Fic: Azure (Bojan/Canales)
TITLE: Azure
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: “Meet me after the match,” he said quickly, hand reaching out to brush over Sergio’s lower back casually as he jogged past.
FANDOM: Spanish Football (Bojan/Canales)
STATUS: One Shot - Complete
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
It had been months since they had last seen one another and Sergio couldn’t conceal his hungry eyes as he scanned the tunnel waiting for Bojan’s appearance. The tunnel was already teeming with players, some in white, some in maroon and navy stripes. The air was thick with anticipation and everyone was oddly quiet, knowing that this was an important match, perhaps the most important match of the season.
Sergio bounced up and down on his toes, his body filled with unshed excitement. He stretched out his neck and rolled his shoulders, eyes still darting over the two misshapen lines of players before him.
Suddenly warm hands were against his back and Sergio looked over his shoulder just in time to catch Bojan’s smiling eyes before the hands disappeared and Bojan was taking his place in line mere feet away.
Sergio couldn’t tear his eyes away. It had been so long since fate had managed to land them in the exact same place at the exact same time. When they had first begun their tryst, Sergio had presumed that they would see each other a couple of times a month. But those expectations quickly faded when he discovered how hard it was to find the time to travel across the country. So instead they let things dwindle, never feeling comfortable with the expectations associated with a long distance relationship. Why even try to sustain something that had never officially started in the first place?
Bojan caught his eyes and smiled. “Hi,” he mouthed.
“Hey,” Sergio mouthed back.
After that, there wasn’t much time for stolen glances. Although out on the pitch, they both managed to do their fair share. It was only at half time as Sergio was walking off the pitch that Bojan caught up with him. “Meet me after the match,” he said quickly, hand reaching out to brush over Sergio’s lower back casually as he jogged past.
The second half flew by in a blink of an eye and Sergio didn’t even toss a glance at the scoreboard as he jogged off the pitch. Somewhere along the way he must have exchanged his shirt with someone else, because in the locker room he’s shirtless and holding a cobalt jersey.
He has the quickest shower in the history of the world and is dressed and out in the corridor before anyone else has even got their boots off. It’s only out in the endless corridors of the stadium that Sergio realises he has no idea where this proposed rendezvous is taking place. So he walks, caught up in the restless energy that even running around for 90 minutes couldn’t shake.
He doesn’t know what time it is, hell he doesn’t even know how far into the labyrinth of the stadium that he has walked, but suddenly, in the middle of a deserted corridor, a hand is clamping down around his wrist and his body is being yanked off the path into an alcove.
Sergio has a split second to recognise the familiar blue eyes and teasing smile before he’s shoved back against the wall and Bojan’s body is warm and firm against his.
“About time you got here,” Bojan whispers his lips centimetres above Sergio’s.
Sergio blinks, “you didn’t tell me where...”
His words are cut off with a kiss. There is nothing sweet about it. Bojan crashes their lips together, and it’s hot and needy and his fingers dive into Sergio’s wet hair, brushing along the nape of his neck as he nibbles at Sergio’s lips.
It takes Sergio a second for his body to catch up, but when it does, he strikes back, returning the kiss wickedly, his fingers immediately swopping up under the hem of Bojan’s t-shirt to press against the warmth of his back.
“I missed you,” Bojan whispers, pulling back just long enough to pull Sergio’s t-shirt off over his head before their lips come back together.
“I can’t stay,” Sergio gasped out between kisses, “I have to be at the bus by ten.”
Bojan pulled back and grabbed Sergio’s wrist, peaking quickly at his watch before grinning wickedly, “plenty of time.”
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: “Meet me after the match,” he said quickly, hand reaching out to brush over Sergio’s lower back casually as he jogged past.
FANDOM: Spanish Football (Bojan/Canales)
STATUS: One Shot - Complete
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
It had been months since they had last seen one another and Sergio couldn’t conceal his hungry eyes as he scanned the tunnel waiting for Bojan’s appearance. The tunnel was already teeming with players, some in white, some in maroon and navy stripes. The air was thick with anticipation and everyone was oddly quiet, knowing that this was an important match, perhaps the most important match of the season.
Sergio bounced up and down on his toes, his body filled with unshed excitement. He stretched out his neck and rolled his shoulders, eyes still darting over the two misshapen lines of players before him.
Suddenly warm hands were against his back and Sergio looked over his shoulder just in time to catch Bojan’s smiling eyes before the hands disappeared and Bojan was taking his place in line mere feet away.
Sergio couldn’t tear his eyes away. It had been so long since fate had managed to land them in the exact same place at the exact same time. When they had first begun their tryst, Sergio had presumed that they would see each other a couple of times a month. But those expectations quickly faded when he discovered how hard it was to find the time to travel across the country. So instead they let things dwindle, never feeling comfortable with the expectations associated with a long distance relationship. Why even try to sustain something that had never officially started in the first place?
Bojan caught his eyes and smiled. “Hi,” he mouthed.
“Hey,” Sergio mouthed back.
After that, there wasn’t much time for stolen glances. Although out on the pitch, they both managed to do their fair share. It was only at half time as Sergio was walking off the pitch that Bojan caught up with him. “Meet me after the match,” he said quickly, hand reaching out to brush over Sergio’s lower back casually as he jogged past.
The second half flew by in a blink of an eye and Sergio didn’t even toss a glance at the scoreboard as he jogged off the pitch. Somewhere along the way he must have exchanged his shirt with someone else, because in the locker room he’s shirtless and holding a cobalt jersey.
He has the quickest shower in the history of the world and is dressed and out in the corridor before anyone else has even got their boots off. It’s only out in the endless corridors of the stadium that Sergio realises he has no idea where this proposed rendezvous is taking place. So he walks, caught up in the restless energy that even running around for 90 minutes couldn’t shake.
He doesn’t know what time it is, hell he doesn’t even know how far into the labyrinth of the stadium that he has walked, but suddenly, in the middle of a deserted corridor, a hand is clamping down around his wrist and his body is being yanked off the path into an alcove.
Sergio has a split second to recognise the familiar blue eyes and teasing smile before he’s shoved back against the wall and Bojan’s body is warm and firm against his.
“About time you got here,” Bojan whispers his lips centimetres above Sergio’s.
Sergio blinks, “you didn’t tell me where...”
His words are cut off with a kiss. There is nothing sweet about it. Bojan crashes their lips together, and it’s hot and needy and his fingers dive into Sergio’s wet hair, brushing along the nape of his neck as he nibbles at Sergio’s lips.
It takes Sergio a second for his body to catch up, but when it does, he strikes back, returning the kiss wickedly, his fingers immediately swopping up under the hem of Bojan’s t-shirt to press against the warmth of his back.
“I missed you,” Bojan whispers, pulling back just long enough to pull Sergio’s t-shirt off over his head before their lips come back together.
“I can’t stay,” Sergio gasped out between kisses, “I have to be at the bus by ten.”
Bojan pulled back and grabbed Sergio’s wrist, peaking quickly at his watch before grinning wickedly, “plenty of time.”