Captain & The Kid, Part 4
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tr_ficTitle: The Captain & The Kid, Part Four
Characters: Bojan Krkic, Iker Casillas; Gerard Pique, Sergio Ramos, Xavi implied
Rating: PG-13 now [higher later]
Summary: Bojan suffers from a case of mistaken identity.
Words: 1,455
A/N: Of course this is for my darling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
butbyskylight but I hope the rest of you like it as well <3 :D
One | Two | Three
Bojan woke up the next morning and found out that Iker had indeed been right, Silva had not returned the night before. He didn’t mind the quiet and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. In the quiet of his mind, he thought about the match the day before, the things Iker had told him, and what he would do when he got home later that afternoon. He would probably be a little travel weary but he was sure he could try and beat FIFA again after he called his mom to tell her he was okay.
Then his thoughts stopped on the handsome captain.
For a reason that he couldn’t name, he really wanted to see Iker again. He thought of the many reasons of why that could be, from Iker’s gentle quiet nature to the way he had been so kind towards him since this whole trip had started. Bojan shifted and shook his head to himself. That wasn’t why he wanted to spend more time with Iker. It was part of the reason, he deduced, but it wasn’t the complete reason. It didn’t feel right enough to be the whole reason.
He scratched at his abdomen lightly to relieve an itch and wondered what else was it that led to such a strong desire to see the elder man again. Bojan thought about what Iker had said about the others and their ‘other’ kinds of desires and Bojan wondered if maybe he had developed a crush on Iker.
He froze in his bed and his eyes widened. That couldn’t be it! He felt his cheeks turning and entered a stage of denial. Of course he couldn’t like Iker like that! That was wrong and dirty and forbidden and many other things that he ought not even be thinking.
Wasn’t it?
Several loud taps came on his door and Bojan jumped. When the loud obnoxious beats didn’t stop, he groaned and got up and already knew who would be on the other side. He pulled the off-white colored door open and looked up into his best friend’s blue eyes.
“Morning Geri.” Bojan said with a yawn.
Gerard burst through the door and Bojan had to step back to clear the door to allow him entry. “What did you do?!”
Bojan frowned and shut the door. “I’ve been asleep until five minutes ago…”
“I mean last night! What did you do?!” Gerard looked around the room as if he were searching for something, Bojan didn’t have a clue as to what, and then he turned back to look at Bojan expectantly. “Well?”
Bojan scratched his head and looked at Geri like he’d walked out from a parallel universe. “What are you talking about?”
“Iker, silly! What did you do to him?” Gerard crossed his arms. “You two didn’t fuck in here did you?” Geri looked at the bed and saw Bojan’s twisted sheets and rumpled bed. “You little tease! You did!”
Bojan looked at Gerard’s grinning face and felt his own flush. He scrambled for words that he couldn’t find. “What? No! What’s wrong with Iker? No we didn’t! Geri!”
Gerard crossed his arms and gave Bojan a disbelieving look. “You mean to tell me that our great captain came back down from being up here last night with a rumpled shirt and ‘I’ve just had a great fuck’ hair and a suspicious white substance on his trousers and you had nothing to do with it? Oh Bojan you little tease you!”
Geri walked over and pinched his cheek but Bojan swatted him away.
“No I didn’t have anything to do with that!” Bojan said with a pout, though he would deny it later. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about Geri. Not a single idea!”
For the first time since he had walked into the room, Gerard showed a sign of hesitation. “Really? You and he didn’t...eh?”
Bojan shook his head and for the first time in his life, he saw Gerard get an embarrassed look. He heard Geri clear his throat and watched him stand up straight. “Well uh, just get ready to go. We’ll be leaving in about two hours to go home.”
With that, Gerard excused himself from Bojan’s hotel room and left a very confused Bojan behind. When Geri’s aura had gone, Bojan sat heavily on his bed and tried to figure out what the hell Gerard had been talking about.
He felt a strange disappointment in knowing that Iker had had sex, and probably with a man too. He frowned and knew that he shouldn’t feel like that. It was wrong for a man to love another man, wasn’t it? He had always been taught that homosexuality was a sin, one of the bad ones, and that there was no way one could be forgiven for that.
How could he have developed a crush on Iker? It was wrong and either way, it wasn’t like Iker liked him. He had gotten someone to get him off last night and that sure as hell hadn’t been Bojan.
Bojan felt a strange heaviness in his chest and it took him several moments to stand up and get himself moving again. This was just great, he thought quietly. He finally figures out he has a crush on a man and that that man doesn’t even want him.
He shook his head and started to pack up his things.
When Bojan came downstairs packed and ready to go, he got several stares from his teammates. He was pretty sure he had even heard a wolf-whistle come from Sergio Ramos’ direction but he couldn’t be certain. What he did notice was the heaviness in Gerard’s arm when it settled across his shoulders and the blush in his cheeks when Gerard started to shout across the lobby.
