tr_fic | The Captain and The Kid, Part Nine (Reply)

Title: The Captain and The Kid, Part Nine
Characters: Lionel Messi, Bojan Krkic, David Villa/Iker Casillas; Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol, Iker/Bojan, Villa/Pepe Reina, Villa/Silva, mentions of various Barça players implied
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bojan is called up for La Selección and finds himself falling for the Spanish captain. He knows it’s 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: this part: 1,463
A/N: As always, this is dedicated for my bestest friend

holaascensor who I love most dearly. <3 I hope you like it baby girl <33333
Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

The view was beautiful from Leo’s rooftop; Bojan could see across the city, but he always envied the way Leo had the perfect view of the sun as it set. Leo could watch it fade away, disappear on the day, never to rise on that moment in time ever again. That was something to be jealous about, he was sure of it.

But now, as the sun was slowly sliding past the darkening of the hilltops in the west, Leo was talking to his mother on the phone just several yards away. The city was nearby, bustling as ever, waiting for them to go out.

It wasn’t that Bojan didn’t want to go out; he just wasn’t sure what he wanted to do at all. He had never been more confused about anything and everything and nothing at the same time. He didn’t even know where to begin. Perhaps Leo could help him? It was the seemingly fiftieth time he had had that thought, but he kept coming back to it. Leo was a little older than him, and far less naïve. Maybe he could offer some advice on the situation.

But that would require talking about it, which was something Bojan didn’t necessarily want to do.

Sighing in frustration at his own thoughts, Bojan turned away from the balcony and walked back inside. Leo gave him a concerned look as he moved past, but Bojan nodded for him to finish his conversation. He walked inside the house and looked around at Leo’s possessions. There was nothing unusual about his things, but there was a sense of homeliness about Leo’s that always relaxed him enough to open him up about his worries. He had long since lost count of the number of times he and Leo had shared secrets about teammates or strategized against upcoming opponents on the artfully worn leather sofa.

Leo was a very good friend. He was calm, unlike Geri. He was patient, unlike Geri. He was sympathetic, like Geri but in a less extreme way. He was straight, unlike Geri. At least, Bojan was pretty sure he was. Now, he wasn’t sure who was sleeping with who and who experimented with somebody else. When did things become so confusing?!

Bojan sighed again in frustration at the turn his thoughts had taken again and sank onto the sofa. Leo was finishing up outside; for that, Bojan was equally grateful and anxious.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or are you going to make me guess?” Leo asked as he walked in from the porch.

“I hate how you do that,” Bojan spoke quietly. At Leo’s confused look, he continued. “I hate you know something’s wrong without me saying anything. I don’t like how you can read me so easily.”

Leo moved over to the sofa and sat a polite distance away, but not far enough that Bojan couldn’t touch him if he wanted. He had a small, kind smile on his face and folded his hands in his lap.

“Bojan, it’s my job to be able to read people. Just like any footballer to a degree. If I couldn’t read you so well, we wouldn’t work together as well as we do on the pitch.” Leo spoke kindly. Bojan remained silent, unwilling to verbally accept the point against his words. “So what is bothering you? I’ve not seen you this confused since you found out that Gerard’s hair gel was actually lube.”

Bojan blushed at the memory, causing Leo to grin, and shoved it quickly from his mind.

“Leo, you know how people are…gay?” Bojan tried to speak without blushing but failed. Miserably.

Leo nodded with a confused look mixed with amusement. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, I’m not sure if I am or not.” Bojan squeaked before curling back into himself.

Leo stayed quiet for a few moments. He shifted to face Bojan and watched him carefully before he spoke in a calm tone.

“Do you find any man sexually attractive?” Bojan nodded once. “Just one or a few?”

Bojan honestly thought about it. While he had admired some of the first team for different traits, like Gerard’s eyes and sense of humor, or Carles’ abs, or the way Pep was so in control of everything, or the way Villa could easily handle the ball, or the way Pedro smiled to Jeffren, he never really liked that before.

“I think just one,” Bojan replied and looked over carefully. Leo was his best friend. He didn’t want to freak him out or anything that might lose their closeness.

“Then perhaps you aren’t necessarily gay, you’re just that person oriented. There’s nothing wrong with being gay, straight, or anything else. It’s just a unique character trait, like brown hair or green eyes.”

Bojan watched as Leo regarded him with a small smile. Perhaps Leo was right. Maybe it didn’t matter if he was gay or straight or both. He could like Iker and that would be okay. Wouldn’t it?

All too suddenly, Bojan realized that Leo was still looking at him as if he were something to be made a study of. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Um, Leo, I wasn’t talking about you.” Bojan bit his lip and looked up nervously.

Leo’s expression flickered momentarily and he looked away. “I know.”

Bojan felt something, he wasn’t sure what, tug at his gut. It was like he had crossed an invisible line; he could feel that something had changed, but he just wasn’t sure what it was.

Leo looked back at him, any trace of emotion but the concern of a friend was gone. “I know Bojan. So who were you talking about? Don’t I get to know?” He teased, but Bojan could tell there was something forced about his smile.

“Well, I mean, I don’t even know if he likes me.”

“Who wouldn’t like you Bojan? You’re adorable.” Leo grinned, genuinely.

“Yeah, but apparently he slept with another guy during the call up. After he left my room.” Bojan looked back at his hands.

That was something he couldn’t just get over. Why had Iker slept with someone? Who had he slept with? The questions plagued him and he desperately wanted to know. He had asked Gerard again, but hadn’t been told anything, even after he had pouted. Surely Iker wasn’t the type to just fuck and run, was he?

“You slept with the guy already?” Leo asked in surprise.

Bojan quickly shook his head. “No, I mean we were talking for a while. Gerard said that shortly after he left, that he came back downstairs and he’d had sex or something.” He shrugged.

Leo relaxed back into the sofa. “Well, Gerard would know. He’s the master of quickies in the corridors.”

Bojan shook his head and held up a hand. “I don’t want to know, thanks.”

Leo smiled but stayed silent on the matter. “Well, if you want any more advice, just ask. I’m always willing to listen to your problems, no matter what they are.”

Bojan smiled back at Leo and felt his anxiety start to slide away. That was a great trait of Leo’s.

“How about a round of FIFA? You’re due for a good beating,” Leo asked and then grinned.

The competitive streak a mile wide inside him roared to life. Bojan grinned back.

“You’re on!”

Like a great caged panther, Villa paced the length of his living room.

Bojan was just toying with Iker’s ability to be swooned by a cute face and tight ass; anyone could see that. The boy was too young and stupid to care about Iker. Why couldn’t Iker see past the innocent looking face to see the truth?

He had to make Iker see that. Somehow.

He had been too greedy in Germany. He should have gone to fuck Pepe instead of giving in to his desires when he had seen Iker. But something inside him couldn’t have been tamed and he had had to have Iker then and there. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, per se, but he still chastised his impatience.

From now on he would have to be perfect in his planning. Things were too easily malleable. The curse of feelings could get in the way and complicate things. That is what had happened with Silva after all.

For a moment he paused his pacing. Silva. David took a breath as the feeling of loneliness and loss hit him. He was only weak for a moment before the molten dent regained its hardened composure. He would not be so foolish again. He wouldn’t love so blindly.

He would make Iker realize that Bojan was only out for the sex. He just had to find the soft spot in the little boy’s armor.