Now love is like an Ocean
Title: Now love is like an Ocean
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos.
WordCount: 1619
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
A/N: In the mist of writing something else, this was born.
“Some day, all our wishes will come true.” Fernando tells him one chilly night in the sand.
Sergio, at first, doesn't take it seriously. He giggles at the way Fernando tries to be wise and serious all the time, and he smiles up at the sky when Fernando pushes him over. “You don't even know my wish.” He says back, temptingly.
He can almost feel the curiosity bubble up in Fernando. “What do you wish for?”
Sergio quickly retorts, “I'm not telling you.”
Fernando looks down at him, squinting when a breeze washes over his face. “Why not?”
“Because.” Sergio kicks at a shell wedged in the sand. “It's a secret.”
His answer sparks another push from Fernando. “We don't have secrets.”
“Then I do.”
“But you're not suppose to.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” Fernando yanks him up and when they're leveled at each other, closer than ever.
Sergio gives him the most incredulous look ever. “Who died and made you president of friendships?”
Fernando rolls his eyes and prepares to counter attack, to lecture on how he's right, until Sergio swipes some sand in his face, pulls from his grip, and runs off to the waters. Fernando sits stunned with bits of it stuck on his face as Sergio drops himself in the waves.
He wipes it off with his tank top and runs after Sergio with the biggest smile.
---
Fernando smirks. “You could just tell me your secret and I'll give you some of my water.”
Sergio's face drips of sweat as he rolls up his shorts even higher than they were before. The sun is beating hotter than usual and he can't take much of it. He seeks shade under an Oak tree and shakes his head at Fernando, who seems cooler than ever.
He breathlessly says, “I rather die from dehydration. No thank you.” And then, “Besides, I saw you drunk the last of it by the other trail.”
Fernando's smirk falls.
---
“Is it to be a footballer?”
“No.”
“Is it for a better nose?”
“No.”
“A new CD player?”
Sergio takes Fernando's plate and slide all of the fries onto his. He takes one into his mouth before returning to Fernando's eager eyes.
“Hm? Oh. No.” Sergio finally says, and Fernando lands his head on the restaurant table.
---
Sergio groans into his math book. He glances over to Fernando, who's looking through his stack of games on the carpet, and he quickly frowns at himself for ever thinking he could ask for Fernando's help when, obviously, he would try to bargain with him. But his calculator is missing and the only live human who can work as a calculator is Fernando.
It's worth a try. “Fer-”
“Need some help?” Fernando's one his bed quickly, set on Indian-style and with the typical eagerness as usual these days.
Sergio sighs and hands over his textbook. “I don't really get #45.”
“I could give you the answer if-”
“-I'm not telling you my secret.”
They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity.
Fernando finally looks down at his book with a soft frown. “..Is it that bad?”
Sergio shrugs. “Not really. It depends.”
Fernando's eyes glimmer. “Depends?”
“Yeah.”
Fernando closes his textbook. “We've been friends since we were eight. I helped you clean your bedsheets when you pissed yourself, and you can't tell me a secret that's not even bad?”
Sergio rolled his eyes before taking his book. “I told you it depends. Not everyone is-”
“I don't care. I deserve to know.”
“Look, I know we're friends and all but, we don't have to know everything personal about each other. Okay?”
Fernando huffs and throws himself back on the floor where Sergio's game station is. “Whatever.” he grumbles after awhile.
Sergio snorts at him and tries to solve the algebra, but after 30 minutes of staring at it, he closes the book and never really finishes the rest of his summer school work.
---
Sergio's phone rings over and over again. He actually heard it in his dream before he had awoken. His hand shoveled around on the nightstand for his cell phone until he grabbed it and pressed it to his face.
“Hello?”
“I have a secret, too.”
Sergio wipes his eyes and checks the screen of his phone. It's blurred with Fernando. “Good for you.” he mumbles back.
“It's about you.”
Sergio doesn't say anything after a while, long enough for Fernando to hang up in his face.
He doesn't go back to sleep that night.