“All right everyone look away. Bojan didn’t get laid last night, and not especially by you know who.”
Bojan stared down at his feet and was sure that his face was redder than the Spain shirt that he proudly wore the day before. Gerard propelled him forward across the lobby and out the glass doors to the bus. As mortified as he was, Bojan noticed the dark eyes of Xavi on his body as he shuffled forward across the tiled floor.
Gerard and Bojan dumped their bags underneath the bus and climbed aboard to find their seats. It would be a long drive home through very beautiful scenery. Bojan thought that he’d have to get used to it because there was no way he was looking away from the window.
Geri nudged him when he took his seat and Bojan looked over quizzically. “I’m sorry about barging in this morning. I wouldn’t have if I’d known it wasn’t you.”
Bojan nodded honestly. “I know.” He looked back to the window. “You would have gone and barged in on that person instead of me.”
Geri laughed loudly and made himself comfortable in the seat.
“What’s so funny Pique?”
Bojan stiffened when he heard Iker’s voice and he refused to look over. However, he cheated and caught Iker’s reflection in the glass of the window.
Geri shrugged. “Something that Bojan said.”
Bojan could feel Iker’s eyes on him, but Bojan refused to look at him. In the glass, he could see Iker frown before he covered it. Bojan saw it, he knew he had.
“Well, he is a very funny kid.” Iker nodded and smiled and straightened. “If you need anything, just come and ask.”
Gerard nodded and Bojan watched Iker leave in the glass. He wondered how long he’d be able to hide from those dark eyes.
Gerard nudged him again in the back and Bojan looked over. “Fancy a game of cards?”
Geri held up a deck of cards and gave him a sweet look that had Bojan giggling and agreeing quickly.
What Bojan or Gerard didn’t notice were two pairs of very dark eyes watching their actions. One of the men watching looked on with a strange curious jealousy, the kind of wanting to belong and have the boy laughing at his own jokes and not at Gerard’s.
The other pair of eyes watched with a more malicious form of jealousy. What was so special about the kid? He was just a boy, a pathetic anxiety ridden little Catalan kid that had no hope of capturing Iker’s attention and keeping it.
With that thought firmly fixed in his mind, the man sat back in his seat and prepared himself for several hours home and kept himself calm knowing that it was he that had brought Iker to climax the night before.
It had been him, not the annoying little Catalan kid.
Characters: Bojan Krkic, Iker Casillas; Gerard Pique, Sergio Ramos, Xavi implied
Rating: PG-13 now [higher later]
Summary: Bojan suffers from a case of mistaken identity.
Words: 1,455
A/N: Of course this is for my darling
butbyskylight but I hope the rest of you like it as well <3 :DOne | Two | Three
Bojan woke up the next morning and found out that Iker had indeed been right, Silva had not returned the night before. He didn’t mind the quiet and rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. In the quiet of his mind, he thought about the match the day before, the things Iker had told him, and what he would do when he got home later that afternoon. He would probably be a little travel weary but he was sure he could try and beat FIFA again after he called his mom to tell her he was okay.
Then his thoughts stopped on the handsome captain.
For a reason that he couldn’t name, he really wanted to see Iker again. He thought of the many reasons of why that could be, from Iker’s gentle quiet nature to the way he had been so kind towards him since this whole trip had started. Bojan shifted and shook his head to himself. That wasn’t why he wanted to spend more time with Iker. It was part of the reason, he deduced, but it wasn’t the complete reason. It didn’t feel right enough to be the whole reason.
He scratched at his abdomen lightly to relieve an itch and wondered what else was it that led to such a strong desire to see the elder man again. Bojan thought about what Iker had said about the others and their ‘other’ kinds of desires and Bojan wondered if maybe he had developed a crush on Iker.
He froze in his bed and his eyes widened. That couldn’t be it! He felt his cheeks turning and entered a stage of denial. Of course he couldn’t like Iker like that! That was wrong and dirty and forbidden and many other things that he ought not even be thinking.
Wasn’t it?
Several loud taps came on his door and Bojan jumped. When the loud obnoxious beats didn’t stop, he groaned and got up and already knew who would be on the other side. He pulled the off-white colored door open and looked up into his best friend’s blue eyes.
“Morning Geri.” Bojan said with a yawn.
Gerard burst through the door and Bojan had to step back to clear the door to allow him entry. “What did you do?!”
Bojan frowned and shut the door. “I’ve been asleep until five minutes ago…”
“I mean last night! What did you do?!” Gerard looked around the room as if he were searching for something, Bojan didn’t have a clue as to what, and then he turned back to look at Bojan expectantly. “Well?”
Bojan scratched his head and looked at Geri like he’d walked out from a parallel universe. “What are you talking about?”
