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A/N: I just realized I still had them somewhere in the chaos of my folders. And I actually really love the Iker/Ander one, don't ask me why I didn't think about posting them until now (they were written along with all the other drabbles...)
Pairing: Javi Martínez / Fernando Llorente
Rating: PG
Words: 158
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't own them.
Javi would never have thought that Fernando could want him. He looked rather weird and he hated the way he laughed. Besides, he was clumsy as hell and tripped over everything lying in his way. He constantly had bruises - not only from football, but from hitting his head against the door frame or his legs at various tables. All in all, he was definitely not elegant like Fernando was.
But Fernando wanted him for some reason. He first wanted to be friends, later more. He said Javi was sweet, had a cute laugh and that his physical disorientation problem - as Fernando called it - was adorable.
Javi didn’t really know what he should make of all these words - after all, they weren’t really manly adjectives - but he felt so good every time Fernando complimented him. Warm shivers running through his body, making him smile. He felt like flying.
Fernando wanted him. Fernando liked him.
Maybe he even loved Javi.
Pairing: Iker Muniain / Ander Herrera
Rating: PG
Words: 431
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't own them.
“Ander, I’m cold”, Iker complained. They were lying in their hotel room in their beds - separately.
Ander groaned. He was dog-tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. But Iker had already kept him awake until midnight by forcing him to play FIFA and he apparently still didn’t want to let Ander sleep. “Put on a t-shirt”, he suggested.
Ander heard Iker as he got up, walked to his bag and took out a shirt, pulling it over his head. He lay back down in his bed.
“Ander, my feet are cold”, Iker nagged about five minutes later.
“Put on socks.” Ander was really pissed now, he had already nearly slept and now he was wide awake again.
“But I don’t want to sleep with socks”, Iker said in a whiny voice.
“Then shut up, I want to sleep!”
“But -”, Iker started to say.
“Stop it.” Surprisingly, Iker really listened to Ander and stopped talking, even though Ander could hear his sheets rustling as Iker moved. A minute later, Iker talked again. “Ander, I’m really cold. My hands are like icicles.”
“Put on gloves”, Ander suggested sarcastically.
“Ander, I’m freezing. Can you hear my teeth chattering?” He asked. “I’m so fucking cold; can you come to my bed and warm me?”
Ander sighed inwardly. He should have known that this was what Iker has been up to from the beginning. Even though they had the deal that they would keep their hands off each other the night before a match. Not even kissing.
Iker hated this rule - he was touchy with everyone anyway, but it was extremely bad with Ander. He hated not being able to touch Ander.
But Iker also knew very well that Ander was never able to resist him. He would give in eventually.
Ander sat up and got out of bed, slowly walking over to Iker’s. Iker already held up the blanket expectantly and wrapped himself around Ander instantly as soon as he lay down next to Iker. Iker snuggled even closer and placed his head on Ander’s warm chest.
Stroking through Iker’s hair, Ander said: “Let me sleep now. I’m really tired.”
“Okay,” Iker said softly and waited for a few seconds before he added: “But my lips are cold.” He looked expectantly up to Ander who smiled at him and leaned down, giving Iker a short peck on the lips.
“That’s enough, Iker. We have a match tomorrow.”
Ander closed his eyes and tightened his grip around Iker who smiled contently and pressed a small kiss on Ander’s chest.
“Good night”, he mumbled.
Pairing: Javi Martínez / Fernando Llorente
Rating: PG
Words: 158
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't own them.
Javi would never have thought that Fernando could want him. He looked rather weird and he hated the way he laughed. Besides, he was clumsy as hell and tripped over everything lying in his way. He constantly had bruises - not only from football, but from hitting his head against the door frame or his legs at various tables. All in all, he was definitely not elegant like Fernando was.
But Fernando wanted him for some reason. He first wanted to be friends, later more. He said Javi was sweet, had a cute laugh and that his physical disorientation problem - as Fernando called it - was adorable.
Javi didn’t really know what he should make of all these words - after all, they weren’t really manly adjectives - but he felt so good every time Fernando complimented him. Warm shivers running through his body, making him smile. He felt like flying.
Fernando wanted him. Fernando liked him.
Maybe he even loved Javi.
Pairing: Iker Muniain / Ander Herrera
Rating: PG
Words: 431
Disclaimer: I don't know them, I don't own them.
“Ander, I’m cold”, Iker complained. They were lying in their hotel room in their beds - separately.
Ander groaned. He was dog-tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. But Iker had already kept him awake until midnight by forcing him to play FIFA and he apparently still didn’t want to let Ander sleep. “Put on a t-shirt”, he suggested.
Ander heard Iker as he got up, walked to his bag and took out a shirt, pulling it over his head. He lay back down in his bed.
“Ander, my feet are cold”, Iker nagged about five minutes later.
“Put on socks.” Ander was really pissed now, he had already nearly slept and now he was wide awake again.
“But I don’t want to sleep with socks”, Iker said in a whiny voice.
“Then shut up, I want to sleep!”
“But -”, Iker started to say.
“Stop it.” Surprisingly, Iker really listened to Ander and stopped talking, even though Ander could hear his sheets rustling as Iker moved. A minute later, Iker talked again. “Ander, I’m really cold. My hands are like icicles.”
“Put on gloves”, Ander suggested sarcastically.
“Ander, I’m freezing. Can you hear my teeth chattering?” He asked. “I’m so fucking cold; can you come to my bed and warm me?”
Ander sighed inwardly. He should have known that this was what Iker has been up to from the beginning. Even though they had the deal that they would keep their hands off each other the night before a match. Not even kissing.
Iker hated this rule - he was touchy with everyone anyway, but it was extremely bad with Ander. He hated not being able to touch Ander.
But Iker also knew very well that Ander was never able to resist him. He would give in eventually.
Ander sat up and got out of bed, slowly walking over to Iker’s. Iker already held up the blanket expectantly and wrapped himself around Ander instantly as soon as he lay down next to Iker. Iker snuggled even closer and placed his head on Ander’s warm chest.
Stroking through Iker’s hair, Ander said: “Let me sleep now. I’m really tired.”
“Okay,” Iker said softly and waited for a few seconds before he added: “But my lips are cold.” He looked expectantly up to Ander who smiled at him and leaned down, giving Iker a short peck on the lips.
“That’s enough, Iker. We have a match tomorrow.”
Ander closed his eyes and tightened his grip around Iker who smiled contently and pressed a small kiss on Ander’s chest.
“Good night”, he mumbled.