---
Fernando can feel Sergio staring at him as he ties his cleats. When he stands from the park bench, he's staring back at him with his brows raised in interest. Sergio drops the ball from under his arm and snorts. “You don't know anything.”
Fernando frowns. “You don't know that for sure. Don't make a fool out of yourself.”
Before Sergio could reply, he kicks the ball in play and they run after each other, stealing the ball back and forth with tons tackles and slurs thrown in between. Their clothes nearly dirty shreds after the wrestle they had towards the end.
When it was over, there was no goals to count for, only several red card material to look after.
---
“Just press on the analog stick for the subtitles.” Fernando tells Sergio as he desperately scans the remote.
He frowns when he finds it, and sighs loudly when he falls on Fernando's bed. “I should of took English instead of French.” he says.
Fernando nudges his shoulder with his and gives him a corny sentimental frown, rubbing his knowledge of the language in his face. “What a pity.” he says in English. Sergio frowns even harder and throws the remote at him.
“Fuck you.” he says and Fernando laughs at his accent, even though the impact of the remote to his shin was pretty painful.
He doesn't really know why, but he pushes his nose in Sergio's cheek and answers back in English, “I love you, too.”
It's suppose to be a joke, like they mention in all those American TV shows, but they both pull back from each other like they've been burned. Sergio looks back at him with nor a frown or a smile, more likely stunned. And the more Fernando thinks about it, he can't come with a decent reason why he had said that.
Fernando stutters. “N-No, I-I was kidding. I don't love you.”
Sergio's blank expression doesn't falter.
“I mean,” Fernando nervously scratches the back of his head. His chest feels stuffy inside. He doesn't even know why feels like this. “I do love you, as a friend. Just a friend. I was just being sarcastic.” he says. His cheeks are burning up.
Sergio finally blinks, but he looks away, and doesn't really reveal anything from his face. “Okay.” he says.
Fernando bites his bottom lip for how awkward it grows from then. After a while, Sergio bends down and grabs the remote from Fernando's feet. He presses on the analog stick and doesn't say another word, even when the movie ends and as he leaves.
Fernando slumbers weakly that night. His heart was lodged in his throat the entire time.
There was never really a secret he kept from Sergio, until then.
---
They go to the park again to play football and it's not as hype as it was the last time.
But there was goals-that neither of them paid attention to.
---
Sergio shows up at Fernando's door step a week later.
“I have something to tell you.” he says.
Fernando exhales deeply. “Me too.”
They settle themselves on his bed. None of them say anything at first, each of them waiting for the other to speak.
Then, “You deserve to know my secret the most.” Sergio says, quickly catching the eyes of Fernando.
Fernando tries to breathe properly, but either way, he still feels claustrophobic. “..Why?”
“Because.” Sergio plays a thread from Fernando's blanket. “You're my best friend.”
Fernando smiles a little. “I'm glad you taken up the rule.”
They chuckle until it dies silent again. Fernando looks up to find Sergio's brows knitted and his eyes filled with worry.
“Is it bad?” Fernando asks softly.
Sergio shakes his head. “No. But it's kinda scary to say aloud.”
“Then can I tell you mines, first?”
Sergio stares back at him in shock for a moment before quickly nodding. “Y-Yeah.”
Fernando bites the inside of cheek and closes his eyes.
Sergio can feel his heart beating out of his chest. He doesn't know what to expect, or what to do, but then Fernando grabs his arms and-he kisses him, warm and soft and perfectly. They both nearly melt into it, and Fernando lets out a steady sigh when Sergio's hand finds the back of his neck instinctively, pulling him more onto his heated lips. When they finally break apart, Sergio breathlessly lets out. “I'm in love with you.”
Fernando tugs on his shirt and kisses him again. Sergio mumbles in between, “I've always been in love with you.”
This time, Sergio kisses the side of his mouth and Fernando barely manages a, “Me too.” before they fall back on the bed, kissing each other until dark rose.
---
One chilly night in the sand, their wishes came true.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Fernando Torres/Sergio Ramos.
