[fic] High school AU (Luciano/Martín)
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Luciano/Martín
Rated: for everyone
Summary: High school AU in which Lu and Martín are supposed to be working on a project together, but Lu decides that he needs to get some bargaining power and stop his partner's yawning at the same time.
This is for zulenha's birthday, which I hope was fabulous! \o/
Characters are not mine
They sat across from each other at the kitchen table in Luciano's house, with the clock shaped like a rooster that he loathed so much staring down at them from the wall. A half hour had passed already, and they still had yet to come to even one agreement on their project. Martín kept insisting that they should videotape a skit of story, which sounded to Luciano like way too much work just to be humiliated in class later. He suggested that they make a diorama, but Martín had answered, "What, didn't you have enough of making that kind of shit in grade school?" And Luciano should not have felt embarrassed because he was in his own damn house and he loved making things with his hands and Martín was the worst partner in the world and he had every intention of asking the teacher tomorrow to let him switch partners, and then Martín, yawning in boredom, told him to stop pretending to hyperventilate.
"I'm not--" Luciano paused to catch his breath, "hyperventilating."
Martín rolled his eyes at him. "If you're going to make a big deal about it, I'll let you figure out the sets."
"No! We are not making a video. I don't care if we don't do the diorama, but I'm not acting. And stop yawning!"
Martín scowled. "I can't. I'm tired. If you would just compromise on a few things, we could get this done with sooner so I could take a nap."
Luciano fumed at the 'compromise' comment, but he didn't take the bait. "Give me a break, you sleep all day in class."
"Not all day, and even then it's only in short increments. But anyway, if you don't have a video camera, I can--"
"So sleep at home. And cut it out with the video crap."
Martín stopped mid sentence, staring at him. Only when Luciano raised his eyebrows and was ready to ask if he was alright did he answer, "I can't."
"Of course you can, you've just got it in your head that we're going to act it out and--"
"No, I mean, yes, we're going to do the video," Martín butted in, "I meant I can't sleep at home. So forgive me if I can't help yawning in your face." He did it again to prove his point, so wide that Luciano could see the fillings from too many sweets in his molars. And now that Luciano was really looking, he could see the dark bags covered with a layer of concealer under Martín's eyes, and the way everything about him seemed to wilt like a flower out on a hot, dry day.
He must not have been thinking straight because he had just associated Martín with a flower, so it was not that far of a leap to say, "You can take a nap here if you want, if it means we can get this done later without arguing. And without the video."
Martín stared at him again. It was getting really unnerving, all this staring, because he eyes were so green and clear, and Luciano had to tear his eyes away and shuffle through the instructions for their project because...well, because.
"In an actual bed?" Martín asked finally.
Luciano was going to set him up on the couch, but now he could hear his dad ranting in his ear about being a good host. "Sure, whatever. Just promise we can do something besides a skit or a video or whatever, or I'll make sure you don't get anymore sleep in class."
They glared at each other for a few moments before Martín said, "I hope your mattress isn't a piece of shit."
Luciano brushed past him, not even checking that he was following him down the hall to his bedroom. There were clothes and shoes strewn about the floor that he kicked into a pile in the corner. He lifted the covers to check for any stray socks, jumping when he heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of cloth. Martín toed his slacks off and stood in the middle of the room in his T-shirt and underwear, looking around at the posters of footballers on the wall, his eyes lingering on the small calendar by the desk that still showed Miss November, a bikini clad woman playing beach volleyball, several months out of date. Luciano's face heated up.
"Ok, so go to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour to work again. And you'd better not yawn in my face then."
"Two hours."
"Fine, whatever!" He turned to leave.
"Wait!" Martín called in a voice that almost seemed desperate to Luciano's ears. "Is...is that a DS?" he asked, pointing at the hand held game on the desk. Luciano shrugged.
"Yeah?"
"Well..." Martín sat on the edge of the bed. "You could stay in here and play it if you wanted. As long as you're not too loud."
Luciano raised an eyebrow. "And why would I want to do that?"
"Or you could read a book or something--"
"Do you want me to keep you company? Just say it if that's what you want."
Martín glared at his knees, and then crawled under the covers with his back to Luciano. His shoulder curled in toward his chest, so that he appeared much smaller than he actually was.
"I promise there are no monsters under the bed," Luciano said. No answer came from the bed, but Martín's shoulders twitched a bit. Luciano sighed and grabbed his DS before sitting on the end of the mattress. "Is this going to bother you?" he asked.
Martín stretched his neck to look at him. "...No, you're fine."
