Nieve y Besos
Language English
Fandom Football
Characters Iker Muniain & Ander Herrera
Words 1.168
Summary Athletic’s New Year’s Eve party at Lezama and Ander wants to tell Iker something.
Rating PG-13
Beta'ed No
Disclaimer This is all in my head and in no way meant to be real.
Note Happy New Year everybody! <3
Nieve y Besos
Lezama was the chosen location for this year’s New Year’s Eve party and the relaxation room was filled with first team players and their partners, a few of the older reserve players that had been called up recently and the coaching staff. There was music, turned low so conversations could be held, and a table carrying drinks and snacks that fit in with the players’ diets.
One of the TVs was on, already showing firework displays from countries where it was already past twelve and Iker was staring at them, a red clock in the corner of the screen indicating it was ten minutes to the new year, when Ander bumped into him.
“Oh, sorry,” Ander mumbled, steadying the small striker with his hands.
“Fucker,” Iker grinned, elbowing Ander in his side playfully. The midfielder smiled back faintly, looking distracted. He joined Iker with watching the displays, the bright lights washing over his face.
“Hey Iker, I need to tell you something,” Ander blurted out suddenly and Iker needed a few seconds to process the quickly spoken words.
“Yeah, sure,” Iker looked expectantly at the midfielder but Ander shook his head, casting a look around. Aritz was standing nearby, talking to Carlos and Fernando, and Ibai was joking around with Jonas.
“Not here. Ehm, outside maybe?” Iker shrugged, not really caring that much about where Ander wanted to talk, and let himself be led outside. Ander let go of his wrist the moment they were outside and walked towards one of the training pitches, Iker following him. The midfielder stopped at the pitch they usually trained on, resting his elbows on the railing as he looked over the pitch.
The railing was cold, the chill seeping through the fabric of his sweater when Iker leaned on it, next to Ander. The air was crisp with clouds covering the moon and the stars. A thin layer of snow covered the pitch and when Iker looked up to the sky, a snowflake landed on his cheek.
“Hey, it is snowing,” Iker grinned, nudging Ander with his elbow but the midfielder stayed quiet, staring at the field.
“Ander, what’s wrong?” the striker asked, a bit concerned with his friend’s silence.
“Huh? Oh, nothing.” The midfielder shot him a shaky grin and clasped his hands around the iron bar.
“Then why did you drag me out here?” Iker asked, nudging him again, his voice light and joking.
“I uhm... oh,” Ander mumbled, stopping when the church bells in town started to sound, heralding in the new year.
They both kept quiet while the bells rang, Iker still looking at the sky and the snowflakes that slowly fell down.
The bells stopped after twelve rings and Iker smiled as fireworks started to explode high in the sky, the bright colours reflected on the snow, alternating between red, blue, yellow and green. He turned around, giving Ander a hug.
“Happy new ye-” Iker pulled away but his words got muffled by Ander’s lips suddenly pressed against his. He froze, the kiss unexpected, and Ander pulled away.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Ander mumbled when Iker gaped at him and turned on his heels, walking away quickly.
“Wait, what?” Iker muttered, shaking his head to get out of his daze and turned around too, set on finding Ander and kissing him back properly, the way he had wanted to for some time now.
Once back inside, Ander nowhere to be found outside, Ibai pulled him into a hug, squeezing hard.
“Happy new year!” the number eleven shouted in his ear and Iker shouted it back, doing his best to crack Ibai’s rib as he returned the hug. In return Ibai lifted him up, making use of the eight centimetres he had on Iker and left Iker gasping for breath when he put him down.
“Ow,” Iker rubbed over his ribs as he glared at a grinning Ibai. “Hey, have you seen Ander?”
“Yeah, he came by here. Looked upset. What did you do out there, gave him a New Year’s kiss?” Ibai chuckled, slapping Iker’s shoulder.
“Something like that, yeah,” Iker muttered under his breath, going into the direction Ibai had pointed at.
Next to grab him was Gorka, Iker yelping when the tall keeper almost lifted him from the ground and spun him around. The striker felt a bit dizzy when Gorka put him down again and couldn’t duck away in time to avoid Gorka’s hand ruffling his hair.
“Happy new year Iker!”
“You too Gorka,” Iker smiled, shaking his head as Gorka turned to give Raúl a hug.
It took some time to get out of the room, Ibai and Gorka not the only ones wanting to wish him a good new year and give him or hug or ruffle his hair. He finally escaped Amore’s grasp and got into the hallway, hands flying up to fix his hair while he was grumbling under his breath, listening to a sound that could tell him where Ander was hiding.
A muffled sound came from one of the examination rooms and Iker frowned, wondering why Ander would hide in there as he pushed the door open.
“Ande- oh, sorry, didn’t mean to disturb,” Iker grinned as he observed the way Óscar had Markel pressed against the wall, Markel’s dress shirt tugged from his pants and pushed up, showing a strip of skin, Óscar’s plaid shirt hanging loose.
“So, you two are together, really?” he asked the two frozen players, shocked looks on their face. Markel started to turn red and Óscar stepped away from the winger, fiddling with his shirt.
“Iker! Uhm, this isn’t want it looks like?” Óscar winced as he spoke the cliché line, trying not to look at the others in the room.
“I don’t mind, really. I was just wondering if you have seen Ander?” Iker waved any excuse Óscar wanted to make away.
“No, we were kind of... busy.” Markel blushed harder and Iker chuckled, stepping away.
“Well, don’t mind me then, I’ll just continue looking for him. Enjoy your New Year’s kisses.” He winked at them before closing the door, leaving the two embarrassed players behind in the small room.
He frowned, trying to think where the midfielder got have gone before spotting a door ajar further down the hallway. He quietly walked towards the door, not wanting to startle Ander, and pushed the door to the wardrobe further open.
“Hey, where are you going?” he asked the midfielder when he found him pulling on his coat. Ander froze, one arm in the coat, the other halfway down the sleeve.
“Iker?” Iker hummed, leaning against the doorpost as Ander turned around towards him, a heartbroken expression on his face.
“Iker, look, I’m really sorry tha-” Iker strode forward and slapped a hand over Ander’s mouth, grinning at him.
“Oh shut it, I like you too, you idiot,” he told the surprised midfielder before standing on his toes, showing Ander what a proper New Year’s kiss should be like.