?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

Title: no te duermas (que no hemos acabado)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 980
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Xavi Hernández
Disclaimer: While inspired by real persons and events, this is a work of fiction.
Summary: In which Xavi suggests a solution to Iker's bench-warming blues after Barcelona plays the Supercopa in Madrid.


"You're slowing down, old man."

Xavi raised himself indignantly on an elbow as Iker shut his eyes in sleepy satisfaction. "And? I thought that was supposed to be a good thing. In fact, I seem to recall that a certain person used to complain quite a lot about my, er, lack of staying power."

"You were kind of quick on the draw for the first few years," Iker acknowledged with a yawn, reaching out to stroke his friend's thigh. Xavi swatted his hand away.

"Hmph. Maybe it's not because I've gotten older. Maybe it's because now that you're wrinkled, chubby, and balding, you just don't drive me wild like you used to," Xavi huffed.

"What was that?" Iker asked, cupping his hand to his ear. "Were you just saying that you really wanted to sleep alone on the sofa tonight?"

"Deaf, too," Xavi grumbled, but he could feel the corner of his mouth quirking up. He poked Iker in the side, pinched the incipient love handle gently between his thumb and forefinger. "But seriously, you need to lay off the cañas. You're not twenty anymore."

"Nice," Iker said, eyes still closed. "You make me wait until after the Supercopa, drag me out to wine and dine me, and now you're calling me fat?"

"Wine and dine you? Anyone would think that I had an ulterior motive," Xavi husked, and slid his hand further down Iker's side and around back to caress the dimples above his buttocks. "Rematch?"

Iker sucked in an eager breath, then frowned slightly and shook his head. "As arousing as your insults are, I need to call it a night."

"But it's only..." Xavi squinted at Iker's bedside clock. "Shit."

"Yeah," Iker mumbled, flinging an arm over his eyes. "Last thing I need is to show up late for training."

"Not the best way to get yourself back off the bench," Xavi agreed, and got up to go to the bathroom without waiting for a response.

When he slipped back into bed, Iker was pretending to be asleep, his back muscles tense, his breathing determinedly regular. Xavi slid an arm around Iker's softening waist and nuzzled his neck in apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't think-" he took a deep breath, fumbled for the right words. "Listen. You're still world-class. You'll be back in no time, I know it."

He felt Iker shudder against his chest, heard the soft sounds that his friend was struggling vainly to swallow. "Oh, cariño," he said helplessly, and rested his forehead against the back of Iker's neck, waiting for him to finish.

At last Iker snuffled, rolled away to reach for a tissue and blow his nose. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Xavi said fondly. "You always get maudlin after sex." He paused. "Also before sex. During probably would not surprise me."

"It's just," Iker said slowly, "I thought... with Mourinho gone..."

"Damn Diego Lopez for being such a great goalkeeper," Xavi said, so seriously that Iker gave in and cracked a wry smile.

"I'm not saying that he doesn't deserve to start," Iker began.

"Well, then I'll say it. It's a damned disgrace, that's what it is. Putting Spain's best keeper on the bench and letting the media chalk it up to bad form." Xavi forgot himself, sat up, and began gesticulating wildly. "And they know that you're so fucking loyal that you'll just sit there and take it!"

Iker turned over to squint up at him. "Pelopo," he said, sounding so soul-weary that Xavi wanted to cry himself, "what do you want me to do?"

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Come to Barcelona."

Iker closed his eyes. "Jesus. Not this again."

He could have backpedaled, apologized once more, but instead he insisted, "Just listen for a second. Lopez isn't going anywhere. He just made it back to Real, and he has plenty of good years left in him. You're obviously still loved... but you're not needed here."

Iker opened his mouth to protest, but Xavi held up his hand and steamrolled over him. "I'm not finished. You know where you are needed? Victor's leaving at the end of the season. Pinto's still spry for someone old enough to be a grandfather, but first choice keeper? No, after being all noble about waiting for his contract to expire, we're going to let Victor go for free and then run around looking for a replacement with our tongues hanging out. And why shouldn't it be you?"

Iker sighed. "You know why. I don't see why we're even talking about this."

"We are talking about this," Xavi replied with great dignity, "because my best friend cries himself to sleep at night when he's not allowed to play for the team that he loves."

Iker was quiet for a moment. "Stop trying to out-stubborn me," Xavi warned him, only half-joking.

Then, "If I came to Barcelona, I would have to keep goal behind Piqué," Iker pointed out in an aggrieved tone. "He's only any good when he's partnered with Sergio."

"Bring Ramos with you," Xavi said in all seriousness. "We need a new defender, too." Iker caught his eye, Xavi's lips twitched, and then suddenly they were both chuckling, clutching at each other and getting tangled in the damp sheets.

When they had quieted, Xavi fit himself snugly against Iker's side, wrapping his arm around his waist and tucking his head into the hollow above Iker's armpit.