"Good." He was not sure why he was putting up with this crap, but maybe letting Martín have his little nap would give him some leverage...even though it seemed like he was the one caving to his classmate's whims at every turn. He turned and looked at Martín's face, drawn and tired, his corn-husk hair falling limply over his closed eyes. "Hey, Martín?"
Martín grunted.
"Is there anything...I mean, if you don't like being at your house, or you know...whatever..."
There was silence for a bit, and Luciano wondered if Martín had actually fallen asleep so quickly, but then he got a response.
"It's not that. Just nightmares. Now shut up so I can sleep."
Luciano scowled. He was just trying to show a little concern, but whatever. He turned on his game and began to play while behind him Martín's breath evened out. After a few minutes, he lay the DS on the sheets and got up the take the calendar off the wall and hide it under some comic books because it made him feel a little weird to have it staring at him while Martín slept in the same room. Then he went back to playing on the bed, leaning back so that he was lying beside Martín's legs on opposite sides of the covers. It was the first time anyone else had slept in his bed. He had always assumed that it would be his yet-to-be-introduced-to-him girlfriend and not his frustrating classmate, but of course this was how things would turn out for him.
Martín mumbled something in his sleep that Luciano could not understand, and when he looked up at him, he saw that he had left his mouth hanging open a bit, his lips chapped and pink. Quickly Luciano looked away, but he had already lost the match in his game, so he turned it off and grabbed one of the comics off his desk. He lay back down beside Martín again, a little higher this time, so that his head was level with the middle of Martín's shoulders. Martín had started snoring softly and rhythmically, and soon Luciano noticed that his own breath had fallen in sync. He rested his eyes for a moment, laying the book on his chest, and within a minute he fell asleep as well.
When his father came home a few hours later, waking the boys from their naps, Luciano sheepishly told Martín to come back the next day to finish the project, and Martín, looking more refreshed already, had given him a dazzling smile and said, "Sounds good!"
Martín left without thanking Luciano or even asking him why he had fallen asleep by his side, which was just as well, since Luciano did not have an answer for that. When he finally went to bed for the night, after evading questions from his dad about his peculiar friend, the first thing he noticed was how much the sheets smelled like Martín after only a short period of time. The second thing he noticed were the stray, golden hairs left on his pillow.
He lay awake for a long time, staring off into space with too many thoughts vying for attention in his mind until exhaustion finally took him not a moment too soon.
Pairing: Luciano/Martín
Rated: for everyone
Summary: High school AU in which Lu and Martín are supposed to be working on a project together, but Lu decides that he needs to get some bargaining power and stop his partner's yawning at the same time.
This is for zulenha's birthday, which I hope was fabulous! \o/
Characters are not mine
They sat across from each other at the kitchen table in Luciano's house, with the clock shaped like a rooster that he loathed so much staring down at them from the wall. A half hour had passed already, and they still had yet to come to even one agreement on their project. Martín kept insisting that they should videotape a skit of story, which sounded to Luciano like way too much work just to be humiliated in class later. He suggested that they make a diorama, but Martín had answered, "What, didn't you have enough of making that kind of shit in grade school?" And Luciano should not have felt embarrassed because he was in his own damn house and he loved making things with his hands and Martín was the worst partner in the world and he had every intention of asking the teacher tomorrow to let him switch partners, and then Martín, yawning in boredom, told him to stop pretending to hyperventilate.
"I'm not--" Luciano paused to catch his breath, "hyperventilating."
Martín rolled his eyes at him. "If you're going to make a big deal about it, I'll let you figure out the sets."
"No! We are not making a video. I don't care if we don't do the diorama, but I'm not acting. And stop yawning!"
Martín scowled. "I can't. I'm tired. If you would just compromise on a few things, we could get this done with sooner so I could take a nap."
Luciano fumed at the 'compromise' comment, but he didn't take the bait. "Give me a break, you sleep all day in class."
"Not all day, and even then it's only in short increments. But anyway, if you don't have a video camera, I can--"
"So sleep at home. And cut it out with the video crap."
Martín stopped mid sentence, staring at him. Only when Luciano raised his eyebrows and was ready to ask if he was alright did he answer, "I can't."
"Of course you can, you've just got it in your head that we're going to act it out and--"
"No, I mean, yes, we're going to do the video," Martín butted in, "I meant I can't sleep at home. So forgive me if I can't help yawning in your face." He did it again to prove his point, so wide that Luciano could see the fillings from too many sweets in his molars. And now that Luciano was really looking, he could see the dark bags covered with a layer of concealer under Martín's eyes, and the way everything about him seemed to wilt like a flower out on a hot, dry day.
