fic: float on
title: float on
pairing: iker casillas/sergio ramos
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
009 bubbles of my table
july 2009. raul and mamen have a get together to celebrate their birthdays.
It is a fine sunny day in early july, the sun heating up the Madrid air quickly. Iker, dressed in a short sleeved white button down paired with khaki shorts and brown sandals, tries his best to balance the gift wrapped boxes as he wrestles with the gate to let himself into Raul’s backyard. Fortunately, he is able to do so without too much hassle and is greeted by the sight of love, laughter and joy.
“Finally!” Raul, the birthday, strides over to him with his arms stretched out wide. They embrace loosely, a kiss to either side of their cheeks before Raul leads Iker over to Mamen who hugs him equally has lovingly. After he lets go, Iker gives either of them a box, quickly holding up his now free hands as they begin to protest.
“I know, I know. No gifts but how could I not? It’s nothing big. I promise and anyway happy birthday!” He says it with a slight chuckle and lets out a yelp with Mamen sweeps him up in another hug before leaving with a promise of getting the keeper a drink.
“Where are the kids?”
Raul laughs as he gestures to the screaming children around him, running about with joyous smiles on their faces. “There around here somewhere with Jorge leading them of course. I think Sergio amongst them too.”
Taking a quick look around, Iker almost misses the man amongst the children - almost. But Sergio’s bright green pants and just as illuminating smile are hard to miss. He has his head thrown back at something Hugo, Raul’s second son, had said or done.
“Found him.” Iker nods in the general direction before taking off, leaving Raul with a smile. As he approaches closer, Iker inhales deeply. In his line of vision Sergio is caught in profile; his jaw is light stubbled, one cheek pinched as half a lip is curled upward, his hair barely grazing his shoulder.
Sergio, still in his own world and playing with the kids, brings up the pink wand up to his lips and blows softly. The children around him giggle and urge him to do it again when the bubbles float around them. And he does, obliging with a smiling.
“Iker! Look! Look what Sergio’s doing!”
Hugo’s voice breaks Iker out of his trance and he sees the little boy gesturing for him to join. Iker speeds up a little and hugs the boy when he all but jumps on him. Hugo calling out to him has Sergio’s attention also and he puts the wand back into the bottle before handing it off to a little girl in an aqua coloured dress. He gets up and crosses over to Iker slowly, the smile still wide and bright on his face.
“Hola,” The word is whispered as he draws Iker in for a hug who tenses up slightly but Sergio doesn’t let it bother him and kisses him on the cheek lightly before pulling away to look into his friend and teammates eyes.
They hadn’t planned it but the kiss they had shared after the surprising loss to the States during the Confederations Cup days ago indeed happened. Instead of talking about it or letting Sergio explain (though he still isn’t sure what could justify his actions than in the moment it had felt right), Iker had fled from his room immediately and did his best to avoid him as much as possible for the remainder of the tournament.
They know they have to talk about it, better sooner than later but this is not the time or the place. So Sergio smiles again as he pats Iker’s arm before taking the bottle of soapy liquid from the little girl’s outstretched hand. His eyes too are smiling.
“Do you know how to blow bubbles, Iker?”
pairing: iker casillas/sergio ramos
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
009 bubbles of my table
july 2009. raul and mamen have a get together to celebrate their birthdays.
It is a fine sunny day in early july, the sun heating up the Madrid air quickly. Iker, dressed in a short sleeved white button down paired with khaki shorts and brown sandals, tries his best to balance the gift wrapped boxes as he wrestles with the gate to let himself into Raul’s backyard. Fortunately, he is able to do so without too much hassle and is greeted by the sight of love, laughter and joy.
“Finally!” Raul, the birthday, strides over to him with his arms stretched out wide. They embrace loosely, a kiss to either side of their cheeks before Raul leads Iker over to Mamen who hugs him equally has lovingly. After he lets go, Iker gives either of them a box, quickly holding up his now free hands as they begin to protest.
“I know, I know. No gifts but how could I not? It’s nothing big. I promise and anyway happy birthday!” He says it with a slight chuckle and lets out a yelp with Mamen sweeps him up in another hug before leaving with a promise of getting the keeper a drink.
“Where are the kids?”
Raul laughs as he gestures to the screaming children around him, running about with joyous smiles on their faces. “There around here somewhere with Jorge leading them of course. I think Sergio amongst them too.”
Taking a quick look around, Iker almost misses the man amongst the children - almost. But Sergio’s bright green pants and just as illuminating smile are hard to miss. He has his head thrown back at something Hugo, Raul’s second son, had said or done.
“Found him.” Iker nods in the general direction before taking off, leaving Raul with a smile. As he approaches closer, Iker inhales deeply. In his line of vision Sergio is caught in profile; his jaw is light stubbled, one cheek pinched as half a lip is curled upward, his hair barely grazing his shoulder.
Sergio, still in his own world and playing with the kids, brings up the pink wand up to his lips and blows softly. The children around him giggle and urge him to do it again when the bubbles float around them. And he does, obliging with a smiling.
“Iker! Look! Look what Sergio’s doing!”
Hugo’s voice breaks Iker out of his trance and he sees the little boy gesturing for him to join. Iker speeds up a little and hugs the boy when he all but jumps on him. Hugo calling out to him has Sergio’s attention also and he puts the wand back into the bottle before handing it off to a little girl in an aqua coloured dress. He gets up and crosses over to Iker slowly, the smile still wide and bright on his face.
“Hola,” The word is whispered as he draws Iker in for a hug who tenses up slightly but Sergio doesn’t let it bother him and kisses him on the cheek lightly before pulling away to look into his friend and teammates eyes.
They hadn’t planned it but the kiss they had shared after the surprising loss to the States during the Confederations Cup days ago indeed happened. Instead of talking about it or letting Sergio explain (though he still isn’t sure what could justify his actions than in the moment it had felt right), Iker had fled from his room immediately and did his best to avoid him as much as possible for the remainder of the tournament.
They know they have to talk about it, better sooner than later but this is not the time or the place. So Sergio smiles again as he pats Iker’s arm before taking the bottle of soapy liquid from the little girl’s outstretched hand. His eyes too are smiling.
“Do you know how to blow bubbles, Iker?”