lot of selfies of Bastian and him and he wondered when did all of this started: the thing between Bastian and him. How could he find out about that? He didn't presume he'd have his autobiography all the way back since the dawn of their relationship on Facebook. The Pole was struck straight that second by an idea. Well, maybe not on Facebook, and it might not be an autobiography, but surely there must be something online, he just had to google 'Schweinski'-
"What are you doing?"
Lukas startled at the same time as two arms embraced him from behind. Bastian kissed the side of his head and tightened his arms around Lukas' shoulder. He didn't hear him coming. "Nice smell," the blonde murmured. The Pole quirked his brow.
"You mean my hair? It's your shampoo." Bastian smelled nice as well, afresh because he'd just got out of the shower.
"No, I mean the coffee."
Lukas just realized he had a cup of coffee in front of him, he'd drunk only half of it before getting caught up in investigating his own life. The rest must be cold by now. "Be a nice housewife and refill my cup before getting your own," he teased and could feel Bastian's pout beside him. His grin widened.
"I'm not a housewife, asshole!" He bit the Pole's nape, Lukas yelped.
But the Bavarian docilely walked over to the coffee machine, snatched Lukas' mug with him and refilled the cup before getting his own. Walking back, he handed the mug to Lukas and sat down on a seat next to him.
"You want lunch?" Lukas asked, didn't wait for an answer, he'd already got up to prepare some. He cooked what he'd had for himself: fried eggs and sausages. He sat beside him and while he waited for him to finish the meal, he opened up Instagram.
There were so many notifications. Lukas browsed through them and found what he's looking for. It said that 'ft9_official' took a photo of him.
The photo was the one they took last night, of course, with Torres in Ramos' arm and Bastian in his. The caption said 'See whom we met in Pacha! Happy Birthday Schweinsteiger and long live Prinz Poldi!' Likes were up to over a hundred thousand.
"I'm thinking, do you want to stay at Formentera tonight?" Bastian asked.
"What?" Lukas looked up, didn't understand a thing.
"Well, there's an island not far away from here, named Formentera. It's quieter than Ibiza, means sans party, and the view is nice. I wonder whether you'd like to go there. We can sleep there tonight and stay there almost all day tomorrow before getting back here in the evening so we can catch our flights the next day."
"Oh." Seems like Bastian had everything planned after all despite his sleep-in three-forth of the day. "Anything you like, Basti." It's good that he didn't ask Lukas to do the planning, it's quite obvious from the start between the two of them who the responsible one was, definitely not Lukas.
"Okay, can you go and tell Roberto our plan, please?" The blonde smiled sweetly and Lukas' heart immediately thumped faster in his chest. He nodded and swiftly got out of the cabin.
He found Roberto in the wheelhouse and informed him about their plan. When he got back, Bastian had finished his meal and was playing his iPhone.
"More coffee?" The Pole offered. He's about to snatch Bastian's mug when the blonde caught his wrist.
"No, I'm good, thanks." He shot Lukas a sweet smile again and got up. "Let's go downstairs."
"Why?" Downstairs? To their room? Why? The sun was up and the weather was nice, what a time to be up imbibing the Balearic Islands.
Bastian could read his mind. "Umm, I think I might have to make up to you for last night," he murmured, broke their eye contact, his cheeks flushed a bit. Lukas' heart went ta-da-dump once again.
"Made up for what?" Even when he asked the question, something fluttered in his underbelly.
"Oh, since you seem to forget it already, maybe we should just opt for sunbathing-"
"No way, baby," cutting him off, Lukas grabbed Bastian's wrist with his other hand and pulled him close until their chests touched. Their breaths smelled of coffee and their skins of the lemongrass soap. The Pole looked into Bastian's eyes, his own eyes twinkled mischievously while the blonde only took a glance at him then quickly averted his eyes away again. He remembered it now, Bastian said they would 'get back to his fantasy when the night comes'. But last night, or this morning actually, was a mess, so they didn't have time to delve into Lukas' fantasy yet. They could wait until tonight actually but that wasn't actually his place to say. If Bastian was willing to offer it now, how could he be so heartless as to turn him down?
"So, umm...downstairs?" The Bavarian asked sheepishly.
"You bet, baby," the Pole answered and kissed him.
To be continued in Chapter 7.
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