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Happy birthday pippopippo! This was supposed to be the Cesc/Silva AU that you prompted me with awhile back, and I'm hoping that eventually it will be as I work my way around it, so consider this a snippet from that AU?
Written with cutato so this is from her too. ♥
Title: Saturday Nights
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas/David Silva
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
Saturday nights used to be David’s time out. He didn’t do much, it was just sitting on his couch watching a movie or a documentary, or just watching a replay of a football game. Any football game, he wasn’t too picky. He knows Saturdays are supposed to be for fun and to party, but for David, it was just a way for him to unwind, and he liked his Saturday nights that way.
That was before he meets Cesc.
The first time Cesc suggests going out on a Saturday night, David actually hesitates and he almost says no but he gives in and agrees in the end. They go to a movie, and David is hardly impressed because he could have just done that at home.
But then Cesc finds his hand in the darkened movie theater and even though he thinks they could have done that at home too, David is glad he had agreed to go out.
Then going out on Saturdays becomes a regular thing, and the thing is, David really likes staying in on Saturday nights and Cesc has broken anything that David considers sacred, but David decides to draw the line when it comes to his Saturday nights.
He expects to have an inane conversation with Cesc about it, but for someone who has been nothing but stubborn about a lot of things, Cesc gives in almost immediately.
“Really?” David asks, surprised.
Cesc shrugs. “I don’t mind,” he says. “It’s clearly important to you. You’re all red and you’re wringing your hands together.” He grabs David’s hands to still them. “Did you think I was going to say no?”
David feels his shoulders relax. “I just really like staying in on Saturday night.”
*
Cesc barges in as soon as David opens the door, his arms full with what looks like candles, ice cream and DVDs. Before David can self-censor, lest risking making waves with the younger man, his face shapes a questioning look. Luckily, Cesc has already bounded into the living room and managed to both dim the lights and locate David’s emergency matches, lighting candles at an alarming pace. David worries for a second that Cesc will burn his house down. They would have to go out then, and they’d be back at square one! He shakes his head at the absurdity of his own conclusion.
Cesc pats the couch and flicks the TV on. David marvels as Cesc operates his universal remote with ease. It had taken him an entire week and several missed halves of live games to acclimatise to the device. He sits down, stunned.
“Why do you have so much ice cream?” David asks, as Cesc takes three tubs out of the bag he has lugged in.
“Drinking game while we watch Desperate Housewives,” he says. He digs further into his bag and pulls out two spoons.
“You brought spoons? Cesc, I have spoons in my house. And what does ice cream have to do with a drinking⎯”
“Ice cream is more fun than drinking,” Cesc says.
David thinks it’s a pity Cesc feels this way because he can already tell that alcohol would probably help him get through this night.
An unfamiliar song blares from his speakers, David wants to ask Cesc to turn it down, he’s afraid the neighbours will complain, but Cesc is too busy humming along, out of key, and David’s afraid of interrupting.
Cesc is clearly fond of the show. David finds that he cannot relate. He can’t understand the appeal of these housewives that the show seems to revolve around, and attempts to make some excuse about the ice cream that Cesc has left to melt on his coffee table when Cesc grabs his arm.
“Bree’s doing housework!”
David doesn’t get it, his mouth half open as he tries to work out the appropriate response. Cesc dives towards the ice cream, and before David knows it, a giant spoonful has found its way into his mouth. David still doesn’t get what’s going on, and finally registers the fact that he should probably confess, but the channel between his brain and mouth has been frozen, clogged by ice cream. He attempts not to choke as Cesc wiggles beside him, happily gorging on the frozen treat.
“What?” he finally says as he swallows down the ice cream, which was actually pretty good. Cesc seems like the type to get some ridiculous flavour like Bubble Yum or the pink and blue kind that the kids tend to like.
“Ice cream when Bree does housework. And when Susan has a clumsy moment, when Gabby is in her lingerie or mentions yoga, when Lynette’s kids misbehave and when Edie drinks or talks about alco⎯ Susan just tripped!” Cesc lunges for his spoon and David swipes his own spoon before Cesc can do it for him again.
He takes another bite of ice cream and has to take another one almost immediately as the scene changes and another one starts with some blonde woman talking about alcohol.
David assumes this must be Edie.
*
David somehow manages to fall asleep. He doesn’t think this is possible because of all the ice cream he has ingested, but obviously his inability to understand the show overtakes the extreme amounts of sugar he has subjected his body to.
He becomes concerned when he hears sniffling. He assumes it’s because Cesc has noticed he has fallen asleep and he’s hurt.
“Cesc?”
Cesc turns to him, his lower lip sticking out. “They’re so perfect for each other, why can’t he see it?” he wails. “David is so stupid. He’s so lucky Fer doesn’t just kick his ass.”
David sits up, confused. He doesn’t remember these names. “Are we still watching the one with the redhead?”
Cesc shakes his head. “No, I changed it. This is Física o Química. I figured you might like it more.”
David doesn’t.
*
At the end of the night, they’re finishing up the butterscotch ice cream, when Cesc takes David’s arm and pulls it around his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, slipping his fingers in between David’s.
“What for?”
Cesc shifts slightly and looks up at him. “I know you didn’t have a good time tonight. I boycotted your Saturday nights.”
“That’s not true.” When Cesc gives him a pointed look, he adds, “Well, not completely true. I wanted to spend time with you and I wanted to stay in. Everything else is just…details.”
David takes the last spoonful of ice cream when Cesc kisses him and before he knows it, the ice cream is gone and Cesc is licking his lips.
“Thief,” David says, mildly.
“Wasn’t my intention, I promise,” Cesc says, grinning. “Just an added bonus.”
