Raul/Guti fic.
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tr_ficTitle: The End
Characters: Raul Gonzalez/Guti
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This was goodbye.
Words: 912
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_black91. This was one of the original drabbles that I thought would be a better fic by itself. So…ta da! I hope you like it.
There were times when he could remember being with Jose Maria and being completely and utterly happy. Many times it would just be just the two of them sat together on a coach driving home from an away match. Guti would have his IPod and would offer him a listen, which he would of course accept without hesitation.
Other times, they would be on a plane and Guti would offer to share his paper with him so that they could read the news together. They’d have a small squabble over who got the sports page first but that was quickly resolved with a stolen kiss or a small touch that was hidden by the rest of the paper on either of their laps.
Raul could also remember the times when they would be alone together and be at each other’s throats, and not in the fun way. Those were the times where Raul could almost believe everyone saying that Guti was overly dramatic enough to the point of not being worth dealing with. Those were the times where he almost could hate the annoying blonde. Those were times when he wanted to wring Guti’s neck off his pretty little frame and the idea of smothering him with a pillow was very tempting idea indeed.
But then there were the times like this and yet this time was not like anything they had ever had to experience together.
This was goodbye.
They weren’t going to see each other in a few day’s time. This wasn’t a holiday vacation. This wasn’t the end of the season and waiting for the new one to begin again. It wasn’t a so long, or an ‘I’ll see you later’. This was it, the end. Goodbye. The last thing, the final curtain.
He thought it worse than death because they were both still living and breathing. They would just never see each other again. They were going away, leaving the one place that had brought them together and that they had fought so many years for.
This was truly the end of an era.
They had done so many things for this club, for themselves, and it was over now. They had grown as men, as friends, and especially as lovers. They had seen many variations in the team come and go. They had been there through Los Galaticos and had won many things and played in even more matches. They had scored goals, won trophies, and received medals both with club and country. All done together, with the other at their side.
And now it was over. It was time for them to put down their trophies, put away their medals, and reflect on their goals. It was time to let the new players, the younger and fresher players, rise through the ranks and take over where they were now leaving off. They had done their service and now it was time for them to go. Legends that took their leave in the darkness of the night.
Now, Guti was leaving for Turkey and he for Germany. Guti was going first, something Raul noted sadly. Always the temperamental and outspoken Guti that had to do things first and his way.
Guti dropped his bag at Raul’s feet and pulled him into a hug. Raul hung onto him for several long moments before he even thought of releasing him. Raul didn’t want to let him go, not now and not ever. Guti was his, how could he possibly leave him now?
It was Jose Maria that pulled away first. He gave him a lopsided smile and picked his bag up from the ground and shouldered it. He took several steps back and Raul felt a huge knot forming in his throat with tears that threatened to build into a sob. But he would not cry. Legends didn’t cry, masters of their trade didn’t cry, no matter how painful it was to watch him go.
Guti inclined his golden head once in Raul’s direction before winking at him.
“I would say ‘see you in hell’ now, but that wouldn’t do. You’re too much of a saint to ever meet me in hell.” Raul shook his head and opened his mouth to protest, but Guti gave him a small smirk and turned to board his plane. Before he was completely out of earshot, Guti turned and gave him a smile, his blue eyes shining. “Te amaré siempre.”
Raul nodded and his lips formed the words in reply but Guti had already turned and had handed his ticket over to the attendant. Raul watched him walk down the ramp and out of his life.
He sank into one of the airport chairs and watched through the large glass windows as the plane continued to board. He wanted nothing more than to run down that concourse and find Guti and beg him not to go. He wanted to pull him from his seat and tell him that no matter what they could always be together, maybe not playing football, but if they were together then maybe that pain wouldn’t hurt as bad. He didn’t want his Jose Maria to go, it was killing him to stay seated and watch as the plane eventually began to taxi away from the terminal.
As the plane launched itself forward and into the sky, and for the first time since the story had broken about anyone leaving Madrid, Raul felt a tear slide down his cheek.
