title: cherish the day
title: cherish the day
pairing: david beckham/iker casillas
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
inspired by this. and the title is taken from sade's song with the same name.
writing has never been so hard. this is the only fic i've been able to finish for a long time now. shoot me now.
Iker looks at his watch. 4:30 pm. Is it too early to call him? He did just land in Los Angeles and though Iker has not been in the position of being a father just yet he knows the birth of a child, first or fourth, is always an occasion that a family should enjoy exclusively.
“He won’t mind.”
He looks up and sees Sergio smiling at him, his eyes kind and knowing. Iker returns the smile before looking down at his phone, his fingers hovering.
“I don’t want to intrude. I can wait until Tuesday.”
Sergio laughs as he claps Iker on the back. “Just call him okay?”
Not too many people know Iker listens to Sergio more than anyone else (well besides his parents and Raul) so the fact that he dials David’s number as soon as he closes the door to his hotel room would be surprising to most.
He sits on the edge of the bed, toeing off his shoes with his ear pressed to the phone between his shoulder. However, with every ring, doubts slip in and when he hears David’s voice telling him he’s sorry but he can’t answer his call at the moment, Iker slowly pulls the phone from his ear and clicks end.
It’s okay. He will see him tomorrow.
And when he does, Iker immediately feels stupid. They are first and foremost friends; a friendship that had taken it’s time to develop, what with Iker’s lack of English and David’s poor attempt at Spanish, communicating was all but impossible. Initially.
Then they fell into a routine, into comfort, where David would say something in his horrible accent while gesturing wildly with his hands and Iker would confirm with a shaky ‘okay’ even though he had no clue what the he meant. Somehow, they made it work.
And when David had kissed Iker one night, 7 months after being in Madrid, in a nightclub, celebrating Borja’s and Francisco’s birthdays, Iker didn’t question the fact that every interaction they had afterward he understood David better than anyone else.
Seeing him now, eight years after they first met, Iker feels silly for feeling disappointed when David did not answer his phone the night before. And when David catches his eye before they walk on the stage for the press conference, Iker knows his lips break out into a smile before he even processes it.
It’s ridiculous that David’s grin after all these years still gets to him. They don’t care that they are in a room full of reporters, forget their teammates and coaches (though Cristiano does pull on his wrist and give him a ‘I am on to you’ look.
All David says is “nice to see you again, Iker” when the two of the along with Cristiano and Landon exchange jerseys and Iker smiles at him, whispering “si, si” while he nods and turns to the cameras. Amongst all the flashes and demands to look over here and there, Iker can’t help but hope this finishes soon.
Just at the edge of the stage, Jose stops first so the rest of them have to wait behind him.
“Congratulations, David. “
David turns around and smiles beautifully, full of genuine joy. “Thank you, Cristiano. You know how it feels.”
They share a laugh and go back and forth for a moment: Cristiano shares his first-time father moments and David offers advice. It’s amusing to bear witness to the two fathers, eagerly discussing their children.
“¡Qué cara tienes!
David turns to see Iker clap his cheek twice and knowing exactly what he means (one of the few phrases he actually understands and remembers) he pushes Iker lightly though laughing the entire time.
“No tengo mi teléfono!” He gestures because that’s what he does. “Romeo and Cruz... took it yesterday but it keeps them out of Victoria’s way so I let them keep it.” David finishes off in English for obvious reasons and he knows Iker only understands half of it but he doesn’t let that distract the smile and laugh bestowed on him.
When the moment arrives when it is just the two of them, they don’t say much. Instead they let the comfortable silence fill in the gaps. They don’t have much time: David should be returning home shortly to his beautiful baby girl and Iker has Cristiano and Jose waiting for him to head back to the hotel.
So when David leans in for a kiss, he goes in with intentions of keeping it brief. But then Iker is kissing him back, with his fingers in David’s hair (he’ll have to fix it immediately afterward) and his lips pressing hard against David’s.
And for a moment, it is seven years ago again, in that stuffy nightclub where they shared their first kiss.
