ficlets, drabbles, etc etc
Total amount of words: 1613
Pairing: It's always Fernando & Sergio. That is all I can write, lately.
Rating: pg 13 - pg 17?
Note: Some of these I wrote a while back, some of them I just now wrote. They're kinda in order, so.
This is for all the people that have made my Birthday a bit better. Thanks.
Both of them have been awake for hours, but they don't want to move.
Fernando's face is tucked under Sergio's chin, and Sergio's leg is draped over his waist. Their eyes are closed and their breathing is faint and hearts are thrumming softly under the warmth of the blankets that engulf them. The morning light from the sunroof glitters across their brunette hair that peaks from under the blankets and their should be soft fulfilled smiles tugging at their lips, but there isn't.
A god forsaken phone vibrates on the wooden nightstand, persistently.
It's Fernando's phone. They both know who it is.
Sergio knows that, after the vibrating stops, his love will kiss his forehead and gradually get up to leave. He knows that he can't seem to do a damn thing to stop that, that he's powerless. He knows he won't bring himself to open his eyes to witness that, as always. He knows that his love will stamp his wary eyes on him before closing the door. He knows that his love won't ever say Good bye. He knows that he won't see his love for a very long time. That is what he knows.
But what he doesn't know is that this time, it happens differently-the complete opposite.
This time, the phone is stopped forcefully, to a quick harsh impact to his wall. This time, his love leaves breathless kisses on his forehead and doesn't get up, just tucks in closer. This time, Sergio has his eyes open the entire time.
He can't get the image of Fernando's heated face from his vision.
“Fer-”
“Don't.” Fernando mumbles into his neck, stops him right in his tracks of question.
“Okay.” Sergio replies back and closes his eyes.
This is the first time Sergio has slept without hearing the faint vibrates ring in his ear. This time, he slept with the sound of soft snores from his love. His love.
The rain is pounding behind Fernando. He's soaking wet, through his jacket to his sweater and to his undershirt and his underwear-he is soaked. His hair is plastered to his face and he's trying not to tremble by how cold he is, or how his raw lips and cheeks burn. He tries very hard.
Fernando doesn't know what to make of the white knuckles clutching the door open, or how Sergio's face is completely blank, as if he's petrified.
Fernando gives a wry smile.
“It took a lot out of me but, I'm here.” he says. The clashing of thunder fills the pause and Fernando licks his broken lips. “I'm here and I'm yours.”
Sergio finally moves then.
Fernando doesn't know why, but Sergio closes the door behind him. Bare feet walking in puddles and he's wrapping careful arms around him. Fernando melts in his embrace.
With the loud storm drenching them both, he can't tell who's sobbing or not.
Sergio's fingers dig in cotton as he tries to fish for his keys in pocket, furiously. His nose is stopped up, his skin is burning up, his stomach is flopping about, and his temper is very short. He wants to cave in someone's face and kick the shit out of random objects. He wants to scream until his throat aches. He wants to stop giving a fuck.
His keys finally slid into the key hole and he's stalking inside of his dark apartment. Throwing his phone across the room and racing to his bedroom. He stops in the hallway though, when he notices that his bedroom is lit up. Not by his lamps or TV, but something much more dull.
He walks carefully now, regretting that he slammed the door. But then when he's inside, the fear slides right off his shoulders.
There's short candles all over his dressers, nightstand, desk, and any other place where it could manage without catching anything on fire. It's uplifting and warm and he can't help but curl his lips at such. There's a soft play of a guitar stringing throughout the room, and he can't seem to no where it's spilling from but he doesn't care when his eyes land on a curled figure on his bed.
Once he's closer, the dim light from his sunroof scatters across his bed, over the body that lays there. Soundlessly asleep.
He knells on the side of his bed, reaching to wipe some of Fernando's hair away from his face dipped in moonlight. And when he does so, the anger immediately dissipates.
He soaks in the alluring features of one person he can't seem to be angry with. No matter how hard he tries, it just doesn't work.
Secretly, he doesn't mind.
Leafs began to filter around Sergio's and Fernando's warmth bodies on the sticky grass. The air was starting to thicken and bring in the new heat of the summer. Birds were chirping proudly into the trees and bugs withered along the sides of the dusky trail, seeking shelter before they dried up.
Fernando lifted his water bottle for Sergio, letting the boy have a sip-just a sip. The golden boy was quick to react, gulping down as much water as possible, which Fernando figured would happen.
Sergio, knowing better than to just sit there, had got up and ran away from his friend. Fernando yelled and chased him around the group of oaks trees. Almost being able to catch him before the boy gained some sort of hyper speed again.
