10 Drabbles for My Buddy Rakel :D

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Title: 10 More Drabbles for the Fabulous Rakel
Pairings: Andrea Pirlo/Daniele De Rossi;
Carlos Marchena/Juan Mata; Carlos Marchena/Joaquin Sanchez; John Terry/Steven Gerrard; Pep Guardiola/Bojan Krkic; Gary Neville/Ryan Giggs; Jamie Carragher/Daniel Agger; Jamie Carragher/Steven Gerrard; John Terry/Frank Lampard
Rating: From PG-13 to heavy R
Words: Total word count: 2,922
A/N: Again miss_black91 and I agreed to write each other prompts and these are hers. I hope you like ‘em bb <333333333333



Title: Four Years
Pairing: Pirlo/de Rossi

Four years, so many things happen in four years.

When he was four, he played with a football in the park, in the street, in his room, in the yard. Football was everything that he knew and liked. He loved football and he was still only a boy. When he was four, Daniele had just been born, though the little Andrea in Flero didn’t know about such grand places as far away Rome.

When Daniele was four, he had never heard of eight year old Andrea Pirlo or Brescia Calcio. He only knew that Rome was a busy city and he had never seen so many beautiful things inside it.

Andrea was older, more experienced, and refined when he played for the Italian national squad that summer. Daniele was barely over being a teenager and he was still awkward at times; the only time he was truly comfortable was when a ball was by his feet and the smell of grass filled his senses.

Andrea had seen him play, both firsthand and on television. Daniele respected Andrea for his talents that he had seen many times.

Andrea liked the goofy kid, the young one on the team but he would not say anything about it. He would watch from afar as he had always done because life told him to be prepared for the unexpected. Daniele liked the quiet but always aloof Andrea; he liked the way that he watched him without being indiscrete about it.

Daniele is the one that kissed him. Andrea is the one that suggested a relationship. Daniele is the one that was more adventurous in the bedroom. Andrea is the one that showed him how to slow down and enjoy the pleasure. Daniele is the one that showed Andrea how easy it was to hold hands in public and relax and let go. Andrea is the one that read poetry and classic literature to him before they would go to sleep together.

Andrea was four years older than him, but Daniele didn’t mind. Age was only a number and Andrea was much more than only a number.


Title: Sunlight On Your Hair
Pairing: Marchena/Mata

Carlos decided long ago that Juan looked even more beautiful in the sunshine. The way the sun would fall in his hair, highlighting the rich colors. Carlos would have to stop sometimes and just watch as Juan would run across the pitch, the sun dancing from the many colors in his hair. Carlos loved to run his fingers through those curls and have them wound around his fingers. He loved Juan’s hair because it was soft to the touch and his precious boy didn’t mind when he pulled softly on it to kiss him deeply.

Carlos would hang back after the others and pull Juan close to him and run his fingers through it. He smiled at the thought and continued with training.


Title: Earth And Water
Pairing: Marchena/Sanchez

Carlos’ eyes were the darkest, richest brown that Quino had ever seen. They had the ability to draw him in and hold him still in a place where everything was comfortable and warm. They reflected Carlos’ personality almost perfectly, from his warmth to his caring touches and comforting talks. Carlos was perfect for keeping him grounded when things were getting to be too crazy and out of control. For that, Joaquin was very grateful.

Joaquin’s eyes were crystal clear blue, a blue that made Carlos want to wade through the water and let it surround him in tranquility. Joaquin lightened him up and made sure that he knew sometimes it was truly okay to let himself go and be free, like he could swim through life the way that Joaquin always seemed to be able to. Carlos admired that ability and wished that he had it.


Title: The Captain’s Card
Pairing: Terry/Gerrard

The scoreboard said two for Liverpool and three for Chelsea. Steven had never been more upset about a loss in all his life.

He walked into the hotel room that the Chelsea captain had acquired for their purposes tonight and wanted to do nothing more than run far away from here and crawl back into bed and forget this day ever happened. But John Terry refused to let him do that.

When he walked into the room, he saw JT watching him from a chair. He had a grin on his face and Steven decided that he hated Londoners with a passion.

“What do you want me to do?” Steven asked roughly and crossed his arms over his chest.

John didn’t answer at first and looked him over. He waited only a few minutes before he opened his mouth with a smirk. “Get undressed and on the bed. I want to see that body of yours and be able to touch it.”

Steven groaned. “It’s going to be along night isn’t it?”

John grinned brightly. “And a very hard one.”


Title: Barcelona’s Number Nine
Pairing: Guardiola/Krkic

You deserve this, he had said. You believed him as you always did. You loved him and thought that he loved you. But there were times when Pep would act differently about you, as if he was holding you an arm’s length away from everyone else. He would act as if he didn’t want to be around you and you hated that feeling, it crushed you inside.

