Fic: Bed of Roses (Part 15)
Title: Bed of Roses (formerly 'Highschool AU')
Chapter: Fifteen
Pairing: Fernando Torres/David Villa
Rating: NC-17 (over all parts)
Disclaimer: Nothing is true, obviously.
Previous parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14
“I blame you,” Iker hisses, throwing David a nasty look even as they passed the ball back and forth.
“What for?” David asks, all wide-eyed innocence as he returns a particularly vehement pass from the keeper. “Oh, you mean…that?” He turns and smirks at the sight of Gerard and Cesc dawdling near the drinking fountain, clearly wasting time to murmur sweet nothings to each other. “Because, you have to admit, that’s not much different from what they used to do.”
“Maybe,” Iker grumbles. “But at least they did it on the pitch.”
David chips the ball slightly, unintentionally, when Iker passes it back rather forcefully again. It lobs just high enough to catch the keeper between the legs, which makes him double over with an ‘oof!’
“Sorry!” David says in alarm. “I didn’t mean to - sorry.”
Iker straightens and gives him a death glare this time, enough that David quails a little. “I swear, I’m going to murd-”
“Casillas, go and get Pique and Fabregas,” their coach says lazily. “And kindly inform them that for every minute they spend off the pitch in trainings, they can spend ten in detention.”
Iker jogs off obediently, leaving David partnerless. He stands idly by for a few seconds when a ball hits his heels. Turning, he finds himself looking up at a grinning Pepe.
“Congratulations, your hard work pseudo-whoring yourself away has paid off,” he announces.
“Thanks,” David snaps. “I’m done, though. I quit. No more whoring for me.”
“Except with your boyfriend.”
“Shut up.”
“Fernando and David, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-”
“-oh my god,” David groans, shoving the taller boy. “Oh my god, Pepe!”
“No, let him go on,” Fernando says in amusement as he jogs up to join them, clearly having heard Pepe’s last words (or rather, letters).
Pepe’s eyes twinkle and David protests to Fernando not to encourage him, but it’s too late.
“I know this great place for a picnic,” Pepe says, brightly. “It’s all grass and flowers but not much bugs, and the weather’s perfect for it. Also, the place is really peaceful. Like, devoid of people. Completely empty. Very suitable for having lots of really good s-.”
David makes to shove him again and Pepe sniggers: “-lots of sweet, scrumptious food, Villa! Mind out of the gutter.”
“A picnic might be nice,” Fernando hums while his boyfriend steams beside him. “It has been really good weather. Would anyone want to go?”
David doubted how much he’d enjoy a picnic, but then if Fernando and Xavi and Iker were going then it couldn’t be too bad. And there was a flat bit of meadow where they could kick the ball around a bit (or so Pepe said). Pepe wasn’t coming because he wanted to spend the time with his girlfriend.
“Bros before h-” David starts, jokingly, and Pepe cuts in easily,
“It isn’t fair because your ‘ho’ is a bro, too…”
Which, David supposed, was true.
“Looks like this place isn’t too devoid of people,” David comments as they pull up. There’s another car parked by the side.
“At least we’re safer this way,” Xavi laughs. “Won’t get mugged now. Unless these people are muggers, of course.”
David gets the picnic things out of the trunk and they make their way up the shallow slope of a grassy hill. The car beside theirs had looked vaguely familiar, as though he’s glimpsed it before, David thinks. He wonders if maybe it’s someone else from school.
“It’s Ronaldo,” Iker says suddenly. “Barça International - and he’s with Kaka and Messi.”
Stopping short, David looks where Fernando and Iker are staring and sees the three boys from their rival highschool lying on their bellies on the grass.
“Oh,” he says. “Should we…”
Iker sighs. “Let’s find another clearing.”
As they start to turn, David steps on a twig which snaps incredibly loudly. Kaka looks up.
“Hey,” Fernando mouths across the grass, awkwardly giving a little wave. Kaka and Messi return their smiles, though David’s smile fades when Cristiano looks up, too, and gives him a long hard look.
“Great,” Iker says. “Of all times to run in to BIS people.”
“Let’s join them,” Fernando suggests.
“We have a big game against them in a week or so,” Xavi says uncertainly.
“Yeah, well…so?” Fernando shrugs. “They’re just another school.”
“They’re the other school,” David says. “Although…we could go over and say hi at least…I mean, they’ve already seen us.”
The boys trudge over. Kaka sits up and gives them a cheerful smile, and Messi looks shy.
“Hey, you’re all from the football team,” he greets.
“Yeah, hi,” David says, immediately taking to the boy. “Are we disturbing you guys? We can go find somewhere else, if you want.”
“No, stay if you want,” Kaka says quickly. He looks at Ronaldo, who shrugs his shoulders. “Um…Cris? Leo?”
“Sure,” Leo says.
“Yeah, whatever,” Cristiano grumbles. “Socialize with the enemies. Whatever.”
“We’re not your enemies,” Fernando says, sociably. “Not right now, anyway.”
David starts to unpack food. “So…did you guys…watch the Manchester game last night?”
“That was a great goal!” Xavi says.
“It was amazing,” Cristiano joins in. Everyone stops and stares at him and he scowls. “What?”
“Nothing,” David grins. “It was amazing, yeah! Did you see the run he made-”
“-the run would be nothing without that pass-”
“-David, don’t drop the ham, please.”
“Oh relax, Ik-oh f-”
Afterwards David drops Xavi and Iker off first at their homes. The sun is setting, casting a last orange glow over the trees and houses of the neighbourhood as he drives through.
“That wasn’t quite what we expected, was it?” Fernando says, with a smile.
“They were human,” David says in a tone of mock astonishment. With a grin, he goes on, “We should do that again…just the two of us.”
Fernando smirks. “Trying to get me alone, Villa?”
“Yeah right,” David grins back. “Oh hey, you can come over before dinner, my mother’s taken the girls to their ballet tryout and my dad’s still at work.”
“Sure,” Fernando says. Mutters, “Totally trying to get me alone.”
“Of course I am,” David says this time. “Please tell me we can make out today…”
“Say please,” Fernando purrs.
David pulls into the driveway and kills the engine. “Please,” he says, mustering his best puppy eyes.
“Once more, with more feeling,” Fernando orders, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning in, his eyes gleaming wickedly.
“I…please,” David whinges.
Fernando laughs. “Muy bien.” He’s about to pull away when David reaches out and grabs the back of his head, pulling him in for a long kiss. When they break to catch their breath David’s eyes are burning, golden brown as the last of the afternoon sun catches his irises.
“You’re a good person,” David tells him.
Fernando cocks his head, puzzled.
“You know, for suggesting we join the BIS guys. Not everyone would’ve done that.”
“Well, they’d already seen us, thanks to your foot,” Fernando laughs.
“You would’ve done it anyway, Nando,” David says firmly. “You know. If they didn’t mind us joining.”
Fernando ducks his head, flushing a little. “Whatever. Let’s go in.”
David grins as he leans back to undo his seatbelt. “Can’t wait, huh? I’m flattered.”
“Don’t be, I’m just hungry,” Fernando bats back as they get out of the car.
"I know you are," David teases, opening the front door. "...for me."
"What a line, Villa."
"I must be smooth, I've got you, haven't I?"
Grumbling, Fernando follows him inside and David locks the door behind them.