Sergio had suddenly stopped at some point. Grabbing Fernando's attention within a heart beat as the blonde almost bumped into him. He watched as Sergio teasingly shook the now empty bottle at him. Fernando's brows crinkled and he stalked forward like hell had possessed him, yet Sergio stayed still with a smirk plastered on his face.
He grabbed Sergio's tangy tank top in his fist, bringing him to his face. Although he knew he wouldn't really do anything to his friend. Even if he did, Sergio was the one to react first.
He clashed their soft lips together, plunging his cool tongue into his mouth and slipping in the water that he supposedly drunk. His clammy hands were on Fernando's cheeks, forcing him to drink it all and he did without a doubt in his mind. He swallowed and swallowed until he didn't give a damn about the water anymore, just the way they were attacking each others mouths. Fernando hands were practically trying to rip the Sergio's tank top apart, wanting to mark that salty skin possessively, punish him for the teasingly act. And suddenly, he was over the fact that Sergio wasted the only water bottle they had for this 10k jogging trail.
La Furia Roja had swiftly kept partying throughout the night, not wanting to end their excitement, so they kept the entire Spain awake.
Although two members went their own track.
It happened by accident, Sergio swears. They were just passing shots back and forth with each other alone at one side of the bar. Fernando kept laughing and laughing until he practically cried and that's when Sergio foolishly licked at his face.
That was a terrible mistake.
Some of their teammates saw but kept partying like their intoxicated mind states told them to.
Fernando stared at him hazily and watched as Sergio babbled off a sorry excuse of an apology over the obnoxious music. Something must have just snapped within Fernando and made him drag Sergio into the empty corridor by the bathrooms.
With the help of Fernando tripping over the España flag tied around his waist, they both collapsed against the wall.
Fernando blinked at his face for a couple of moments, fingers still digging into Sergio's shirt.“..you..weren't suppose to..do that..”
“no no..” Sergio pleads with a sad frown upon his face. “..thats why I said sorry. I'm sorry I c-couldn't control mysel-” Hes stopped when Fernando kisses him. It's a sloppy kiss but it's perfect and tasty and enough to make Sergio moan , Their tongues are gliding and wrapping inside each others mouth. Making them hotter than they already were. Sergio's hat falls off and Fernando pulls at his hair,
And before Sergio could thread his fingers into Fernando's short hair, the ex-blonde withdraws with a smack of his swollen wet lips. “..me neither..but I guess that’s just the ..victory talking..”
“yeah..” Sergio agrees. “..the victory..”
Pairing: It's always Fernando & Sergio. That is all I can write, lately.
Rating: pg 13 - pg 17?
Note: Some of these I wrote a while back, some of them I just now wrote. They're kinda in order, so.
This is for all the people that have made my Birthday a bit better. Thanks.
Both of them have been awake for hours, but they don't want to move.
Fernando's face is tucked under Sergio's chin, and Sergio's leg is draped over his waist. Their eyes are closed and their breathing is faint and hearts are thrumming softly under the warmth of the blankets that engulf them. The morning light from the sunroof glitters across their brunette hair that peaks from under the blankets and their should be soft fulfilled smiles tugging at their lips, but there isn't.
A god forsaken phone vibrates on the wooden nightstand, persistently.
It's Fernando's phone. They both know who it is.
Sergio knows that, after the vibrating stops, his love will kiss his forehead and gradually get up to leave. He knows that he can't seem to do a damn thing to stop that, that he's powerless. He knows he won't bring himself to open his eyes to witness that, as always. He knows that his love will stamp his wary eyes on him before closing the door. He knows that his love won't ever say Good bye. He knows that he won't see his love for a very long time. That is what he knows.
But what he doesn't know is that this time, it happens differently-the complete opposite.
This time, the phone is stopped forcefully, to a quick harsh impact to his wall. This time, his love leaves breathless kisses on his forehead and doesn't get up, just tucks in closer. This time, Sergio has his eyes open the entire time.
He can't get the image of Fernando's heated face from his vision.
“Fer-”
“Don't.” Fernando mumbles into his neck, stops him right in his tracks of question.
“Okay.” Sergio replies back and closes his eyes.
This is the first time Sergio has slept without hearing the faint vibrates ring in his ear. This time, he slept with the sound of soft snores from his love. His love.
The rain is pounding behind Fernando. He's soaking wet, through his jacket to his sweater and to his undershirt and his underwear-he is soaked. His hair is plastered to his face and he's trying not to tremble by how cold he is, or how his raw lips and cheeks burn. He tries very hard.
Fernando doesn't know what to make of the white knuckles clutching the door open, or how Sergio's face is completely blank, as if he's petrified.
Fernando gives a wry smile.
“It took a lot out of me but, I'm here.” he says. The clashing of thunder fills the pause and Fernando licks his broken lips. “I'm here and I'm yours.”
