on a whim
title on a whim
word count 540
prompt 091. birthday
pairing sergio ramos/fernando torres
summarysergio has second thoughts about fernando's birthday present
rating pg, as usual.
disclaimer i lie.
On the plane, there was too much time to think. Sergio had bought the ticket, packed a carry on bag, and convinced Iker to take him to the airport, and it had all been on a whim. And now, sitting and waiting to exit the aircraft, he was trapped inside his head, thinking and rethinking, wondering if this was a mistake, mentally kicking himself for following through with his crazy ideas, making plans to get to an information desk and buy another ticket and go right back to Madrid. But the other part of his mind, the part that had gotten him here, to Liverpool, now waiting to get through customs and into a taxi, pictured the look on Fernando's face -the look he hoped would be there, at any rate- and he didn't buy another ticket. He walked out of the airport and hailed a cab.
There was a brief moment of confusion when Sergio's English proved to be too accented and broken for the cab driver to understand, but it provided a distraction, and for that, Sergio was grateful. Once they got going again, all he could think of was that Fernando might not want to see him, because Fernando had left all those months ago, and they'd only seen each other at national call-ups and Sergio was too afraid of being turned away again, because this was the last time, he told himself. This was the last time he made the effort to see Fernando, even if it was a little late coming. This was the last time he would ride a wave of hope all the way to Liverpool, only to drift back to Madrid, trapped in his head again, despairing. The last time.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Sergio knocked on Fernando's door, shuffling his feet awkwardly and running his fingers around the rosary in his pocket while praying Olalla didn't answer the door. He didn't really want to explain himself.
"Sergio?" Fernando asked, standing in the doorway, and Sergio looked up, couldn't believe he was really there, couldn't take his eyes of of the striker in front of him, had to let his eyes linger obscenely on the way his shirt rode up ever so slightly, knew it wasn't okay to look this long because Fernando wasn't his anymore, but he couldn't stop, couldn't ever stop. Didn't want to try.
"Happy birthday," Sergio offered softly, sucking his lip into his mouth and dragging his eyes back up to meet Fernando's.
With Fernando, he never had to explain.
"Do you want to come in?" Fernando asked hesitantly, and there, there was the Nando he'd wanted so badly to see, the boy he'd loved so dearly, there was the look Sergio craved, the way Nando's eyes locked with his so perfectly, there was the tiniest upwards quirk to the striker's lips, there was Sergio's Nando, and he decided to allow the little bubble of hope in his chest to swell up, touch every part of his insides. He nodded and followed the blond inside, and as he watched Nando watch him as he set his things down, Sergio decided that maybe coming here on a whim wasn't such a bad idea, after all.
word count 540
prompt 091. birthday
pairing sergio ramos/fernando torres
summarysergio has second thoughts about fernando's birthday present
rating pg, as usual.
disclaimer i lie.
On the plane, there was too much time to think. Sergio had bought the ticket, packed a carry on bag, and convinced Iker to take him to the airport, and it had all been on a whim. And now, sitting and waiting to exit the aircraft, he was trapped inside his head, thinking and rethinking, wondering if this was a mistake, mentally kicking himself for following through with his crazy ideas, making plans to get to an information desk and buy another ticket and go right back to Madrid. But the other part of his mind, the part that had gotten him here, to Liverpool, now waiting to get through customs and into a taxi, pictured the look on Fernando's face -the look he hoped would be there, at any rate- and he didn't buy another ticket. He walked out of the airport and hailed a cab.
There was a brief moment of confusion when Sergio's English proved to be too accented and broken for the cab driver to understand, but it provided a distraction, and for that, Sergio was grateful. Once they got going again, all he could think of was that Fernando might not want to see him, because Fernando had left all those months ago, and they'd only seen each other at national call-ups and Sergio was too afraid of being turned away again, because this was the last time, he told himself. This was the last time he made the effort to see Fernando, even if it was a little late coming. This was the last time he would ride a wave of hope all the way to Liverpool, only to drift back to Madrid, trapped in his head again, despairing. The last time.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Sergio knocked on Fernando's door, shuffling his feet awkwardly and running his fingers around the rosary in his pocket while praying Olalla didn't answer the door. He didn't really want to explain himself.
"Sergio?" Fernando asked, standing in the doorway, and Sergio looked up, couldn't believe he was really there, couldn't take his eyes of of the striker in front of him, had to let his eyes linger obscenely on the way his shirt rode up ever so slightly, knew it wasn't okay to look this long because Fernando wasn't his anymore, but he couldn't stop, couldn't ever stop. Didn't want to try.
"Happy birthday," Sergio offered softly, sucking his lip into his mouth and dragging his eyes back up to meet Fernando's.
With Fernando, he never had to explain.
"Do you want to come in?" Fernando asked hesitantly, and there, there was the Nando he'd wanted so badly to see, the boy he'd loved so dearly, there was the look Sergio craved, the way Nando's eyes locked with his so perfectly, there was the tiniest upwards quirk to the striker's lips, there was Sergio's Nando, and he decided to allow the little bubble of hope in his chest to swell up, touch every part of his insides. He nodded and followed the blond inside, and as he watched Nando watch him as he set his things down, Sergio decided that maybe coming here on a whim wasn't such a bad idea, after all.