Torn. Part 3
Title: Torn (3/?)
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters displayed. The following never happened.
Summary: Iker needs someone to save him.
Word Count: 1615
Part 1 | Part 2
3
David can feel Iker's stare on the side of his face, brown eyes burning his skin and digging holes into his skull, but he keeps his gaze fixed on the TV. He's not even paying any attention at what's on, but he keeps pretending to be interested. Anything so that he doesn't have to talk to Iker; tonight, he doesn't feel like it.
It's not the first time, and David's sure it won't be the last one. It's been going on for days now. Maybe its Iker's own indifference what's making David lose interest.
"How long will you be gone?"
David sighs and glances quickly at him, then looks back at the TV. "Don’t know. Two weeks, maybe three." He shrugs, and then adds: "haven’t seen my mom for long."
David's lying again. It's obvious that the person he really wants to see is Victoria. It's been too long since they last saw each other, and he never expected to be missing her like he does; not when he's spending all his time with Iker, at least.
He wonders if Iker knows about his, if he knows about David's doubts in the relationship they fought so hard to build, and if he even cares at all.
"I'll miss you," Iker confesses, a slight tone of desperation in his voice.
David simply nods. "Yeah, I know."
The goalkeeper stands up with a sigh and leaves the room, and David still doesn't look at him, only that this time is so that he doesn't have to see the pain in Iker's eyes.
Iker lays on his bed, a big smile on his face and a certain lightness in his body that he hasn't felt since he first arrived at the hotel. The whole atmosphere seems different, the air is much more relaxed, the team is cheerful and confident and just fine.
He wants this feeling, right now, forever. He wants to be comfortable in his bed, no bad thoughts tormenting his mind, listening to Sergio's and Cesc's laughter from the other bed. He can't remember the last time he's felt this happy. And then... yes, there it is. He remembers, and with the memories, a huge wave of that something runs through his body.
Luckily, he's not given much time to think about it, as a heavy weight lands on top of him, a mass of blonde hair tickling his neck.
"I thought you were mad at me," Iker says, amused.
Sergio joins both hands at Iker's chest, then places his chin over them, looking at the goalkeeper with shining eyes, and Iker can't remember the last time he's seen Sergio this happy, either.
"I thought you never smiled." Sergio shoots back.
"You thought wrong."
"Yeah? So did you."
Iker chuckles and places one arm around Sergio's back, keeping him in place as Sergio continues to stare up at him, and he takes advantage that both Cesc and Fer seem to be busy in their own conversation to talk to the defender in a whisper.
"Is this your plan to get Nando to like you? Lay over me?"
Sergio laughs somewhat huskily, and he shakes his head. "Iker, I don't need no plan. Nando drools all over me all the time."
"Yeah, like now?"
They both look over to the other bed, where Cesc and Nando now keep their heads close, rushed whispers shared between them. Neither seem to aknowledge the pair laying one on top of the other on the other bed.
"Shut up. You're just jealous because you don't get attention from Cesc."
The laugh that Iker lets out sounds so forced that it makes Cesc and Nando look at him alarmed. The goalkeeper blushes slightly and ducks his head, sending a death glare to Sergio.
"Cesc? Are you fucking-? What are you-? Cesc?"
"Come on, don't try to hide it," Sergio says to him in the same low voice the other had spoken to him in. "It's so fucking obvious there's a special connection between you two."
"We share the room. That's as special as it gets."
"But you talk about your problems with Cesc, don't you? You talk to him. You're nice to him even when you're grumpy with everyone else."
"Sergio, stop it." Iker glares at him again, and just in case, glances at the other bed to make sure this conversation is just being heard by the two of them. He's somewhat relaxed to see that Cesc has resumed his private conversation with Fernando. "Seriously, there's no connection. Not at all."
"Then why did Cesc tell me about it after the match, hm?"