When Pep tells you you deserve something, you try to accept it as truth. But when he hurts you without meaning to, you find it very hard to believe him when he says such things.

It was for that reason that you take the shirt with light fingers, unsure of what this means. Hadn’t he praised Ibra enough to you that you had come to accept that he liked Ibra’s talent more than yours? Hadn’t he played Ibra many more times than you had been subbed in? Was he trying to replace Ibra with you?

He notices your hesitation and tells you not to worry, Ibra would have wanted you to have it. You shake your head quickly and give it back to him, saying that you don’t want it. He asks you why and you have to remind yourself that while he may be your lover, he is still your coach.

You take a few seconds to catch your breath before you look up at him with big sad eyes and you see him catch his breath. You ask him why he wants you to wear it and he tells you that you deserve it. You stare at him and nod slowly, bitterness rising in your chest. He frowns at your expression and asks what is wrong.

You force your tone to remain emotionless and tell him that if all he wanted was a Catalan Ibra in his bed then he should look elsewhere and you are sick of being in Zlatan’s shadow.

He sits in silence for a few minutes, watching you, before he stands up and picks up the nine shirt. He offers it to you but you don’t take it so he folds it and lays it delicately over your shoulder. He leans in close and kisses your cheek before murmuring in your ear saying that he didn’t want a Catalan Ibra, he wanted you, Bojan, in his bed. He tells you that he is sorry for comparing you and promises not to do so again.

As he turns to leave his office, he looks back at you and says that you deserve to play in his favorite number.

Then he leaves you in quiet silence once again with the number nine still laying over your shoulder.


Title: Seeing Red
Pairing: Neville/Giggs

They had been cheated out of a match by stupid calls, a stupid referee, and definitely more than one offside goal. Cheated as plain as day and clear as air.

To say that the man who was captain of the club, born and bred the club, breathed air for the club, and lived every day to serve the club was unhappy about that fact was a gross understatement. Gary Neville was pissed.

He saw red, very literally. Back in the changing rooms, he had hit the wall so hard so many times that he had broken the skin on his knuckles and he had begun to bleed a little. He now sat in the physio’s office with ice wrapped around a towel resting against his hand. The team doctor had left the room minutes ago to give him some privacy but Gary didn’t care.

The match replayed in his mind and every missed opportunity and stolen chance stood out like a red stain on a white cloth, exactly like the red stain of his blood on the white towel.

“You stupid git.” The familiar voice scolded him from the doorway and Gary’s dark eyes looked up to see the tired looking man he called his best friend looking at him and shaking his head. “You ought to have known that you could have broken something.”

“I guess I’ll add it to the luck that we had during the match.” Gary glared but Ryan was unfazed even by his darkest glare.

Gary’s mood darkened when Ryan wouldn’t play into his game. It wasn’t that he was mad at Ryan, but his temper was about to flare out of control and Ryan was here now when it was about to happen.

“Look, I know it was a bad match, but you have to be able to lead the team not throw a tantrum. Honestly, I thought you knew that by now.” Ryan was saying and it was enough to trip Gary’s switch to the bad side.

“What the fuck would you know Giggs? You’re just the vice captain, remember? I wear the armband, not you! You aren’t worthy enough to have it; that’s what everyone else must think because why else would they constantly give it to me when you could have it? Yes your record is legendary but I guess you just aren’t good enough to have this are you?” Gary shouted and held up the armband so Ryan could see it.

Ryan took a long look at the armband while Gary’s words sunk deep into his mind. They stung as they sunk deeper into his skin and into his bloodstream. The crushing feeling he felt when they found his heart made him swallow as if that could block the pain.

He took several steps forward, glaring at Gary the whole way, and ripped the armband from Gary’s fingers. He threw the band into the corner and shoved Gary back further onto the exam table.

“One of these days,” Ryan said in a dangerously low voice, “I will not forgive you for what your mouth runs away with.”

Gary opened his mouth to retort but Ryan was already there, lips pressed against his hard. This was stupid and foolish, anyone could walk in at any time. Hadn’t the doctor promised to come back soon? Gary wanted to push Ryan away for such stupidity but when his hand went to the Welshman’s chest to push against it, he wound up balling the shirt in his fist and pulled Ryan closer.

As dumb an idea as it was, Ryan felt Gary’s resolve crumbling under his kisses and for that Ryan pushed forward until Gary broke again. His temper needed to be released and set free so that Gary would be able to think straight. Ryan knew it; he had seen it all a hundred times before.

When the kiss ended, Gary kept Ryan close by wrapping his calves around the backs of Ryan’s thighs and he pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m—”

“Don’t. We both know you won’t mean it Gary.” Ryan pulled back slowly and started to turn for the door. “I’ll see you at mine in a few minutes. You can apologize then.”


