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tr_fic2012-03-29 04:34 pm
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Fic: Beckham/Owen
Title: Rainbows
Characters: David Beckham/Michael Owen; Iker Casillas
Rating: PG-13
Words: 518
A/N: written for the 7th![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fslashexchange, but wasn't posted for reasons. I hope who it was intended for does like it :)
It’s wrong, Michael thinks the first time he sees David. Such a pretty-looking boy ought not be wearing that color red. He should be enjoying the same shade that he, Michael, enjoys. The color of glory, the color of champions, the color of Liverpool.
Michael doesn’t say anything, though, and just watches the way David licks his lips when they move as he talks during the England press conference.
---
He can’t hold back the giggles that spill out the first time he sees David returning from holiday and back to normal training with the England squad. The boy is orange and Michael thinks it’s a bad combination of fake tan and real sun light.
David pushes his arm in an effort to stop his giggling, but they both end up sprawled on the grass, leaning into one another in laughter.
Michael doesn’t mind how close they are and smiles brightly long after they have finished laughing.
---
Michael used to have blond hair as a boy, but it had long since disappeared into the brown fringe he has now. He can’t say he has really missed it all that much, but when he sees David’s newly bleached hair, he wants to run his fingers through it over and over again.
He doesn’t mind these thoughts anymore, and enjoys them immensely when he has them.
---
“White stains so easily,” David laments when seeing the dark-to-lighter colors of green smeared into his kit shorts. Michael tells him not to worry about them—“they’ll wash out”, he says—just before he steals a kiss on the training pitch.
None of the other England lads have a clue, due to their attention being drawn by the Neville brothers’ latest disagreement.
---
There has never been a bluer blue in the entire world, Michael thinks as he looks out across the oceans of Spain. He and David sit in the sun and both watch the shimmer and shine before them.
Michael isn’t surprised when David’s hand slides across the towel they are using to comfort them from the sand and takes his own. He is, however, when David asks “join me in Spain, for good”.
---
The color of jealousy isn’t green, but strangely enough is indigo in the form of one Iker Casillas’ kit. It’s not the kit, but the man inside of it that stirs Michael’s soul in the worst possible way against David.
Michael lets his jealousy simmer during training because he knows that later that night, he will show David who his boyfriend is.
---
Michael looks down at the violet shirt in his hand with Owen spelled on the back. “It’s good to be home,” is what he tells David on the phone, “even if it is Newcastle.” David chuckles a little, the sound rich in his ear, before he whispers “I miss you”.
Michael lets the words hang in the air for a moment before he replies, “miss you too.”
They say goodnight and go their separate ways.
Michael knows it’s only a matter of time before his and David’s rainbows start all over again.
Characters: David Beckham/Michael Owen; Iker Casillas
Rating: PG-13
Words: 518
A/N: written for the 7th
fslashexchange, but wasn't posted for reasons. I hope who it was intended for does like it :)It’s wrong, Michael thinks the first time he sees David. Such a pretty-looking boy ought not be wearing that color red. He should be enjoying the same shade that he, Michael, enjoys. The color of glory, the color of champions, the color of Liverpool.
Michael doesn’t say anything, though, and just watches the way David licks his lips when they move as he talks during the England press conference.
---
He can’t hold back the giggles that spill out the first time he sees David returning from holiday and back to normal training with the England squad. The boy is orange and Michael thinks it’s a bad combination of fake tan and real sun light.
David pushes his arm in an effort to stop his giggling, but they both end up sprawled on the grass, leaning into one another in laughter.
Michael doesn’t mind how close they are and smiles brightly long after they have finished laughing.
---
Michael used to have blond hair as a boy, but it had long since disappeared into the brown fringe he has now. He can’t say he has really missed it all that much, but when he sees David’s newly bleached hair, he wants to run his fingers through it over and over again.
He doesn’t mind these thoughts anymore, and enjoys them immensely when he has them.
---
“White stains so easily,” David laments when seeing the dark-to-lighter colors of green smeared into his kit shorts. Michael tells him not to worry about them—“they’ll wash out”, he says—just before he steals a kiss on the training pitch.
None of the other England lads have a clue, due to their attention being drawn by the Neville brothers’ latest disagreement.
---
There has never been a bluer blue in the entire world, Michael thinks as he looks out across the oceans of Spain. He and David sit in the sun and both watch the shimmer and shine before them.
Michael isn’t surprised when David’s hand slides across the towel they are using to comfort them from the sand and takes his own. He is, however, when David asks “join me in Spain, for good”.
---
The color of jealousy isn’t green, but strangely enough is indigo in the form of one Iker Casillas’ kit. It’s not the kit, but the man inside of it that stirs Michael’s soul in the worst possible way against David.
Michael lets his jealousy simmer during training because he knows that later that night, he will show David who his boyfriend is.
---
Michael looks down at the violet shirt in his hand with Owen spelled on the back. “It’s good to be home,” is what he tells David on the phone, “even if it is Newcastle.” David chuckles a little, the sound rich in his ear, before he whispers “I miss you”.
Michael lets the words hang in the air for a moment before he replies, “miss you too.”
They say goodnight and go their separate ways.
Michael knows it’s only a matter of time before his and David’s rainbows start all over again.