Sergio raises his eyebrows at Iker but gives him no time to react. He peels himself off the goakeeper, not finding any resistance from the arm that's around him, and he changes beds, sitting next to Fernando with a smile.
Iker stares amused at how Nando seems to instantly lean towards the defender, separating himself from Cesc in the process. It seems an almost automatic move, like Fer doesn't really think about it, but Sergio catches it too, and he also scoots a bit closer to the blonde.
And then, Cesc looks Iker's way and the goalkeeper finds himself suddenly smiling, and when the smile is returned, his stomach flips so wildly that it scares him. Iker can't look away, he can't stop smiling, he can't calm himself down, and he wonders if this is the connection Cesc was telling Sergio about.
Iker wants to ask Cesc about what he told Sergio. He wants to know why he told him, what were his exact words, what was the true meaning behind the comment. He wants to know if maybe he's just as scared as he is.
He has to wait the whole day until he finally gets a chance to speak to Cesc without other people being around them. After the match, everyone wanted to congratulate them, pat their backs, kiss their asses, and it's only now that Iker can enjoy the quietness of his room, 3 hours after the game.
He can't believe his luck when Cesc joins him only minutes later, sits on his bed, and places both hands over his eyes, looking exhausted. Iker feels a little sorry for him, and is about to ask if he wants him to stay there with him instead of going down to the celebration dinner that's taking place downstairs, but Cesc speaks before he can say anything.
"You did great."
Iker gets the comment often, but it's like this time, it means something else. He clears his throat a little.
"Thanks. You did great, too."
Cesc shrugs. "A few minutes. You did great, though. You should be down there enjoying it."
Iker doesn't understand where all this is going and decides to stay quiet. He can't read the expression on Cesc's face, and he doesn't get either why the midfielder is so calm, contrary to his hyperactive self. He can't deny he's worried.
"You wanna know something, Iker? You're a great guy, and I don't mean just on the field. You're an awesome goalkeeper, yes, but you're also an awesome person, and you're so humble about it, and you're so down to earth." Cesc stops talking for a second to look at the goalkeeper, who's just staring at him, out of words. "I think you should open up more to people, so that everyone could see how special you are."
Iker feels weird. He can't believe that just came out of Cesc's mouth, he can't get his mind around the fact that Cesc feels this way about him, and he knows he shouldn't be reacting to these words the way he is, but it's something that goes past his will. He can't stop it.
"Um, I..." Iker clears his throat again. He doesn't know if he should say something to agree, maybe compliment him back? "Thanks."
His answer is lame, but he doesn't care, because Cesc doesn't seem to think it is. He just stares at him from his own bed, his brown eyes searching for something in Iker's face, and then...
"Did David find you special, Iker?"
The question catches Iker off guard, and he suddenly feels the same feeling of emptiness from earlier take over his body. There are tears in his eyes, out of nowhere, and he wipes them out ashamed, turning his face away from Cesc, trying to hide. But it doesn't matter where he's facing, because now he has Cesc sitting next to him, holding him like he really cares, like he hates to see him cry.
"Shh, I'm here," Cesc whispers, running his fingers through Iker's hair, pressing the goalkeeper's face to his chest. "It's okay to cry, Iker."
And Iker's been told that many times, but he never once believed it was okay for him to cry. But now it's Cesc who's saying this, and he doesn't know how to not trust in Cesc, he can't do it, so he just lets go.
Cesc lays on his back and pulls Iker down with him, the goalkeeper's face still pressed against his chest. Iker clutches Cesc's shirt and accepts his embrace, sobbing and gasping for air and choking in both pain and relief.
The sound of Cesc's hearbeat is soothing against his ear, and after 15 minutes of crying, Iker comes to a stop. His eyes are red, his throat is dry, and he's gotten Cesc's shirt wrinkled and wet with his tears and his boogers, but Cesc doesn't seem to mind any of these as he continues to stroke Iker's hair and to hold him close with his other hand.
Iker doesn't feel the need to ask about the connection anymore.