Title: Protection
Pairing: Carragher/Agger

Of the people who knew of their relationship, most people thought it was Jamie who was the protective one. They saw his tough exterior (the way the reserve lads were scared to even try to mess with him). They saw the way he glared at those who came to close (like David was when he wanted to try to get a goal past him). They saw the way he lashed out in harsh Scouse to those who said too many stupid things (as Dirk found out the hard way) or asked too many obvious questions (Dirk…).

But Danny saw the other side, the softer side (slow touches that lingered on his skin), the sweet side (loving words whispered in the dark), the caring side (when he got ill). Danny loved that side of Jamie. He loved the way Jamie wanted to make him happy even if he was still having a bad day. If Jamie said something harsh, he was quick to correct it once he had cooled down with a kiss or a softer touch.

It was for Jamie’s sweet side that Danny got possessive whenever Steven tried to take more of Jamie’s attention away. It was for that sweet side that Danny got jealous whenever someone wanted Jamie in that way. It was for Jamie’s tenderness that Danny would wish painful situations on anyone who tried to hurt Jamie.

Jamie wasn’t the protective one, though he did protect very well. It was Danny that was the one to watch out for.


Title: Danny’s Colors
Pairing: Carragher/Agger

Danny’s skin was a mix of many colors, greens, blues, reds, words and pictures, forever inked into his skin. Jamie asked him once if it hurt and Danny had shaken his head with a smile. Jamie liked to think himself as a strong individual and could take anything in stride.

And if Danny said it hadn’t hurt, then surely it wouldn’t right?

There was no one Jamie would trust with such a job other than Danny and that was why he was now sitting in a leather chair with Danny next to him, holding the needle. He swallowed hard and watched carefully every movement that Danny made.

“Are you sure about this Jamie? It’s sweet but you don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable…” Danny asked already knowing that once the ink was in the skin it was almost impossible to get out.

Jamie nodded and pushed his nervousness down deep inside of him. “Of course I’m sure. Just get on with it yeah?”

Danny shrugged and moved over to Jamie’s shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the strong muscle under the pale skin softly before moving over to kiss Jamie on the lips. Jamie kissed him back deeply and Danny had to remind himself that there was a task ahead of them and they couldn’t enjoy passionate kisses right this second.

Danny laid his palm on Jamie’s skin and moved the needle closer.


Jamie swore to every God he’d ever heard of and had probably invented quite a few of his own. He cursed every person who had ever even thought about doing him harm’s mother and their family a thousand times over. He swore up and down the Mersey.

But the little red number five on his shoulder reminded him that Danny would always be with him no matter what.


Title: Why Jamie Never Invites Stevie to Weddings Anymore
Pairing: Carragher/Gerrard

The violins started to play the time tested familiar tune that you hear at weddings, Pachelbel’s Canon. Steven had gone to many weddings in his time; his own, Jamie’s, several of the Liverpool lads, his relatives, and a few more friends. It seemed that all of them played this song and never any variety really seemed to get into the melody.

It was for that reason, and not the amount of sleep he hadn’t had the night before he was sure, that he had to duck his head and cover a yawn. The flower girls were walking down the aisle ahead of the bride, Jamie’s cousin, and he tried so hard to stop another yawn rising.

Jamie leaned over and whispered as quietly as possible to him. “I’m sorry for last night and keeping you awake…”

Steven looked over and smirked slightly as he whispered back. “I’m not. Fuck you felt good…”

Jamie widened his eyes and Steven chuckled quietly to himself while he stood up with the rest of the church for the bride’s walk down the aisle. Jamie gave him a silent glare but Steven returned it with a simple angelic look before looking at the not really blushing bride.

As the woman in white joined hands with her groom and the congregation retook their seats, Steven decided that if he was ever brave enough and Carra accepted and they were going to get married, instead of playing that old Canon, he would play You’ll Never Walk Alone.

Carra would like that, he though and sat back to watch the ceremony.


Title: Stupid and Smart
Pairing: Terry/Lampard

Many things in this life were stupid. Government politics, fighting and squabbling over petty things were all stupid. Not having live replays during football matches was equally stupid. But he was not bitter after that goal, not in the least, at least, that’s the lie he told everyone. Truth was, he was pissed beyond the gates of Hell about it. John knew it. But then again, John knew everything there was to know about him and then some.

John knew when he was angry, frustrated, tired, exhausted, horny, bored, sad, annoyed, or mischievous. John knew all those things and Frank knew them for him as well. They knew each other inside out, upside down and sideways. They loved each other and the great thing was, they didn’t have to tell each other because they already knew.

Loving John as much as he did, now that was something that was very smart.