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Title: Not What Was Expected
Characters & Pairings: Iker Casillas, Cesc Fabregas, Fernando Torres / Sergio Ramos, Pepe Reina / Alvaro Arbeloa, Villa / Silva, Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 058. Dinner
Word Count: 753
A/N: The fourth! =-D Thanks again to everybody who commented on the last part, y’all are the best! =-D

Part One: Strawberry Crepes & Black Coffee | Part Two: Snacks | Part Three: Wake Up Sleepy Head



Iker had faced the dilemma of being tormented over being late to lunch or to feed the rumors by eating solo in the kitchen. As much as he would’ve liked to opt for the latter, he did the former.

Once he was composed enough to face the mob of jeering football players, Iker walked into the dinning room with his head held high. He was sure that Cesc had spread what he’d seen far and wide by now and sure enough, as soon as he walked in, Cesc cowered behind Pepe (who rolled his eyes) as the rest of the room applauded with dorky grins on their faces.

Iker rolled his eyes despite feeling his face flush and went to stand in line.

Several hours of teasing and various inappropriate gestures (at least the kind that were inappropriate around your family), Iker was seriously considering if anybody would arrest him for drowning Cesc in the pool.
By late afternoon, Iker had decided that if all of the players cooled out in the pool (and saw each other shirtless because they really were a bunch of horny bastards), then they wouldn’t tease him. It seemed like a brilliant plan in his head.

When Iker went down to the pool, several minutes later, he was not entirely surprised by what he saw. Most of them were lounging by the side of the pool and were watching the center where Pepe had Alvaro on his shoulders and Alvaro was trying to knock Silva off of Villa. From the way it looked right that second, it seemed that the Canarian was winning.

Sergio and Nando kept playing a variation of Marco-Polo, except it was more or less one-sided and Nando had this look of ecstasy on his face every time Sergio went down…

Iker didn’t much care to see what Sergio was doing to the blonde (even if he was slightly turned on by it). He focused on watching the others as he walked towards a pool chair. He was halfway there when suddenly out of nowhere a shriek came and he had an armful of giggling Cesc.

“You’re here!” Cesc squeed and clung to a very confused Iker.

“Who let him in the alcohol?” Iker asked a near-by Xabi. Alonso shrugged as Cesc pouted up at Iker.

“I’m not drunk Iker. I’m happy. And you of all people should know about being happy…” Cesc wiggled his eyebrows with innuendo.

Iker pried the Catalan off of his body and just nodded. “Cesc, you’re crazy.”

He looked affronted and Iker decided to go take a dip into the pool and find somebody who wasn’t as cute as Cesc was. Wait, did he just call him cute?!

It ended up where Iker was watching Silva kick Alvaro’s Speedo-clad butt. As soon as Alvaro resurfaced, he wore a pout that would rival Cesc’s. Iker, and the rest of the team that didn’t play for Liverpool, watched with shocked eyes as Pepe wrapped his arms around Alvaro and kissed him gently murmuring that everything was going to be ok.

Iker shot a look over to Xabi that said ‘when did that happen’ and Xabi shrugged. Iker just continued to look at him and Xabi replied with his own look of ‘its not my fault you don’t play for Liverpool and don’t know these things’.

Iker rolled his eyes and inadvertently he saw Cesc and the younger man smiled at him once he noticed he had his attention. That boy was strange.

Eventually the team went their separate ways for dinner. Iker was standing in the bathroom buttoning his shirt when he heard Cesc come in.

“Iker?” Cesc paused by the doorway, watching him get dressed.

“Mm?”

“What are you doing for dinner?” Cesc asked shyly.

“Eating food.”

“Iker!” He whined.

“I don’t know, probably go find a nice quiet restaurant somewhere close.” Iker looked right at Cesc when he said quiet, hoping that Cesc would get the hint.

He didn’t. “Can I come?”

“You know Cesc, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Iker walked past Cesc, trying to ignore the hurt expression on Cesc’s face.

“Oh. Okay.” Cesc said in such a heartbreakingly quiet voice that it took everything Iker had not to look back. “Have fun then.”

“Thanks, I’m sure I will.” The door shut behind him before Cesc could reply.

A short while later, as Iker sat alone at a table in the corner, he stared at his steak feeling too ashamed to work up an appetite.