"Pelopo," Iker began.

Xavi smiled, craned his neck, and pressed a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek. "Shh, I don't need an answer now. Sometimes it's better to sleep on these things," he reasoned drowsily as his eyelids drifted shut.

"Pelopo?" Iker whispered again, more urgently this time.

"Hmm?" Xavi cracked one eye open.

"Don't go to sleep," Iker suggested, slipping a warm, calloused hand between his thighs. "We haven't finished yet."

Comments

( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
elizaberglund
Aug. 22nd, 2013 08:29 am (UTC)
Can I just say that I love your Xaviker? They are cute beyond believe :)
flywoman
Aug. 22nd, 2013 11:03 am (UTC)
Hee, they are the cutest couple that I have had the privilege to write. I never knew before that fluffy, snarky domesticity could be so much fun.

Thanks very much for reading and commenting!
jezziejay
Aug. 22nd, 2013 01:46 pm (UTC)
oh my goodness - yes! This is just everything I love - domestic, funny, sweet, wonderful dialogue. And did I say funny?

"What was that?" Iker asked, cupping his hand to his ear. "Were you just saying that you really wanted to sleep alone on the sofa tonight?"

"Deaf, too," Xavi grumbled, but he could feel the corner of his mouth quirking up.

"It's okay," Xavi said fondly. "You always get maudlin after sex." He paused. "Also before sex. During probably would not surprise me."

"As arousing as your insults are, I need to call it a night."


*applauds* And of course, your last line made me grin like a loon.

The hurt/comfort was perfection - I have such a thing for guys being funny while talking about what makes them sad. Always rings more true for me. And I laughed a little a the idea of Iker and Ramos heading off the Barcelona - just like that :)

If our little chats continue to inspire pieces like this, then we should never stop talking.

WONDERFUL!!


flywoman
Aug. 22nd, 2013 02:10 pm (UTC)
Hee, I really enjoyed writing this - such a pleasure to have these two bickering affectionately in my brain again - and of course I'm delighted to hear (and in detail!) that you enjoyed it too!

I also prefer this brand of hurt/comfort - the feelings on both sides clear without being openly expressed (well, Iker may be an exception ;).) And yeah, obviously Iker and Ramos will not be donning blaugrana anytime soon ever, but it's true that their transfer could solve a lot of problems for us, not to mention putting my favorite more-canon-than-canon couple into the same club at last ;).

Hon, we should never stop talking, period <3.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
sageharper
Aug. 22nd, 2013 05:05 pm (UTC)
Aww bless them.
I'm totally with Xavi on this one, naturally. He is so right and it hurts my heart.

"You always get maudlin after sex." He paused. "Also before sex. During probably would not surprise me."

I totally laughed at that.
flywoman
Aug. 22nd, 2013 05:24 pm (UTC)
Xavi is always right, heh. But sometimes that isn't enough.

I don't think that anyone would be surprised if Iker got really emotional during sex, lol.
sageharper
Aug. 22nd, 2013 10:44 pm (UTC)
I know, that's why it's such a sad frustrating situation all round.

'Really emotional' is Iker's default setting anyway lol.
yaoiwhore9
Aug. 22nd, 2013 11:44 pm (UTC)
"You always get maudlin after sex." He paused. "Also before sex. During probably would not surprise me."

Dying. omfg I could kinda see that though. lmao

Pinto's still spry for someone old enough to be a grandfather.

Oh Jesus. lololol I can't with that line.

Oh Xavi. The fact that he can't shut his mouth has always been my weakness. Hehheh.

This is so adorable. I love this pair with a burning passion. I'm so happy that you write them. I always love what you write about them. You just get them right every time. :')

Edited at 2013-08-22 11:45 pm (UTC)
flywoman
Aug. 23rd, 2013 12:25 am (UTC)
"You always get maudlin after sex." He paused. "Also before sex. During probably would not surprise me."

Dying. omfg I could kinda see that though. lmao


Hee! I have to admit that I crack myself up every time I re-read this bit. Poor Iker.

Oh Xavi. The fact that he can't shut his mouth has always been my weakness. Hehheh.

The combination of a good heart and absolutely no brain-to-mouth filter is difficult to resist, lol.

This is so adorable. I love this pair with a burning passion. I'm so happy that you write them. I always love what you write about them. You just get them right every time. :')

Oh, thanks so much, that's lovely to hear. They are my football otp, and I really enjoy writing them!
slashisfashun
Aug. 25th, 2013 09:53 pm (UTC)
Fuck my life I love you.
flywoman
Aug. 25th, 2013 11:37 pm (UTC)
lol - that's a good thing, right?

These two are just so much fun for me to write.
( 11 comments — Leave a comment )

Profile

London
flywoman
flywoman

Latest Month

April 2017
S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30      

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Jared MacPherson