Sergio finally moves then.
Fernando doesn't know why, but Sergio closes the door behind him. Bare feet walking in puddles and he's wrapping careful arms around him. Fernando melts in his embrace.
With the loud storm drenching them both, he can't tell who's sobbing or not.
Sergio's fingers dig in cotton as he tries to fish for his keys in pocket, furiously. His nose is stopped up, his skin is burning up, his stomach is flopping about, and his temper is very short. He wants to cave in someone's face and kick the shit out of random objects. He wants to scream until his throat aches. He wants to stop giving a fuck.
His keys finally slid into the key hole and he's stalking inside of his dark apartment. Throwing his phone across the room and racing to his bedroom. He stops in the hallway though, when he notices that his bedroom is lit up. Not by his lamps or TV, but something much more dull.
He walks carefully now, regretting that he slammed the door. But then when he's inside, the fear slides right off his shoulders.
There's short candles all over his dressers, nightstand, desk, and any other place where it could manage without catching anything on fire. It's uplifting and warm and he can't help but curl his lips at such. There's a soft play of a guitar stringing throughout the room, and he can't seem to no where it's spilling from but he doesn't care when his eyes land on a curled figure on his bed.
Once he's closer, the dim light from his sunroof scatters across his bed, over the body that lays there. Soundlessly asleep.
He knells on the side of his bed, reaching to wipe some of Fernando's hair away from his face dipped in moonlight. And when he does so, the anger immediately dissipates.
He soaks in the alluring features of one person he can't seem to be angry with. No matter how hard he tries, it just doesn't work.
Secretly, he doesn't mind.
Leafs began to filter around Sergio's and Fernando's warmth bodies on the sticky grass. The air was starting to thicken and bring in the new heat of the summer. Birds were chirping proudly into the trees and bugs withered along the sides of the dusky trail, seeking shelter before they dried up.
Fernando lifted his water bottle for Sergio, letting the boy have a sip-just a sip. The golden boy was quick to react, gulping down as much water as possible, which Fernando figured would happen.
Sergio, knowing better than to just sit there, had got up and ran away from his friend. Fernando yelled and chased him around the group of oaks trees. Almost being able to catch him before the boy gained some sort of hyper speed again.
Sergio had suddenly stopped at some point. Grabbing Fernando's attention within a heart beat as the blonde almost bumped into him. He watched as Sergio teasingly shook the now empty bottle at him. Fernando's brows crinkled and he stalked forward like hell had possessed him, yet Sergio stayed still with a smirk plastered on his face.
He grabbed Sergio's tangy tank top in his fist, bringing him to his face. Although he knew he wouldn't really do anything to his friend. Even if he did, Sergio was the one to react first.
He clashed their soft lips together, plunging his cool tongue into his mouth and slipping in the water that he supposedly drunk. His clammy hands were on Fernando's cheeks, forcing him to drink it all and he did without a doubt in his mind. He swallowed and swallowed until he didn't give a damn about the water anymore, just the way they were attacking each others mouths. Fernando hands were practically trying to rip the Sergio's tank top apart, wanting to mark that salty skin possessively, punish him for the teasingly act. And suddenly, he was over the fact that Sergio wasted the only water bottle they had for this 10k jogging trail.
La Furia Roja had swiftly kept partying throughout the night, not wanting to end their excitement, so they kept the entire Spain awake.
Although two members went their own track.
It happened by accident, Sergio swears. They were just passing shots back and forth with each other alone at one side of the bar. Fernando kept laughing and laughing until he practically cried and that's when Sergio foolishly licked at his face.
That was a terrible mistake.
Some of their teammates saw but kept partying like their intoxicated mind states told them to.
Fernando stared at him hazily and watched as Sergio babbled off a sorry excuse of an apology over the obnoxious music. Something must have just snapped within Fernando and made him drag Sergio into the empty corridor by the bathrooms.
With the help of Fernando tripping over the España flag tied around his waist, they both collapsed against the wall.
Fernando blinked at his face for a couple of moments, fingers still digging into Sergio's shirt.“..you..weren't suppose to..do that..”
“no no..” Sergio pleads with a sad frown upon his face. “..thats why I said sorry. I'm sorry I c-couldn't control mysel-” Hes stopped when Fernando kisses him. It's a sloppy kiss but it's perfect and tasty and enough to make Sergio moan , Their tongues are gliding and wrapping inside each others mouth. Making them hotter than they already were. Sergio's hat falls off and Fernando pulls at his hair,
And before Sergio could thread his fingers into Fernando's short hair, the ex-blonde withdraws with a smack of his swollen wet lips. “..me neither..but I guess that’s just the ..victory talking..”
“yeah..” Sergio agrees. “..the victory..”