Footie RPS Ficlet: All I Want For Christmas (Ruud/Ronnie, PG)
All I Want For Christmas - Chapter 3/4
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: Two players with different problems learn what it's like to spent Christmas Eve alone.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
Other Parts:
~ Part 1 ~
~ Part 2 ~
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The door was jerked open and the first thing Ruud noticed were the red and swollen eyes of his Portuguese teammate.
“Cris?”
“Ruud?” Cristiano seemed just as surprised as he was but for apparently different reasons.
“Why do you come here?” Cristiano asked, taking a step back and bidding him inside.
“I… umm…” Ruud was at a loss for words; he wanted to ask why Cris had been crying but that wouldn’t do as a hello. “I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas.”
Cristiano arched an eyebrow at that. “You saying that yesterday after training.”
Shit, of course, he had already wished everyone happy holidays when he left after training yesterday. And now he wanted to smack himself for not coming up with a better reason.
“Look, I…” Peeking around he noticed that Cristiano seemed to be alone. “Where is your family?”
“In Portugal,” Cristiano said, the tone of his voice clearly telling that he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead he gestured to the couch. “Sit down, drink?”
“Soda, please,” Ruud slipped out of his coat and walked over to the fireplace, his fingers felt like icicles.
But he had barely taken two steps as his foot hit something looking down he noticed that he had knocked over a bottle of wine. Cursing he bent down and put the bottle on the table, to his surprise he hadn’t spilled much, the bottle must have been nearly empty.
So Cristiano had obviously tried to drown his sorrow with alcohol, Ruud shook his head, he had never approved of this solution.
He heard the tapping of naked feet on the tiles and turned around, Cristiano stood beside the sofa and handed him a glass of water.
“Why have you been drinking?” Ruud asked studying Cristiano but the Portuguese just shrugged his shoulders.
“It was a good idea… I think,” Cristiano said, his eyes lingering on the empty wine bottle.
Ruud frowned he was still puzzled that Cris was alone on Christmas eve, if anything he would have thought that at least his mother would be with him.
“Why isn’t your mother with you?”
“Maybe she hates me?” Cristiano said, sitting down beside him and staring into the fire.
“Come off it,” Ruud snorted and reached out to cover Cristiano’s hand with his own. “Your mum loves you.”
Cristiano looked at him and Ruud noticed tears welling up in the Portuguese’s eyes.
“Not anymore,” He sobbed covering his face with his hands and shaking his head. “No one loves me anymore.”
It pained Ruud to watch Cristiano bathe in self-pity and even if everything inside him screamed for him to say ‘But I love you!’ he couldn’t bring himself to tell Cristiano a lie, as it would be nothing more than that.
So he went with the only other thing he could think of to make Cristiano snap out of it. Grabbing his wrists he forced him to reveal his tear streaked face and look at him.
“Stop that, stop putting yourself down.” The words came out harsher than he had intended to and he watched him flinch away. Letting go of Cristiano’s wrists he brought his hands up and cupped the Portuguese’s face. “Don’t say things that aren’t true.”
“But they left me!”
“Yes, they are not here tonight, but no matter what you do or have done, your family and friends will always love you.”
Cristiano bit his lips and for a moment Ruud thought he had convince him that he was just telling himself lies, however he had not counted on Cristiano’s stubbornness.
“But I’m alone!” He exclaimed balling his hands into fists. “They never… not Christmas.”
“You aren’t alone,” Ruud stated the obvious, his fingers still stroking over Cristiano’s face. “I’m here.”
That prompted a small smile and Cristiano leant into his touch. “Yes, you are.” Then he frowned and drew back. “Why are you here, Ruud?”
He shrugged still not quite sure on what to say, maybe it time for the truth… or a part of it. “I was alone too.”
“But your wife…” Cristiano started but Ruud cut him off.
“We fought and she left.”
“Oh.”
