tr_fic | Request Fic: Iker/Cesc (Reply)

Title: Don’t Be Jealous
Characters: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas; implied Cesc/Gerard Pique and slight David Beckham/Iker; mentions of: Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, Villa/Silva, Pepe/Alvaro Arbeloa (if you squint!), Xabi Alonso, Carles Puyol, Sergio Busquets
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,489
A/N: Request fic for

deadstine_43. Sorry it’s late darling! D: I hope you enjoy it <3 The request was Iker having some jealous angst over Cesc & PK.

Iker would say that nine times from ten he is not a jealous man. He doesn’t get possessive; he shrugs it off whenever he loses out on something he wanted. He doesn’t even get all that mad when Real Madrid loses out on titles. He gets disappointed, naturally, but he doesn’t get jealous. Even if Barcelona has a growing trophy collection.

No, he doesn’t get jealous.

He reminds himself of this fact when he sees them together in Madrid for the call-up. There are the others: Sergio with Nando (as always), Carles talking politely with Busquets. Villa is with Silva (Iker couldn’t be less surprised) and Pepe is asking Alvaro how he has been. Even Xabi appears happy as he makes his way towards Sergio and Fernando.

Everyone is with who they should be, aren’t they? Iker makes these notes to himself, the long lost lovers finally reunited once again. Except there is Cesc. And Pique. They are always together, more so now that Cesc has returned home.

Iker feels the stirrings deep inside of him and he falters as he pours his coffee (black nothing else be needed to dull the taste). He barely manages to avoid a large liquid mess as he stops pouring just barely at the edge of the cup. A few drops run quickly down the white porcelain side, but Iker simply wipes those away with his napkin. His eyes move back to across the dining hall and watches Cesc and the annoying Gerard. (Annoying? When did Iker start referring to him as the ‘annoying’ Gerard?)

His eyes narrow ever so slightly when Cesc’s hand reaches out and touches Gerard’s arm and they share a laugh at an unknown joke. Iker quells his jealousy temporarily by sipping at the piping hot liquid in his cup. He is careful not to spill it as he drinks. When he sees Gerard grin and lean over to kiss Cesc’s cheek, Iker cannot help but put the cup down and storm out, liquid still sloshing over the side from the strength of how he set it down.

Cesc returns that night for bed. Iker has avoided him all day. He doesn’t call it avoiding in his mind, though. He couldn’t. He was simply temporarily purposefully staying away from his boyfriend. He tells Pepe this when the other keeper asks. Pepe says he’s avoiding Cesc for a stupid reason and he shouldn’t be so thick. Iker thinks Pepe’s been stuck in the Scouse rain for too long.

Iker doesn’t notice when Cesc arrives back to their room because he is outside, looking out from the balcony at the city he loves so much. He couldn’t imagine anywhere else as home and wonders why so many people come, stay for a few months or years, and leave again. He’s thinking about David, though he doesn’t dare say that name aloud or even to himself in his mind. That’s a name he doesn’t dare think of even though the face, the body is only a glimpse away from coming to full focus. That name is one too quick to recall the mouth movements to say, speaking aloud would bring the ghost back and Iker won’t do that. Not tonight, not anymore, not when there is Cesc.

He loses himself for only a few moments in his strong denial of fighting against forming that name in his mind that he misses the sound of a suitcase being unzipped. Iker blinks when he recognizes it and turns to face the darkness of the room inside. His eyes adjust quickly enough so that he can see Cesc getting out his pajamas—covered in puppies and Iker rolls his eyes because he can’t help himself—while standing next to the bed with his back towards Iker with the bedside lamp on.

Iker allows himself a few moments to glance at the body he loves to touch and kiss and hold against his own. The smooth slope downwards of Cesc’s back and the perfect curve of his arse as he bends forward to reach for something else inside of his suitcase. It is all perfect to Iker. He just loves to feel that warm strong body next to him and he doesn’t want anyone else to know what that feels like.