WordCount: 1619
Disclaimer: We'll never know.
A/N: In the mist of writing something else, this was born.
“Some day, all our wishes will come true.” Fernando tells him one chilly night in the sand.
Sergio, at first, doesn't take it seriously. He giggles at the way Fernando tries to be wise and serious all the time, and he smiles up at the sky when Fernando pushes him over. “You don't even know my wish.” He says back, temptingly.
He can almost feel the curiosity bubble up in Fernando. “What do you wish for?”
Sergio quickly retorts, “I'm not telling you.”
Fernando looks down at him, squinting when a breeze washes over his face. “Why not?”
“Because.” Sergio kicks at a shell wedged in the sand. “It's a secret.”
His answer sparks another push from Fernando. “We don't have secrets.”
“Then I do.”
“But you're not suppose to.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” Fernando yanks him up and when they're leveled at each other, closer than ever.
Sergio gives him the most incredulous look ever. “Who died and made you president of friendships?”
Fernando rolls his eyes and prepares to counter attack, to lecture on how he's right, until Sergio swipes some sand in his face, pulls from his grip, and runs off to the waters. Fernando sits stunned with bits of it stuck on his face as Sergio drops himself in the waves.
He wipes it off with his tank top and runs after Sergio with the biggest smile.
---
Fernando smirks. “You could just tell me your secret and I'll give you some of my water.”
Sergio's face drips of sweat as he rolls up his shorts even higher than they were before. The sun is beating hotter than usual and he can't take much of it. He seeks shade under an Oak tree and shakes his head at Fernando, who seems cooler than ever.
He breathlessly says, “I rather die from dehydration. No thank you.” And then, “Besides, I saw you drunk the last of it by the other trail.”
Fernando's smirk falls.
---
“Is it to be a footballer?”
“No.”
“Is it for a better nose?”
“No.”
“A new CD player?”
Sergio takes Fernando's plate and slide all of the fries onto his. He takes one into his mouth before returning to Fernando's eager eyes.
“Hm? Oh. No.” Sergio finally says, and Fernando lands his head on the restaurant table.
---
Sergio groans into his math book. He glances over to Fernando, who's looking through his stack of games on the carpet, and he quickly frowns at himself for ever thinking he could ask for Fernando's help when, obviously, he would try to bargain with him. But his calculator is missing and the only live human who can work as a calculator is Fernando.
It's worth a try. “Fer-”
“Need some help?” Fernando's one his bed quickly, set on Indian-style and with the typical eagerness as usual these days.
Sergio sighs and hands over his textbook. “I don't really get #45.”
“I could give you the answer if-”
“-I'm not telling you my secret.”
They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity.
Fernando finally looks down at his book with a soft frown. “..Is it that bad?”
Sergio shrugs. “Not really. It depends.”
Fernando's eyes glimmer. “Depends?”
“Yeah.”
Fernando closes his textbook. “We've been friends since we were eight. I helped you clean your bedsheets when you pissed yourself, and you can't tell me a secret that's not even bad?”
Sergio rolled his eyes before taking his book. “I told you it depends. Not everyone is-”
“I don't care. I deserve to know.”
“Look, I know we're friends and all but, we don't have to know everything personal about each other. Okay?”
Fernando huffs and throws himself back on the floor where Sergio's game station is. “Whatever.” he grumbles after awhile.
Sergio snorts at him and tries to solve the algebra, but after 30 minutes of staring at it, he closes the book and never really finishes the rest of his summer school work.
---
Sergio's phone rings over and over again. He actually heard it in his dream before he had awoken. His hand shoveled around on the nightstand for his cell phone until he grabbed it and pressed it to his face.
“Hello?”
“I have a secret, too.”
Sergio wipes his eyes and checks the screen of his phone. It's blurred with Fernando. “Good for you.” he mumbles back.
“It's about you.”
Sergio doesn't say anything after a while, long enough for Fernando to hang up in his face.
He doesn't go back to sleep that night.
