fic: sacrificial love
Sacrificial Love
rating: 14A
disclaimer: a work of fiction
summary: sergio's love is a sacrificial love
Sergio can hear the cries of his teammates, feel the chants and songs that haven’t ceased since the brilliant gold of the once unattainable trophy touched the outstretched fingers of Iker. His own throat is raw; voice hoarse and he knows by the time he’s back in his own bed in Madrid it will be completely gone. His cheeks ache with the force of the smile that hasn’t left his face since that final whistle that made, changed, history. The door to his hotel room is open but instead of finding Jesus bouncing with uncrushable energy and joy he sees Fernando. The striker is sitting calmly on the edge of Sergio’s bed. Chocolate-cinnamon eyes alight with hundreds of emotions; some good, some bad.
Sergio stalls in the doorway, his smile faltering for the first time in what seems like forever. The freshly brunette Spaniard smiles at him hungrily, his cheeks flushed with alcohol, desire, joy and pure emotion. Sergio wants to tell him to leave, he needs to pack; a brief pause in celebrations before they take the party back to Madrid. He wants to tell him no because he can’t be jerked around, he can’t be taken when Fernando desires and thrown away when it is no longer convenient, easy, simple. He wants to say all these things because Fernando is married. He has a beautiful baby girl with another child on the way and even as he’s preparing to say this he finds himself moving closer.
Fernando reaches up for him and Sergio is there, always there, pushing down, pushing closer and closer until they are sprawled on the bed heartbeats mingling through cotton, skin and blood. Soft fingers are hot on his skin, pushing and stroking and Sergio knows he could never, will never say no to the other man. He has and always will sacrifice his pride, sanity and judgement to the love they share. It’s not in some blind hope that one day, someday, Fernando will be his and only his but because he loves Fernando with everything in him and he simply cannot, must not ever deny the freckled beauty his love, ever.
So as shaking fingers rid sweaty bodies of clothes Sergio forgets about families and promises, forgets about yesterdays and tomorrows and simply feels the softness of the boy under his touch and for now it’s enough.
rating: 14A
disclaimer: a work of fiction
summary: sergio's love is a sacrificial love
Sergio can hear the cries of his teammates, feel the chants and songs that haven’t ceased since the brilliant gold of the once unattainable trophy touched the outstretched fingers of Iker. His own throat is raw; voice hoarse and he knows by the time he’s back in his own bed in Madrid it will be completely gone. His cheeks ache with the force of the smile that hasn’t left his face since that final whistle that made, changed, history. The door to his hotel room is open but instead of finding Jesus bouncing with uncrushable energy and joy he sees Fernando. The striker is sitting calmly on the edge of Sergio’s bed. Chocolate-cinnamon eyes alight with hundreds of emotions; some good, some bad.
Sergio stalls in the doorway, his smile faltering for the first time in what seems like forever. The freshly brunette Spaniard smiles at him hungrily, his cheeks flushed with alcohol, desire, joy and pure emotion. Sergio wants to tell him to leave, he needs to pack; a brief pause in celebrations before they take the party back to Madrid. He wants to tell him no because he can’t be jerked around, he can’t be taken when Fernando desires and thrown away when it is no longer convenient, easy, simple. He wants to say all these things because Fernando is married. He has a beautiful baby girl with another child on the way and even as he’s preparing to say this he finds himself moving closer.
Fernando reaches up for him and Sergio is there, always there, pushing down, pushing closer and closer until they are sprawled on the bed heartbeats mingling through cotton, skin and blood. Soft fingers are hot on his skin, pushing and stroking and Sergio knows he could never, will never say no to the other man. He has and always will sacrifice his pride, sanity and judgement to the love they share. It’s not in some blind hope that one day, someday, Fernando will be his and only his but because he loves Fernando with everything in him and he simply cannot, must not ever deny the freckled beauty his love, ever.
So as shaking fingers rid sweaty bodies of clothes Sergio forgets about families and promises, forgets about yesterdays and tomorrows and simply feels the softness of the boy under his touch and for now it’s enough.