“It was about some stupid silly thing.” Ruud ran a hand through his hear, a gesture he always did when he was nervous or felt guilty. “It was my fault. I couldn’t keep my big mouth shut again.”
This time it was Cristiano who reached for him, squeezing his hand as if to encourage him to go on.
“I really did a lot of things this year that I shouldn’t have done.” Ruud glanced briefly at Cristiano before looking down. “And not just this year.” His last words were barely audible.
Not being able to sit so close to a person he knew he had hurt badly, he got up and walked over to the window.
“I’m so sorry, Cris. I should have never pushed you away like I did.” He took a deep breath, apologizing was something he had never been good at, but this time he had to make it right. “I should have been here for you. We were friends, close friends and I… I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
There was no reply, which in a way Ruud had expected. Yet, a tiny part of him had hoped Cristiano would say something… anything. But the minutes ticked by and the only sounds that could be heard was the occasional crack of the fire.
Ruud knew he couldn’t stand here forever and just as he was about to turn around announcing that he would go now, he felt two arms encircling his waist and a warm body pressing against him from behind.
“I do not know right words,” Cristiano whispered into his ear. “But thank you.”
Turning around, his heart hammering in his chest, Ruud smiled at him. Did this mean Cristiano actually forgave him for being such a jerk?
Unsure of what to say it was him that hugged Cristiano tightly this time. And there it was again, that familiar feeling he had always experienced during such moments.
His skin prickled and it felt like a thousand butterflies had found a new home in the pit of his stomach. He breathed in Cristiano’s scent and realized just how much he really had missed this. His fingers stroked over the Portuguese’s back, drawing circles before digging in deep.
For a few moments neither of them moved, revelling in the contact of being so close together once more and then it was Cristiano who slowly drew back, looking into his eyes.
Ruud wasn’t sure what shocked him more, the longing he saw in those dark eyes or his own reaction to it. As he couldn’t stop himself from bending down and capturing Cristiano’s lips with his own.
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T.B.C.
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ruud van Nistelrooy/Cristiano Ronaldo
Summary: Two players with different problems learn what it's like to spent Christmas Eve alone.
Author's Note:
This is UNBETAED so there are most likely spelling mistakes, bad grammar and missing words.
Archive: Beautiful Games (if accepted)
Other Parts:
~ Part 1 ~
~ Part 2 ~
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The door was jerked open and the first thing Ruud noticed were the red and swollen eyes of his Portuguese teammate.
“Cris?”
“Ruud?” Cristiano seemed just as surprised as he was but for apparently different reasons.
“Why do you come here?” Cristiano asked, taking a step back and bidding him inside.
“I… umm…” Ruud was at a loss for words; he wanted to ask why Cris had been crying but that wouldn’t do as a hello. “I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas.”
Cristiano arched an eyebrow at that. “You saying that yesterday after training.”
Shit, of course, he had already wished everyone happy holidays when he left after training yesterday. And now he wanted to smack himself for not coming up with a better reason.
“Look, I…” Peeking around he noticed that Cristiano seemed to be alone. “Where is your family?”
“In Portugal,” Cristiano said, the tone of his voice clearly telling that he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead he gestured to the couch. “Sit down, drink?”
“Soda, please,” Ruud slipped out of his coat and walked over to the fireplace, his fingers felt like icicles.
But he had barely taken two steps as his foot hit something looking down he noticed that he had knocked over a bottle of wine. Cursing he bent down and put the bottle on the table, to his surprise he hadn’t spilled much, the bottle must have been nearly empty.
So Cristiano had obviously tried to drown his sorrow with alcohol, Ruud shook his head, he had never approved of this solution.
He heard the tapping of naked feet on the tiles and turned around, Cristiano stood beside the sofa and handed him a glass of water.
“Why have you been drinking?” Ruud asked studying Cristiano but the Portuguese just shrugged his shoulders.
“It was a good idea… I think,” Cristiano said, his eyes lingering on the empty wine bottle.