He allows himself this one moment of possessiveness. Cesc is his, and his alone.

Letting himself inside the room, Iker shuts and locks the sliding door behind himself.

“Amor,” he says quietly and moves behind Cesc. Cesc straightens and Iker slides his arm around Cesc’s body to pull him backwards into his taller frame. Cesc lets out a happy noise and Iker is pleased for causing it.

“Where were you today? I missed you.” Cesc says, the pout evident to Iker’s trained ears. Iker suppresses the sigh he inwardly feels and kisses Cesc’s neck instead. He doesn’t want to talk, though Cesc seems keen on it. “I mean it. Where were you?”

Cesc turns in Iker’s arms and raises his eyebrow a little. Iker gives him a squeeze.

“I was simply—”

“Avoiding me. Pepe told me.”

Iker’s eyebrow raises in surprise before lowering quickly in anger. Pepe would be getting a large nudge in the back, Iker muses before sighing and releasing Cesc.

“Why? Why would you avoid me?” Cesc asks and turns as Iker does. When the older man doesn’t immediately answer, Cesc fills the silence with another question. “Is it because I did something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Iker says levelly and it’s the truth. He isn’t mad, not at Cesc at any rate.

“Then what is it?”

Iker releases a sigh and he decides the truth might not hurt as bad as he imagines it will be so he sits on the edge of his bed.

“I saw you with Gerard earlier,” he has to remember not to call him Pique in front of Cesc, “and I didn’t want to disturb either of you.”

He might have remembered to call Pique by his first name, but in the process he forgot to keep the bitterness out of his tone. A fact that Cesc quickly picked up on.

“So? What if I was spending a lot of time with Gerard tod—oh. Oh I get it…” It’s almost as if a light bulb appeared over the top of his head for the expression on his face changed quickly. Cesc’s understanding look has Iker lowering his eyes to his hands in his own embarrassment.

“You’re jealous a little, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Iker says while turning away to hide the heat he feels in his cheeks. He starts making a fuss of the pillows on his bed to hide it further, but Cesc only seems to grin.

“You are. You are jealous! Admit it!” Cesc says, almost with a delight in his tone. Iker can’t quite figure out why he is so happy.

“I am not!” Iker says in hopes that his tone, sharper than before, will end this conversation where it stands. It doesn’t.

“You are! You are!” Cesc seems positively giddy and Iker huffs while crossing his arms.

Cesc all but prances over to where Iker stands and kisses him on both cheeks while grinning brightly. Iker wants to step away but something about Cesc’s attitude keeps him in place as he can’t figure out what the hell Cesc is so delighted about.

“I like it when you get jealous,” Cesc confesses with a grin and he pulls Iker’s arms away from his chest so that he can lean closer and hug him. Reluctantly, Iker puts his arms around Cesc’s body and hugs him back in lesser degree than the bone-crushing hug Cesc has him in.

“Why?” Iker asks and shifts awkwardly.

“Because,” Cesc starts and pulls back to smirk at him with a mischievous look in his eyes, “that means you don’t want anyone else to have me. You love me.”

Iker raises his eyebrow at Cesc’s logic but he can’t help but agree. “Yes, I do.”

Cesc smiles, blush slightly in his cheeks. “You’ve never said that before.”

“I’ve not had the chance, but I do love you Cesc.”

Cesc smiles beautifully and Iker lowers his head a few inches and kisses him on the lips, softly at first but growing with passion and desire. Cesc’s hands shift upwards and wrap around his neck to pull Iker’s body closer.

“I love you too,” Cesc whispers against his lips after the kiss ends so that they can both get some air.

Iker smiles and pulls Cesc in even closer. He kisses him hard before deciding that this was enough of foreplay and he was too excited now not to have Cesc. Grinning, Cesc shifts backwards into the pillows. With a dark look in Iker’s eyes, he advances towards his waiting lover and smirks to himself.

No, Iker Casillas doesn’t get jealous. He gets what he wants.