Captain & The Kid, Part 5

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Title: The Captain And The Kid, Part Five
Characters: Bojan Krkic/Iker Casillas; Gerard Pique mentions of Iker/Xavi, Xavi/Andres Iniesta, Iker/Cesc Fabregas, Iker/Sergio Ramos, Sergio/Fernando Torres
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bojan is called up for La Selección and finds himself falling for the Spanish captain. He knows its wrong and he also knows someone else is pining for Iker’s attentions. Will Bojan try to win the Captain’s heart or will he let his competition have him?
Words: 1039
A/N: because holaascensor blackmailed me to write this for an upcoming idea that I had.
Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four



By the time the bus had reached the Spanish and French border, it had taken many stops for the players to stretch their legs and get some food as well as handle ‘other business’. At the border, there wasn’t an exception. The bus had stopped in a small French village and they were now scouring the village for food.

Gerard and Bojan had stuck together, as always, and they had managed to find a shop selling pastries. Bojan had managed to be indulged by Geri to buy some sweet-tasting goodies and they now strolled through the small streets with their pastries.

“So who do you think it was then?” Bojan asked, mentioning the subject of Iker’s late night rendezvous for the first time since Gerard had in Germany. Part of him was positive that he didn’t want to know what Geri would say; Geri was hardly ever wrong about these things if he gave it serious thought. The other part of him needed to know. He wanted to know what kind of guy Iker would turn to for that. He almost convinced himself that he was only curious about what Iker liked, not about how he shaped up to Iker’s idea of a good fuck.

Gerard shrugged and licked cinnamon-laced icing from his finger. “I don’t know. It could be one of several people I suppose.”

Bojan stopped beside a fountain and sat on the edge of it. Geri joined him and continued eating.

“Like who?” Bojan prompted after a moment’s silence.

“Well,” Geri started after taking a breath. “Iker likes dark hair and dark eyes. He likes a sense of humor, but he also likes quiet, as you may have noticed.” Gerard winked at him and Bojan blushed. “But, as for who it could be that he would go to for a fuck? Well, it used to be Xavi. Then Cesc and some think Sergio. But me? I don’t know about them now.”

“Why do you say that? I mean, it could be any of them really.” Bojan tried to keep the interest from his voice and from Gerard’s look, he knew that he had failed miserably.

Geri shrugged it off and answered anyway. “Well, Xavi has Andres now and you saw how fiercely Xavi defends Andres if anything were to hurt him. Xavi would never screw up his relationship with Andres cause of a one night fuck.”

Bojan nodded. Xavi was too loyal to do that and after what Iker had said about him and Xavi? No, it couldn’t be Xavi.

“And Sergio has Niño now and anytime la selección gets together, well, you know.”

Bojan nodded again. He did know. They were bound together like glue and never left the other’s side unless they absolutely had to.

“And as much as Sergio adores Iker, he loves Fernando a lot more. So it’s not Sese.”

Bojan frowned. “And Cesc?”

Gerard hesitated for the first time and sucked in a breath. He tossed his mess from his cinnamon bun into a nearby garbage bin and used some water from the fountain to clean the sticky mess from his fingers. He was sure to go slow because of the process and not to answer right away.

“And Cesc?” Bojan repeated with more urgency. Why was Geri hesitating?

Finally, after releasing a long breath Gerard looked up and gave him a hopeful look and a teasing smile. “Why do you want to know these things Bojan? I thought you were as straight as a line.”

Bojan knew that he didn’t want to talk about this and was trying to change the subject. “What about Cesc, Geri? Why won’t you answer?”

Gerard looked down and rubbed his neck lightly. “It could be Cesc. I don’t think it is, but it could be.”

“Why don’t you think so?” Bojan whispered.

“Cesc would’ve told me, whether I wanted to know or not. Hell, he would have told everyone. That’s what he’s done in the past every other time. He would have claimed last night proudly instead of staying off in silence. But who knows? Maybe his time away in London has made him a little more dignified in his affairs,” Gerard shrugged and checked his watch. “We should be going, don’t want to miss the bus do we?”

Geri gave him a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Bojan, look, it doesn’t matter. Whatever Iker did last night was his own business, let it be.”

Bojan nodded numbly. Geri was right. Why should he be bothered anyway? It wasn’t like he had any stake or claim on Iker in the first place. He shouldn’t even want one.

He stood up from the fountain’s edge and followed after his best friend. Cesc? No, not Cesc. How could the boy he admired for so long be with Iker like that? Bojan tried not to feel jealous but he couldn’t help it. He really liked Cesc and had for a long time; he admired him as a player and as a person. But him and Iker? That’s where his admiration ended.

Bojan and Geri were several of the last two to get on the bus. As he walked down the aisle towards his seat, he ignored Iker’s friendly smile towards him and focused straight ahead. His eyes caught Cesc and the midfielder was laughing with Sergio about something pertaining to Nando, if their gaze towards his hair was any indication.

Was Cesc the one Iker had gone to last night? Something told him no, it wasn’t, but Bojan wasn’t sure if that was wishful thinking or his mind trying to convince himself otherwise.

But if it wasn’t Cesc, then who had it been? Bojan looked around the bus quickly before he sat in his seat. He frowned when he realized he was sitting on something. Bojan stuck his hand down and pulled out a simple white piece of paper folded in half twice.

He looked over and saw Gerard talking to Fernando Llorente. His fingers quickly unfolded the note and frowned at what he read.

In unfamiliar handwriting were the words: Iker came to me last night, not you. Stay away kid for your own good. You don’t know how to play this game.