---
Fernando can feel Sergio staring at him as he ties his cleats. When he stands from the park bench, he's staring back at him with his brows raised in interest. Sergio drops the ball from under his arm and snorts. “You don't know anything.”
Fernando frowns. “You don't know that for sure. Don't make a fool out of yourself.”
Before Sergio could reply, he kicks the ball in play and they run after each other, stealing the ball back and forth with tons tackles and slurs thrown in between. Their clothes nearly dirty shreds after the wrestle they had towards the end.
When it was over, there was no goals to count for, only several red card material to look after.
---
“Just press on the analog stick for the subtitles.” Fernando tells Sergio as he desperately scans the remote.
He frowns when he finds it, and sighs loudly when he falls on Fernando's bed. “I should of took English instead of French.” he says.
Fernando nudges his shoulder with his and gives him a corny sentimental frown, rubbing his knowledge of the language in his face. “What a pity.” he says in English. Sergio frowns even harder and throws the remote at him.
“Fuck you.” he says and Fernando laughs at his accent, even though the impact of the remote to his shin was pretty painful.
He doesn't really know why, but he pushes his nose in Sergio's cheek and answers back in English, “I love you, too.”
It's suppose to be a joke, like they mention in all those American TV shows, but they both pull back from each other like they've been burned. Sergio looks back at him with nor a frown or a smile, more likely stunned. And the more Fernando thinks about it, he can't come with a decent reason why he had said that.
Fernando stutters. “N-No, I-I was kidding. I don't love you.”
Sergio's blank expression doesn't falter.
“I mean,” Fernando nervously scratches the back of his head. His chest feels stuffy inside. He doesn't even know why feels like this. “I do love you, as a friend. Just a friend. I was just being sarcastic.” he says. His cheeks are burning up.
Sergio finally blinks, but he looks away, and doesn't really reveal anything from his face. “Okay.” he says.
Fernando bites his bottom lip for how awkward it grows from then. After a while, Sergio bends down and grabs the remote from Fernando's feet. He presses on the analog stick and doesn't say another word, even when the movie ends and as he leaves.
Fernando slumbers weakly that night. His heart was lodged in his throat the entire time.
There was never really a secret he kept from Sergio, until then.
---
They go to the park again to play football and it's not as hype as it was the last time.
But there was goals-that neither of them paid attention to.
---
Sergio shows up at Fernando's door step a week later.
“I have something to tell you.” he says.
Fernando exhales deeply. “Me too.”
They settle themselves on his bed. None of them say anything at first, each of them waiting for the other to speak.
Then, “You deserve to know my secret the most.” Sergio says, quickly catching the eyes of Fernando.
Fernando tries to breathe properly, but either way, he still feels claustrophobic. “..Why?”
“Because.” Sergio plays a thread from Fernando's blanket. “You're my best friend.”
Fernando smiles a little. “I'm glad you taken up the rule.”
They chuckle until it dies silent again. Fernando looks up to find Sergio's brows knitted and his eyes filled with worry.
“Is it bad?” Fernando asks softly.
Sergio shakes his head. “No. But it's kinda scary to say aloud.”
“Then can I tell you mines, first?”
Sergio stares back at him in shock for a moment before quickly nodding. “Y-Yeah.”
Fernando bites the inside of cheek and closes his eyes.
Sergio can feel his heart beating out of his chest. He doesn't know what to expect, or what to do, but then Fernando grabs his arms and-he kisses him, warm and soft and perfectly. They both nearly melt into it, and Fernando lets out a steady sigh when Sergio's hand finds the back of his neck instinctively, pulling him more onto his heated lips. When they finally break apart, Sergio breathlessly lets out. “I'm in love with you.”
Fernando tugs on his shirt and kisses him again. Sergio mumbles in between, “I've always been in love with you.”
This time, Sergio kisses the side of his mouth and Fernando barely manages a, “Me too.” before they fall back on the bed, kissing each other until dark rose.
---
One chilly night in the sand, their wishes came true.