002. Middles -- Good Times
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tr_ficTitle: Good Times
Characters: Iker Casillas, David Villa
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 002. Middles
Words: 720
A/N: You know the routine, one more for the chart.
Part One: Someone New | Part Two: Looking At You
Raul’s words continued to dance around in Iker’s mind, even several months later. Iker had eased on his acutely silent study of David Villa into only watching the man as much as he’d watch any of the others, except just a little more. He had learned quite a few things about the man during his observations and he had discovered that Villa was quite a remarkable person.
Iker had at first found Villa’s distance from the others pretty annoying. Who wouldn’t want to go out and relax with their friends? Even Iker would play poker with the boys; of course, he’d always stop before it got too late, but he still went. Villa would leave even before Iker, if he went at all.
Then Iker began to realize why David was distancing himself. Iker discovered the reasoning when Silva broke a ‘date’ with the man to go see a movie with Cesc. Villa had just nodded at the time, but Iker knew for a fact that Villa had a few shots in the bar a while later—a few that rendered him almost drunk.
Iker had noticed that not only did the man not like to be turned down, but that he also didn’t really trust anyone. Not even Silva, not completely. The Captain wondered why Villa didn’t trust anyone, or really put himself in a position to do so, but he could not answer that alone. Which was why Iker had asked Villa if he would come by later. The Asturian had grunted and then disappeared. Villa would be there, Iker knew it, but he wondered if he’d stay once he found out the real reason why Iker wanted him there.
A knock came on his door around nine-thirty that night. While Iker was getting up from his sofa, he took note of the short, quick, to-the-point knock that Villa had. Much like the man himself, Iker thought amused.
“Villa,” Iker greeted and let the striker inside. Villa had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and just nodded once, curtly, before shrugging.
“What Iker?” Iker knew that he had to traipse lightly around the man otherwise he would just walk out; he’d done it before. But, he also knew that Villa liked things up front and not hidden behind roses and chocolates.
“Do you need a friend David?” Iker asked and then watched as Villa rolled his eyes.
“Oh for God’s sake, is that what this is about?” Villa started for the door. “Here I thought you were smarter than the lot of them.”
“Wait.” Iker used his captain’s voice and Villa stopped. Didn’t turn, but he stopped. “You don’t have to take me up on it, but if you need to talk to someone or if you just want to hang out, I’m not going anywhere.”
Villa looked over his shoulder and quirked his eyebrow. “Can I go now, counselor?”
Iker sighed but he nodded. Villa was out the door faster than Cesc was in a candy shop. Iker shook his head. “Good job Iker, good job.”
Iker answered the knock on his door as soon as he could. He rubbed the towel through his hair once more before giving himself a once over; jeans on, shirt on but unbuttoned, and he sighed before opening the door.
“Villa!” Iker gasped surprised. David looked him up and down before lazily meeting his eyes.
“May I?” He inclined his head towards Iker’s room.
“What? Oh, of course.” Iker let in David while he started buttoning his shirt. “Can I get you anything?”
“Nada, gracias. There is a marathon on of Desperate Housewives and I wanted to escape before half the team was in Cesc’s and my room.” Villa said for an explanation. “Since you offered…”
Iker used his new observant skills to pick up on the worried tone that Villa was trying to omit completely out of his vocal range. Feeling smug, Iker grinned inwardly to himself.
“I understand completely.” Iker replied honestly. After all, he’d roomed with Cesc on more than one occasion. “I was just going to order dinner, would you like anything?”
Iker and Villa spent the night over two steaks and watching a CSI: marathon. It was unusual, Iker had to admit, but for once, Iker did not mind Villa’s company at all.
Characters: Iker Casillas, David Villa
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 002. Middles
Words: 720
A/N: You know the routine, one more for the chart.
Part One: Someone New | Part Two: Looking At You
Raul’s words continued to dance around in Iker’s mind, even several months later. Iker had eased on his acutely silent study of David Villa into only watching the man as much as he’d watch any of the others, except just a little more. He had learned quite a few things about the man during his observations and he had discovered that Villa was quite a remarkable person.
Iker had at first found Villa’s distance from the others pretty annoying. Who wouldn’t want to go out and relax with their friends? Even Iker would play poker with the boys; of course, he’d always stop before it got too late, but he still went. Villa would leave even before Iker, if he went at all.
Then Iker began to realize why David was distancing himself. Iker discovered the reasoning when Silva broke a ‘date’ with the man to go see a movie with Cesc. Villa had just nodded at the time, but Iker knew for a fact that Villa had a few shots in the bar a while later—a few that rendered him almost drunk.
Iker had noticed that not only did the man not like to be turned down, but that he also didn’t really trust anyone. Not even Silva, not completely. The Captain wondered why Villa didn’t trust anyone, or really put himself in a position to do so, but he could not answer that alone. Which was why Iker had asked Villa if he would come by later. The Asturian had grunted and then disappeared. Villa would be there, Iker knew it, but he wondered if he’d stay once he found out the real reason why Iker wanted him there.
A knock came on his door around nine-thirty that night. While Iker was getting up from his sofa, he took note of the short, quick, to-the-point knock that Villa had. Much like the man himself, Iker thought amused.
“Villa,” Iker greeted and let the striker inside. Villa had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans and just nodded once, curtly, before shrugging.
“What Iker?” Iker knew that he had to traipse lightly around the man otherwise he would just walk out; he’d done it before. But, he also knew that Villa liked things up front and not hidden behind roses and chocolates.
“Do you need a friend David?” Iker asked and then watched as Villa rolled his eyes.
“Oh for God’s sake, is that what this is about?” Villa started for the door. “Here I thought you were smarter than the lot of them.”
“Wait.” Iker used his captain’s voice and Villa stopped. Didn’t turn, but he stopped. “You don’t have to take me up on it, but if you need to talk to someone or if you just want to hang out, I’m not going anywhere.”
Villa looked over his shoulder and quirked his eyebrow. “Can I go now, counselor?”
Iker sighed but he nodded. Villa was out the door faster than Cesc was in a candy shop. Iker shook his head. “Good job Iker, good job.”
Iker answered the knock on his door as soon as he could. He rubbed the towel through his hair once more before giving himself a once over; jeans on, shirt on but unbuttoned, and he sighed before opening the door.
“Villa!” Iker gasped surprised. David looked him up and down before lazily meeting his eyes.
“May I?” He inclined his head towards Iker’s room.
“What? Oh, of course.” Iker let in David while he started buttoning his shirt. “Can I get you anything?”
“Nada, gracias. There is a marathon on of Desperate Housewives and I wanted to escape before half the team was in Cesc’s and my room.” Villa said for an explanation. “Since you offered…”
Iker used his new observant skills to pick up on the worried tone that Villa was trying to omit completely out of his vocal range. Feeling smug, Iker grinned inwardly to himself.
“I understand completely.” Iker replied honestly. After all, he’d roomed with Cesc on more than one occasion. “I was just going to order dinner, would you like anything?”
Iker and Villa spent the night over two steaks and watching a CSI: marathon. It was unusual, Iker had to admit, but for once, Iker did not mind Villa’s company at all.
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