Ruud frowned he was still puzzled that Cris was alone on Christmas eve, if anything he would have thought that at least his mother would be with him.
“Why isn’t your mother with you?”
“Maybe she hates me?” Cristiano said, sitting down beside him and staring into the fire.
“Come off it,” Ruud snorted and reached out to cover Cristiano’s hand with his own. “Your mum loves you.”
Cristiano looked at him and Ruud noticed tears welling up in the Portuguese’s eyes.
“Not anymore,” He sobbed covering his face with his hands and shaking his head. “No one loves me anymore.”
It pained Ruud to watch Cristiano bathe in self-pity and even if everything inside him screamed for him to say ‘But I love you!’ he couldn’t bring himself to tell Cristiano a lie, as it would be nothing more than that.
So he went with the only other thing he could think of to make Cristiano snap out of it. Grabbing his wrists he forced him to reveal his tear streaked face and look at him.
“Stop that, stop putting yourself down.” The words came out harsher than he had intended to and he watched him flinch away. Letting go of Cristiano’s wrists he brought his hands up and cupped the Portuguese’s face. “Don’t say things that aren’t true.”
“But they left me!”
“Yes, they are not here tonight, but no matter what you do or have done, your family and friends will always love you.”
Cristiano bit his lips and for a moment Ruud thought he had convince him that he was just telling himself lies, however he had not counted on Cristiano’s stubbornness.
“But I’m alone!” He exclaimed balling his hands into fists. “They never… not Christmas.”
“You aren’t alone,” Ruud stated the obvious, his fingers still stroking over Cristiano’s face. “I’m here.”
That prompted a small smile and Cristiano leant into his touch. “Yes, you are.” Then he frowned and drew back. “Why are you here, Ruud?”
He shrugged still not quite sure on what to say, maybe it time for the truth… or a part of it. “I was alone too.”
“But your wife…” Cristiano started but Ruud cut him off.
“We fought and she left.”
“Oh.”
“It was about some stupid silly thing.” Ruud ran a hand through his hear, a gesture he always did when he was nervous or felt guilty. “It was my fault. I couldn’t keep my big mouth shut again.”
This time it was Cristiano who reached for him, squeezing his hand as if to encourage him to go on.
“I really did a lot of things this year that I shouldn’t have done.” Ruud glanced briefly at Cristiano before looking down. “And not just this year.” His last words were barely audible.
Not being able to sit so close to a person he knew he had hurt badly, he got up and walked over to the window.
“I’m so sorry, Cris. I should have never pushed you away like I did.” He took a deep breath, apologizing was something he had never been good at, but this time he had to make it right. “I should have been here for you. We were friends, close friends and I… I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
There was no reply, which in a way Ruud had expected. Yet, a tiny part of him had hoped Cristiano would say something… anything. But the minutes ticked by and the only sounds that could be heard was the occasional crack of the fire.
Ruud knew he couldn’t stand here forever and just as he was about to turn around announcing that he would go now, he felt two arms encircling his waist and a warm body pressing against him from behind.
“I do not know right words,” Cristiano whispered into his ear. “But thank you.”
Turning around, his heart hammering in his chest, Ruud smiled at him. Did this mean Cristiano actually forgave him for being such a jerk?
Unsure of what to say it was him that hugged Cristiano tightly this time. And there it was again, that familiar feeling he had always experienced during such moments.
His skin prickled and it felt like a thousand butterflies had found a new home in the pit of his stomach. He breathed in Cristiano’s scent and realized just how much he really had missed this. His fingers stroked over the Portuguese’s back, drawing circles before digging in deep.
For a few moments neither of them moved, revelling in the contact of being so close together once more and then it was Cristiano who slowly drew back, looking into his eyes.
Ruud wasn’t sure what shocked him more, the longing he saw in those dark eyes or his own reaction to it. As he couldn’t stop himself from bending down and capturing Cristiano’s lips with his own.
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T.B.C.