Fic: José Mourinho/Aitor Karanka, PG
Title: Inevitable
Pairing: José Mourinho/Aitor Karanka
Rating: PG
Warnings: no
Word Count: 678
Disclaimer: Not true. Not a word of truth here. I know it, and you should know it too.
Summary: Being around José gives Aitor too much time to think about the things he wants and cannot have. But trust José to have a solution to everything.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, why?”
Aitor shrugged, trying to appear casual, though he was truly worried. José was rarely so absent minded, so hard to talk to. José was always so sharp, so focused, so dedicated to his work. Aitor rarely had to say more than a word to get his attention.
“You just seem distracted tonight.”
“It’s nothing.”
Aitor wasn’t really used to contradicting him. In a professional context, sure, but to confront José about anything else? That was just not something he felt he could do.
“Do you want to go over the plans again?”
“No,” José shook his head, pushed aside the papers and poured himself a glass of wine.
That was also unusual. Aitor never really saw him drinking before the games. After, sometimes. But never before.
“I’ll go, then,” Aitor got up, uncertain if he was supposed to stay and sit there in an uncomfortable silence for much longer.
“No, stay,” José said, but Aitor wasn’t sure if he was really aware of what he was saying. It seemed like an automatic response, the right thing to say while his mind was miles away, barely aware of Aitor’s presence.
Perhaps he didn’t want to sit alone in his room, drinking. Perhaps he was too preoccupied to care if Aitor stayed or left. Either way, Aitor felt he could do little else but sit down again and try not to stare at José and worry about him.
Sitting in silence next to a man he normally felt comfortable with was nothing short of unbearable. Perhaps he never really realised how much he tried to avoid being around José when they didn’t have anything specific to talk about, preferably something professional. Even at parties, as soon as he felt they ran out of football related things to discuss, Aitor would leave José’s side or at least try to find someone else to join the conversation.
He wondered why he never noticed he tried so hard to avoid a man he supposedly liked so much. Perhaps he never really got over that silly crush he used to have.
No, that was silly. Of course he had. He’s dealt with it a long time ago. And even if he had an occasional, uncontrollable thought that indicated the contrary, it still didn’t mean…
Of course it didn’t mean anything. José was simply a very hard man to resist.
Which was probably why it was so enormously difficult for Aitor to sit there, in a hotel room that seemed much too small for the both of them all of a sudden, sit there in silence when José’s mind wandered and he had the opportunity to observe him as much as he wanted to, and not take it.
“I think it’s time for me to go,” he said awkwardly.
Observing José, he remembered, was certainly not the way to remind himself of how much he did not have any untoward feelings for him.
“No,” José said, finally turning to look at him, “not just yet.”
“But why?”
“I need to tell you something.”
Aitor waited, but José didn’t continue.
“Well?” he prompted. He so wanted to get out of there. Being with José in the same room for so long was simply not conductive for his ability to ignore certain things.
“It’s not that simple.”
Aitor waited.
“I want to sleep with you.”
Aitor blinked. He was certain José did not just casually mentioned that he wanted to sleep with him.
“I think you want that, too,” a certain smugness returned to José’s voice.
“I…”
“I saw you looking,” José took a step toward him.
Aitor blushed.
“What do you say?” José sounded indifferent again, though Aitor could swear he could detect a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Yes?” Aitor said.
“I would have thought you’d be a bit more excited,” José teased. The triumph and relief in his voice could hardly be concealed.
“I am,” Aitor gasped while José leaned closer, almost close enough for his lips to touch Aitor’s neck.
“Me too,” José said and kissed him.