“I don’t believe you,” David says, and he pulls Cesc in for another kiss.
Written with cutato so this is from her too. ♥
Title: Saturday Nights
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas/David Silva
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
Saturday nights used to be David’s time out. He didn’t do much, it was just sitting on his couch watching a movie or a documentary, or just watching a replay of a football game. Any football game, he wasn’t too picky. He knows Saturdays are supposed to be for fun and to party, but for David, it was just a way for him to unwind, and he liked his Saturday nights that way.
That was before he meets Cesc.
The first time Cesc suggests going out on a Saturday night, David actually hesitates and he almost says no but he gives in and agrees in the end. They go to a movie, and David is hardly impressed because he could have just done that at home.
But then Cesc finds his hand in the darkened movie theater and even though he thinks they could have done that at home too, David is glad he had agreed to go out.
Then going out on Saturdays becomes a regular thing, and the thing is, David really likes staying in on Saturday nights and Cesc has broken anything that David considers sacred, but David decides to draw the line when it comes to his Saturday nights.
He expects to have an inane conversation with Cesc about it, but for someone who has been nothing but stubborn about a lot of things, Cesc gives in almost immediately.
“Really?” David asks, surprised.
Cesc shrugs. “I don’t mind,” he says. “It’s clearly important to you. You’re all red and you’re wringing your hands together.” He grabs David’s hands to still them. “Did you think I was going to say no?”
David feels his shoulders relax. “I just really like staying in on Saturday night.”
*
Cesc barges in as soon as David opens the door, his arms full with what looks like candles, ice cream and DVDs. Before David can self-censor, lest risking making waves with the younger man, his face shapes a questioning look. Luckily, Cesc has already bounded into the living room and managed to both dim the lights and locate David’s emergency matches, lighting candles at an alarming pace. David worries for a second that Cesc will burn his house down. They would have to go out then, and they’d be back at square one! He shakes his head at the absurdity of his own conclusion.
Cesc pats the couch and flicks the TV on. David marvels as Cesc operates his universal remote with ease. It had taken him an entire week and several missed halves of live games to acclimatise to the device. He sits down, stunned.
“Why do you have so much ice cream?” David asks, as Cesc takes three tubs out of the bag he has lugged in.
“Drinking game while we watch Desperate Housewives,” he says. He digs further into his bag and pulls out two spoons.
“You brought spoons? Cesc, I have spoons in my house. And what does ice cream have to do with a drinking⎯”
“Ice cream is more fun than drinking,” Cesc says.
David thinks it’s a pity Cesc feels this way because he can already tell that alcohol would probably help him get through this night.
An unfamiliar song blares from his speakers, David wants to ask Cesc to turn it down, he’s afraid the neighbours will complain, but Cesc is too busy humming along, out of key, and David’s afraid of interrupting.
Cesc is clearly fond of the show. David finds that he cannot relate. He can’t understand the appeal of these housewives that the show seems to revolve around, and attempts to make some excuse about the ice cream that Cesc has left to melt on his coffee table when Cesc grabs his arm.
“Bree’s doing housework!”
David doesn’t get it, his mouth half open as he tries to work out the appropriate response. Cesc dives towards the ice cream, and before David knows it, a giant spoonful has found its way into his mouth. David still doesn’t get what’s going on, and finally registers the fact that he should probably confess, but the channel between his brain and mouth has been frozen, clogged by ice cream. He attempts not to choke as Cesc wiggles beside him, happily gorging on the frozen treat.
“What?” he finally says as he swallows down the ice cream, which was actually pretty good. Cesc seems like the type to get some ridiculous flavour like Bubble Yum or the pink and blue kind that the kids tend to like.
“Ice cream when Bree does housework. And when Susan has a clumsy moment, when Gabby is in her lingerie or mentions yoga, when Lynette’s kids misbehave and when Edie drinks or talks about alco⎯ Susan just tripped!” Cesc lunges for his spoon and David swipes his own spoon before Cesc can do it for him again.
He takes another bite of ice cream and has to take another one almost immediately as the scene changes and another one starts with some blonde woman talking about alcohol.
David assumes this must be Edie.
*
David somehow manages to fall asleep. He doesn’t think this is possible because of all the ice cream he has ingested, but obviously his inability to understand the show overtakes the extreme amounts of sugar he has subjected his body to.
He becomes concerned when he hears sniffling. He assumes it’s because Cesc has noticed he has fallen asleep and he’s hurt.
“Cesc?”
Cesc turns to him, his lower lip sticking out. “They’re so perfect for each other, why can’t he see it?” he wails. “David is so stupid. He’s so lucky Fer doesn’t just kick his ass.”
David sits up, confused. He doesn’t remember these names. “Are we still watching the one with the redhead?”
Cesc shakes his head. “No, I changed it. This is Física o Química. I figured you might like it more.”
David doesn’t.
*
At the end of the night, they’re finishing up the butterscotch ice cream, when Cesc takes David’s arm and pulls it around his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs, slipping his fingers in between David’s.
“What for?”
Cesc shifts slightly and looks up at him. “I know you didn’t have a good time tonight. I boycotted your Saturday nights.”
“That’s not true.” When Cesc gives him a pointed look, he adds, “Well, not completely true. I wanted to spend time with you and I wanted to stay in. Everything else is just…details.”
David takes the last spoonful of ice cream when Cesc kisses him and before he knows it, the ice cream is gone and Cesc is licking his lips.
“Thief,” David says, mildly.
“Wasn’t my intention, I promise,” Cesc says, grinning. “Just an added bonus.”
“I don’t believe you,” David says, and he pulls Cesc in for another kiss.