Characters: Raul Gonzalez/Guti
Rating: PG-13
Summary: This was goodbye.
Words: 912
A/N: For
miss_black91. This was one of the original drabbles that I thought would be a better fic by itself. So…ta da! I hope you like it.There were times when he could remember being with Jose Maria and being completely and utterly happy. Many times it would just be just the two of them sat together on a coach driving home from an away match. Guti would have his IPod and would offer him a listen, which he would of course accept without hesitation.
Other times, they would be on a plane and Guti would offer to share his paper with him so that they could read the news together. They’d have a small squabble over who got the sports page first but that was quickly resolved with a stolen kiss or a small touch that was hidden by the rest of the paper on either of their laps.
Raul could also remember the times when they would be alone together and be at each other’s throats, and not in the fun way. Those were the times where Raul could almost believe everyone saying that Guti was overly dramatic enough to the point of not being worth dealing with. Those were the times where he almost could hate the annoying blonde. Those were times when he wanted to wring Guti’s neck off his pretty little frame and the idea of smothering him with a pillow was very tempting idea indeed.
But then there were the times like this and yet this time was not like anything they had ever had to experience together.
This was goodbye.
They weren’t going to see each other in a few day’s time. This wasn’t a holiday vacation. This wasn’t the end of the season and waiting for the new one to begin again. It wasn’t a so long, or an ‘I’ll see you later’. This was it, the end. Goodbye. The last thing, the final curtain.
He thought it worse than death because they were both still living and breathing. They would just never see each other again. They were going away, leaving the one place that had brought them together and that they had fought so many years for.
This was truly the end of an era.
They had done so many things for this club, for themselves, and it was over now. They had grown as men, as friends, and especially as lovers. They had seen many variations in the team come and go. They had been there through Los Galaticos and had won many things and played in even more matches. They had scored goals, won trophies, and received medals both with club and country. All done together, with the other at their side.
And now it was over. It was time for them to put down their trophies, put away their medals, and reflect on their goals. It was time to let the new players, the younger and fresher players, rise through the ranks and take over where they were now leaving off. They had done their service and now it was time for them to go. Legends that took their leave in the darkness of the night.
Now, Guti was leaving for Turkey and he for Germany. Guti was going first, something Raul noted sadly. Always the temperamental and outspoken Guti that had to do things first and his way.
Guti dropped his bag at Raul’s feet and pulled him into a hug. Raul hung onto him for several long moments before he even thought of releasing him. Raul didn’t want to let him go, not now and not ever. Guti was his, how could he possibly leave him now?
It was Jose Maria that pulled away first. He gave him a lopsided smile and picked his bag up from the ground and shouldered it. He took several steps back and Raul felt a huge knot forming in his throat with tears that threatened to build into a sob. But he would not cry. Legends didn’t cry, masters of their trade didn’t cry, no matter how painful it was to watch him go.
Guti inclined his golden head once in Raul’s direction before winking at him.
“I would say ‘see you in hell’ now, but that wouldn’t do. You’re too much of a saint to ever meet me in hell.” Raul shook his head and opened his mouth to protest, but Guti gave him a small smirk and turned to board his plane. Before he was completely out of earshot, Guti turned and gave him a smile, his blue eyes shining. “Te amaré siempre.”
Raul nodded and his lips formed the words in reply but Guti had already turned and had handed his ticket over to the attendant. Raul watched him walk down the ramp and out of his life.
He sank into one of the airport chairs and watched through the large glass windows as the plane continued to board. He wanted nothing more than to run down that concourse and find Guti and beg him not to go. He wanted to pull him from his seat and tell him that no matter what they could always be together, maybe not playing football, but if they were together then maybe that pain wouldn’t hurt as bad. He didn’t want his Jose Maria to go, it was killing him to stay seated and watch as the plane eventually began to taxi away from the terminal.
As the plane launched itself forward and into the sky, and for the first time since the story had broken about anyone leaving Madrid, Raul felt a tear slide down his cheek.
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