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters displayed. The following never happened.
Summary: Iker needs someone to save him.
Word Count: 1615
Part 1 | Part 2
3
David can feel Iker's stare on the side of his face, brown eyes burning his skin and digging holes into his skull, but he keeps his gaze fixed on the TV. He's not even paying any attention at what's on, but he keeps pretending to be interested. Anything so that he doesn't have to talk to Iker; tonight, he doesn't feel like it.
It's not the first time, and David's sure it won't be the last one. It's been going on for days now. Maybe its Iker's own indifference what's making David lose interest.
"How long will you be gone?"
David sighs and glances quickly at him, then looks back at the TV. "Don’t know. Two weeks, maybe three." He shrugs, and then adds: "haven’t seen my mom for long."
David's lying again. It's obvious that the person he really wants to see is Victoria. It's been too long since they last saw each other, and he never expected to be missing her like he does; not when he's spending all his time with Iker, at least.
He wonders if Iker knows about his, if he knows about David's doubts in the relationship they fought so hard to build, and if he even cares at all.
"I'll miss you," Iker confesses, a slight tone of desperation in his voice.
David simply nods. "Yeah, I know."
The goalkeeper stands up with a sigh and leaves the room, and David still doesn't look at him, only that this time is so that he doesn't have to see the pain in Iker's eyes.
Iker lays on his bed, a big smile on his face and a certain lightness in his body that he hasn't felt since he first arrived at the hotel. The whole atmosphere seems different, the air is much more relaxed, the team is cheerful and confident and just fine.
He wants this feeling, right now, forever. He wants to be comfortable in his bed, no bad thoughts tormenting his mind, listening to Sergio's and Cesc's laughter from the other bed. He can't remember the last time he's felt this happy. And then... yes, there it is. He remembers, and with the memories, a huge wave of that something runs through his body.
Luckily, he's not given much time to think about it, as a heavy weight lands on top of him, a mass of blonde hair tickling his neck.
"I thought you were mad at me," Iker says, amused.
Sergio joins both hands at Iker's chest, then places his chin over them, looking at the goalkeeper with shining eyes, and Iker can't remember the last time he's seen Sergio this happy, either.
"I thought you never smiled." Sergio shoots back.
"You thought wrong."
"Yeah? So did you."
Iker chuckles and places one arm around Sergio's back, keeping him in place as Sergio continues to stare up at him, and he takes advantage that both Cesc and Fer seem to be busy in their own conversation to talk to the defender in a whisper.
"Is this your plan to get Nando to like you? Lay over me?"
Sergio laughs somewhat huskily, and he shakes his head. "Iker, I don't need no plan. Nando drools all over me all the time."
"Yeah, like now?"
They both look over to the other bed, where Cesc and Nando now keep their heads close, rushed whispers shared between them. Neither seem to aknowledge the pair laying one on top of the other on the other bed.
"Shut up. You're just jealous because you don't get attention from Cesc."
The laugh that Iker lets out sounds so forced that it makes Cesc and Nando look at him alarmed. The goalkeeper blushes slightly and ducks his head, sending a death glare to Sergio.
"Cesc? Are you fucking-? What are you-? Cesc?"
"Come on, don't try to hide it," Sergio says to him in the same low voice the other had spoken to him in. "It's so fucking obvious there's a special connection between you two."
"We share the room. That's as special as it gets."
"But you talk about your problems with Cesc, don't you? You talk to him. You're nice to him even when you're grumpy with everyone else."
"Sergio, stop it." Iker glares at him again, and just in case, glances at the other bed to make sure this conversation is just being heard by the two of them. He's somewhat relaxed to see that Cesc has resumed his private conversation with Fernando. "Seriously, there's no connection. Not at all."
"Then why did Cesc tell me about it after the match, hm?"