He must not have been thinking straight because he had just associated Martín with a flower, so it was not that far of a leap to say, "You can take a nap here if you want, if it means we can get this done later without arguing. And without the video."
Martín stared at him again. It was getting really unnerving, all this staring, because he eyes were so green and clear, and Luciano had to tear his eyes away and shuffle through the instructions for their project because...well, because.
"In an actual bed?" Martín asked finally.
Luciano was going to set him up on the couch, but now he could hear his dad ranting in his ear about being a good host. "Sure, whatever. Just promise we can do something besides a skit or a video or whatever, or I'll make sure you don't get anymore sleep in class."
They glared at each other for a few moments before Martín said, "I hope your mattress isn't a piece of shit."
Luciano brushed past him, not even checking that he was following him down the hall to his bedroom. There were clothes and shoes strewn about the floor that he kicked into a pile in the corner. He lifted the covers to check for any stray socks, jumping when he heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of cloth. Martín toed his slacks off and stood in the middle of the room in his T-shirt and underwear, looking around at the posters of footballers on the wall, his eyes lingering on the small calendar by the desk that still showed Miss November, a bikini clad woman playing beach volleyball, several months out of date. Luciano's face heated up.
"Ok, so go to sleep. I'll wake you up in an hour to work again. And you'd better not yawn in my face then."
"Two hours."
"Fine, whatever!" He turned to leave.
"Wait!" Martín called in a voice that almost seemed desperate to Luciano's ears. "Is...is that a DS?" he asked, pointing at the hand held game on the desk. Luciano shrugged.
"Yeah?"
"Well..." Martín sat on the edge of the bed. "You could stay in here and play it if you wanted. As long as you're not too loud."
Luciano raised an eyebrow. "And why would I want to do that?"
"Or you could read a book or something--"
"Do you want me to keep you company? Just say it if that's what you want."
Martín glared at his knees, and then crawled under the covers with his back to Luciano. His shoulder curled in toward his chest, so that he appeared much smaller than he actually was.
"I promise there are no monsters under the bed," Luciano said. No answer came from the bed, but Martín's shoulders twitched a bit. Luciano sighed and grabbed his DS before sitting on the end of the mattress. "Is this going to bother you?" he asked.
Martín stretched his neck to look at him. "...No, you're fine."
"Good." He was not sure why he was putting up with this crap, but maybe letting Martín have his little nap would give him some leverage...even though it seemed like he was the one caving to his classmate's whims at every turn. He turned and looked at Martín's face, drawn and tired, his corn-husk hair falling limply over his closed eyes. "Hey, Martín?"
Martín grunted.
"Is there anything...I mean, if you don't like being at your house, or you know...whatever..."
There was silence for a bit, and Luciano wondered if Martín had actually fallen asleep so quickly, but then he got a response.
"It's not that. Just nightmares. Now shut up so I can sleep."
Luciano scowled. He was just trying to show a little concern, but whatever. He turned on his game and began to play while behind him Martín's breath evened out. After a few minutes, he lay the DS on the sheets and got up the take the calendar off the wall and hide it under some comic books because it made him feel a little weird to have it staring at him while Martín slept in the same room. Then he went back to playing on the bed, leaning back so that he was lying beside Martín's legs on opposite sides of the covers. It was the first time anyone else had slept in his bed. He had always assumed that it would be his yet-to-be-introduced-to-him girlfriend and not his frustrating classmate, but of course this was how things would turn out for him.
Martín mumbled something in his sleep that Luciano could not understand, and when he looked up at him, he saw that he had left his mouth hanging open a bit, his lips chapped and pink. Quickly Luciano looked away, but he had already lost the match in his game, so he turned it off and grabbed one of the comics off his desk. He lay back down beside Martín again, a little higher this time, so that his head was level with the middle of Martín's shoulders. Martín had started snoring softly and rhythmically, and soon Luciano noticed that his own breath had fallen in sync. He rested his eyes for a moment, laying the book on his chest, and within a minute he fell asleep as well.
When his father came home a few hours later, waking the boys from their naps, Luciano sheepishly told Martín to come back the next day to finish the project, and Martín, looking more refreshed already, had given him a dazzling smile and said, "Sounds good!"
Martín left without thanking Luciano or even asking him why he had fallen asleep by his side, which was just as well, since Luciano did not have an answer for that. When he finally went to bed for the night, after evading questions from his dad about his peculiar friend, the first thing he noticed was how much the sheets smelled like Martín after only a short period of time. The second thing he noticed were the stray, golden hairs left on his pillow.
He lay awake for a long time, staring off into space with too many thoughts vying for attention in his mind until exhaustion finally took him not a moment too soon.