And when they pulled away albeit reluctantly, Iker realizes how much he’s been looking forward to these trips to LA these last few years, though he’ll never admit it out loud. And neither will David.
pairing: david beckham/iker casillas
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
inspired by this. and the title is taken from sade's song with the same name.
writing has never been so hard. this is the only fic i've been able to finish for a long time now. shoot me now.
Iker looks at his watch. 4:30 pm. Is it too early to call him? He did just land in Los Angeles and though Iker has not been in the position of being a father just yet he knows the birth of a child, first or fourth, is always an occasion that a family should enjoy exclusively.
“He won’t mind.”
He looks up and sees Sergio smiling at him, his eyes kind and knowing. Iker returns the smile before looking down at his phone, his fingers hovering.
“I don’t want to intrude. I can wait until Tuesday.”
Sergio laughs as he claps Iker on the back. “Just call him okay?”
Not too many people know Iker listens to Sergio more than anyone else (well besides his parents and Raul) so the fact that he dials David’s number as soon as he closes the door to his hotel room would be surprising to most.
He sits on the edge of the bed, toeing off his shoes with his ear pressed to the phone between his shoulder. However, with every ring, doubts slip in and when he hears David’s voice telling him he’s sorry but he can’t answer his call at the moment, Iker slowly pulls the phone from his ear and clicks end.
It’s okay. He will see him tomorrow.
And when he does, Iker immediately feels stupid. They are first and foremost friends; a friendship that had taken it’s time to develop, what with Iker’s lack of English and David’s poor attempt at Spanish, communicating was all but impossible. Initially.
Then they fell into a routine, into comfort, where David would say something in his horrible accent while gesturing wildly with his hands and Iker would confirm with a shaky ‘okay’ even though he had no clue what the he meant. Somehow, they made it work.
And when David had kissed Iker one night, 7 months after being in Madrid, in a nightclub, celebrating Borja’s and Francisco’s birthdays, Iker didn’t question the fact that every interaction they had afterward he understood David better than anyone else.
Seeing him now, eight years after they first met, Iker feels silly for feeling disappointed when David did not answer his phone the night before. And when David catches his eye before they walk on the stage for the press conference, Iker knows his lips break out into a smile before he even processes it.
It’s ridiculous that David’s grin after all these years still gets to him. They don’t care that they are in a room full of reporters, forget their teammates and coaches (though Cristiano does pull on his wrist and give him a ‘I am on to you’ look.
All David says is “nice to see you again, Iker” when the two of the along with Cristiano and Landon exchange jerseys and Iker smiles at him, whispering “si, si” while he nods and turns to the cameras. Amongst all the flashes and demands to look over here and there, Iker can’t help but hope this finishes soon.
Just at the edge of the stage, Jose stops first so the rest of them have to wait behind him.
“Congratulations, David. “
David turns around and smiles beautifully, full of genuine joy. “Thank you, Cristiano. You know how it feels.”
They share a laugh and go back and forth for a moment: Cristiano shares his first-time father moments and David offers advice. It’s amusing to bear witness to the two fathers, eagerly discussing their children.
“¡Qué cara tienes!
David turns to see Iker clap his cheek twice and knowing exactly what he means (one of the few phrases he actually understands and remembers) he pushes Iker lightly though laughing the entire time.
“No tengo mi teléfono!” He gestures because that’s what he does. “Romeo and Cruz... took it yesterday but it keeps them out of Victoria’s way so I let them keep it.” David finishes off in English for obvious reasons and he knows Iker only understands half of it but he doesn’t let that distract the smile and laugh bestowed on him.
When the moment arrives when it is just the two of them, they don’t say much. Instead they let the comfortable silence fill in the gaps. They don’t have much time: David should be returning home shortly to his beautiful baby girl and Iker has Cristiano and Jose waiting for him to head back to the hotel.
So when David leans in for a kiss, he goes in with intentions of keeping it brief. But then Iker is kissing him back, with his fingers in David’s hair (he’ll have to fix it immediately afterward) and his lips pressing hard against David’s.
And for a moment, it is seven years ago again, in that stuffy nightclub where they shared their first kiss.
And when they pulled away albeit reluctantly, Iker realizes how much he’s been looking forward to these trips to LA these last few years, though he’ll never admit it out loud. And neither will David.