“Iker, silly! What did you do to him?” Gerard crossed his arms. “You two didn’t fuck in here did you?” Geri looked at the bed and saw Bojan’s twisted sheets and rumpled bed. “You little tease! You did!”
Bojan looked at Gerard’s grinning face and felt his own flush. He scrambled for words that he couldn’t find. “What? No! What’s wrong with Iker? No we didn’t! Geri!”
Gerard crossed his arms and gave Bojan a disbelieving look. “You mean to tell me that our great captain came back down from being up here last night with a rumpled shirt and ‘I’ve just had a great fuck’ hair and a suspicious white substance on his trousers and you had nothing to do with it? Oh Bojan you little tease you!”
Geri walked over and pinched his cheek but Bojan swatted him away.
“No I didn’t have anything to do with that!” Bojan said with a pout, though he would deny it later. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about Geri. Not a single idea!”
For the first time since he had walked into the room, Gerard showed a sign of hesitation. “Really? You and he didn’t...eh?”
Bojan shook his head and for the first time in his life, he saw Gerard get an embarrassed look. He heard Geri clear his throat and watched him stand up straight. “Well uh, just get ready to go. We’ll be leaving in about two hours to go home.”
With that, Gerard excused himself from Bojan’s hotel room and left a very confused Bojan behind. When Geri’s aura had gone, Bojan sat heavily on his bed and tried to figure out what the hell Gerard had been talking about.
He felt a strange disappointment in knowing that Iker had had sex, and probably with a man too. He frowned and knew that he shouldn’t feel like that. It was wrong for a man to love another man, wasn’t it? He had always been taught that homosexuality was a sin, one of the bad ones, and that there was no way one could be forgiven for that.
How could he have developed a crush on Iker? It was wrong and either way, it wasn’t like Iker liked him. He had gotten someone to get him off last night and that sure as hell hadn’t been Bojan.
Bojan felt a strange heaviness in his chest and it took him several moments to stand up and get himself moving again. This was just great, he thought quietly. He finally figures out he has a crush on a man and that that man doesn’t even want him.
He shook his head and started to pack up his things.
When Bojan came downstairs packed and ready to go, he got several stares from his teammates. He was pretty sure he had even heard a wolf-whistle come from Sergio Ramos’ direction but he couldn’t be certain. What he did notice was the heaviness in Gerard’s arm when it settled across his shoulders and the blush in his cheeks when Gerard started to shout across the lobby.
“All right everyone look away. Bojan didn’t get laid last night, and not especially by you know who.”
Bojan stared down at his feet and was sure that his face was redder than the Spain shirt that he proudly wore the day before. Gerard propelled him forward across the lobby and out the glass doors to the bus. As mortified as he was, Bojan noticed the dark eyes of Xavi on his body as he shuffled forward across the tiled floor.
Gerard and Bojan dumped their bags underneath the bus and climbed aboard to find their seats. It would be a long drive home through very beautiful scenery. Bojan thought that he’d have to get used to it because there was no way he was looking away from the window.
Geri nudged him when he took his seat and Bojan looked over quizzically. “I’m sorry about barging in this morning. I wouldn’t have if I’d known it wasn’t you.”
Bojan nodded honestly. “I know.” He looked back to the window. “You would have gone and barged in on that person instead of me.”
Geri laughed loudly and made himself comfortable in the seat.
“What’s so funny Pique?”
Bojan stiffened when he heard Iker’s voice and he refused to look over. However, he cheated and caught Iker’s reflection in the glass of the window.
Geri shrugged. “Something that Bojan said.”
Bojan could feel Iker’s eyes on him, but Bojan refused to look at him. In the glass, he could see Iker frown before he covered it. Bojan saw it, he knew he had.
“Well, he is a very funny kid.” Iker nodded and smiled and straightened. “If you need anything, just come and ask.”
Gerard nodded and Bojan watched Iker leave in the glass. He wondered how long he’d be able to hide from those dark eyes.
Gerard nudged him again in the back and Bojan looked over. “Fancy a game of cards?”
Geri held up a deck of cards and gave him a sweet look that had Bojan giggling and agreeing quickly.
What Bojan or Gerard didn’t notice were two pairs of very dark eyes watching their actions. One of the men watching looked on with a strange curious jealousy, the kind of wanting to belong and have the boy laughing at his own jokes and not at Gerard’s.
The other pair of eyes watched with a more malicious form of jealousy. What was so special about the kid? He was just a boy, a pathetic anxiety ridden little Catalan kid that had no hope of capturing Iker’s attention and keeping it.
With that thought firmly fixed in his mind, the man sat back in his seat and prepared himself for several hours home and kept himself calm knowing that it was he that had brought Iker to climax the night before.
It had been him, not the annoying little Catalan kid.
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