Sergio raises his eyebrows at Iker but gives him no time to react. He peels himself off the goakeeper, not finding any resistance from the arm that's around him, and he changes beds, sitting next to Fernando with a smile.
Iker stares amused at how Nando seems to instantly lean towards the defender, separating himself from Cesc in the process. It seems an almost automatic move, like Fer doesn't really think about it, but Sergio catches it too, and he also scoots a bit closer to the blonde.
And then, Cesc looks Iker's way and the goalkeeper finds himself suddenly smiling, and when the smile is returned, his stomach flips so wildly that it scares him. Iker can't look away, he can't stop smiling, he can't calm himself down, and he wonders if this is the connection Cesc was telling Sergio about.
Iker wants to ask Cesc about what he told Sergio. He wants to know why he told him, what were his exact words, what was the true meaning behind the comment. He wants to know if maybe he's just as scared as he is.
He has to wait the whole day until he finally gets a chance to speak to Cesc without other people being around them. After the match, everyone wanted to congratulate them, pat their backs, kiss their asses, and it's only now that Iker can enjoy the quietness of his room, 3 hours after the game.
He can't believe his luck when Cesc joins him only minutes later, sits on his bed, and places both hands over his eyes, looking exhausted. Iker feels a little sorry for him, and is about to ask if he wants him to stay there with him instead of going down to the celebration dinner that's taking place downstairs, but Cesc speaks before he can say anything.
"You did great."
Iker gets the comment often, but it's like this time, it means something else. He clears his throat a little.
"Thanks. You did great, too."
Cesc shrugs. "A few minutes. You did great, though. You should be down there enjoying it."
Iker doesn't understand where all this is going and decides to stay quiet. He can't read the expression on Cesc's face, and he doesn't get either why the midfielder is so calm, contrary to his hyperactive self. He can't deny he's worried.
"You wanna know something, Iker? You're a great guy, and I don't mean just on the field. You're an awesome goalkeeper, yes, but you're also an awesome person, and you're so humble about it, and you're so down to earth." Cesc stops talking for a second to look at the goalkeeper, who's just staring at him, out of words. "I think you should open up more to people, so that everyone could see how special you are."
Iker feels weird. He can't believe that just came out of Cesc's mouth, he can't get his mind around the fact that Cesc feels this way about him, and he knows he shouldn't be reacting to these words the way he is, but it's something that goes past his will. He can't stop it.
"Um, I..." Iker clears his throat again. He doesn't know if he should say something to agree, maybe compliment him back? "Thanks."
His answer is lame, but he doesn't care, because Cesc doesn't seem to think it is. He just stares at him from his own bed, his brown eyes searching for something in Iker's face, and then...
"Did David find you special, Iker?"
The question catches Iker off guard, and he suddenly feels the same feeling of emptiness from earlier take over his body. There are tears in his eyes, out of nowhere, and he wipes them out ashamed, turning his face away from Cesc, trying to hide. But it doesn't matter where he's facing, because now he has Cesc sitting next to him, holding him like he really cares, like he hates to see him cry.
"Shh, I'm here," Cesc whispers, running his fingers through Iker's hair, pressing the goalkeeper's face to his chest. "It's okay to cry, Iker."
And Iker's been told that many times, but he never once believed it was okay for him to cry. But now it's Cesc who's saying this, and he doesn't know how to not trust in Cesc, he can't do it, so he just lets go.
Cesc lays on his back and pulls Iker down with him, the goalkeeper's face still pressed against his chest. Iker clutches Cesc's shirt and accepts his embrace, sobbing and gasping for air and choking in both pain and relief.
The sound of Cesc's hearbeat is soothing against his ear, and after 15 minutes of crying, Iker comes to a stop. His eyes are red, his throat is dry, and he's gotten Cesc's shirt wrinkled and wet with his tears and his boogers, but Cesc doesn't seem to mind any of these as he continues to stroke Iker's hair and to hold him close with his other hand.
Iker doesn't feel the need to ask about the connection anymore.