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FIC: WHEN YOU SMILE AT ME (YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DO Exactly) New layout

Title: When you smile at me (you know Exactly what you do)
Author: Bibby (babydoe111)
Beta: None ç_ç
Fandom RPF & ndash ; FC Barcelona / Arsenal FC
Characters / Pairing: Gerard Piqué / Cesc Fabregas ♥ ♥ ♥ appointed Pep Guardiola and Carles Puyol Bojan Krkic.
Rating: R.
Warning: Slash, fluff fluff taaaanto, phone! Sex (but if that's a lemon I'm worthy of the name Marilyn Monroe)
Wordcount: 2501
Disclaimer: All nonsense that no one pays me to write!
Notes: this stuff here is rather disgusting, is inconclusive, and Gerard's POV is so unlikely that you will get the laughs reading. But it is also the first thing that I can complete after months of blockade, then it's okay. Should be set a few days before Valentine's Day, immediately after the game's Roja (where there was Cesc *)... * cries and nothing comes close Wednesday: S
Ah, another thing: I do not know Who really has kept me dal far rispondere Geri al telefono con un “Moc moc!”; magari in quel caso sarebbe stato tutto più credibile XD

 

 

When you smile at me (you know exactly what you do)

 

 

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,

And you light me up, when you ring my bell.

You're a mystery, you're from outer space,

You're every minute of my every day.

Michael Bublè - Everything

mornings Gerard happens that wakes up with the thought of Cesc in my head. What happens, suddenly resumed her weary body consciousness to exist, and the image of his best friend - her sweet smile, her eyes dark and serious - looks under her eyes still closed. When this happens, Gerard know that his thoughts do not leave him all day, like one of those stupid songs you hear by chance and then you can not help but hum along at any time, in spite of yourself. In

those days, Gerard always feels a bit 'in the clouds: not smile much, too often remain silent and his eyes twinkle of the light-heartedness that they always carry him like a dress. Puyi, that despite all the jokes and laughter as he understood, if it includes just one of those times and says it seems to have lost your head on the pillow.

The problem is that every small gesture - on the field every race, every laugh, every flip dispensed around - is overshadowed by the ghost of his best friend and, as when Cesc is really there with him, Gerard does not need other people around. Her lips, which are normally readily bend in huge smiles, they are only made to call his name, or plan to kiss him, and his feet, oddly lazy, just want to play ball with him (as when they were children and trained up to have the mud to the knees and they were happy and carefree), his big hands, rather than pull some knitted or shoving some 'for fun, tremble with the desire to rally around the curves of her body.

Everyone seems to notice his odd, even Pep it takes a lot, but good-naturedly, and with his gentle gaze seems to say understand you, too, there are past - knows that the coach must have had his troubles, but at least he did not close and Bojan has to deal with that damn sense of absence.

Gerard sighed, rubbing his hair with a white towel soaked with shower: today is just one of those days there.

"Geri? Me and the boys want to go a bit 'around tonight, you're one of us? "The cheerful voice of Carles, overlooking those of the other students remained in the locker room, and called him back to reality for a moment, the prospect of drowning his melancholy in a few cocktails by the strange name seems attractive.

But then he remembered the New Year in the disc, when it is locked in the bathroom with Cesc and almost nothing on having swallowed a half dozen of Cuba libre, and tight stomach, thinking that the next time you will meet again in a few days in London, from foes , comes pain.

"Nah ... to pitch tonight. "She says, raising his eyebrows and just trying a smile of apology, which comes out more like a grimace uncertain.

***

came home an hour or more Later, the door of the training bag on his shoulder, a pack of six beers in hand, and still leading the melancholy. What then, really sad you can not call: it is a foolish itching in the fingers, a strong should know that it could not meet. And Geri is used to getting what he wants, always (whether to be back playing at Barçao of stealing her first kiss, in his sleep, his best friend), so frustrated and dissatisfied, every damn time, like a child who has not received the Christmas gift he expected.

Cesc could call and hide I miss you a behind the beats of all time, but the Arsenal captain is sure to be busy - Wednesday is approaching - and knows that Geri would steal the only precious time in his life (which belongs to Carla and the Gunners, and not to him, even when they are together they always flatter to the contrary). The need to hear is great, but would call him by so much sweethearts and Gerard - though he would die before admitting - having a fucking afraid to cross the border. The boundary of their friendship that can not afford to cross, not so. Not with the miles of distance and their twenty-four years and the mess in the head and a world that is not yet ready for them, not really. So Gerard

swallows load - not it is a lump in my throat, let alone - and pulling them into the pocket that the handheld was shaking in his hand. Then, still bundled up in winter jackets, is quick to put the beers in the fridge, hoping to cool as soon as possible: a pair of San Miguel and iced a game to play solo seem the best way to send away the Scazzi .

Three games in PES 2011 and 11 goals from Cesc - transfer to the boat was virtually the first thing he did when he started playing - later, Gerard suddenly felt a vibration nuisance: the joystick now peeps, already preparing to swear to a failure of the console, but then he realizes that comes from his pants. He pulls out the phone and when he sees the name that looms on the screen almost struggling to believe it.

has received over the years, billions of tests of their friendship, yet can not comprehend how Cesc is able to read his mind, even thousands of miles away. It 's all so ... perfect. Sure, it's just a phone call like any other, as all those who share a life almost every week, but it is impossible not to feel stupidly happy. However, Gerard is not given time to think over and opens the call immediately, smiling a lot.

"Hey," the voice comes out hoarse, jarring, perhaps because of the smile which still has facial paralysis on his face.

"Hey Cesc feels and her answer, voice, sounds relaxed and clear, despite the poor quality of international call." All right? "

" Yes, "closes her eyes, abandoning himself against the back of the sofa soft 'all right. Why did you call? "

'I wanted to hear. "Cesc tone is sweet and mild; tells hug and fragrant grass in the field, with kisses on the neck concealed from the world, or maybe just at home. "What were you doing?"

"NHH ... Playstation. Know that you did to me with yet another Manita Casillas' giggles and feels his best friend do the same, from miles away.

"But playing for Arsenal? "It feels to ask naively, and a bit 'would expect it from him, such a request.

"I've moved to Barça, Cesc. "Confessed and suddenly afraid to be heavy and repetitive, as when the final night of the shoved the shirt of their team - their team - and was afraid of it combined too large ( but then everyone was elated to win and his insistence he had not seemed so how pathetic and childish at this time).

"Ah. 'Says the other, and he imagines his jaw tighten and fix his gaze deep into space.

'-I' attempts to respond, to explain , but Cesc is faster.

"I miss you, Geri. "And Gerard

feels to die, because Cesc is more courageous than him - it is always been - and does not need to hide behind talk of idiotic questions or courtesy ( tell you a idiot Are you beautiful instead or How's your tummy? instead of a 'm worried about you), does not need to track every time the damned borders.

"You too." She says finally, with a sigh imperceptibly, and perhaps would prefer to stay a little longer 'schmaltz to sigh like a girl in love, but then he would not be what the fuck the world would think if he could see it? Stay a few seconds in silence, to search for words more suited to detect and Cesc is now just one of those days there , then tacitly demand since Gerard Piqué need to search for words and decides to say the first thing that comes to mind, then that is the easiest and most obvious, throughout their relationship.

"I have an urge to fuck you have no idea,"

"Uh" the captain of Arsenal and Gerard chuckles just feels very well a tiny bit of disappointment (perhaps hoping to hear those two words that they whispered so few times, drunk, in a bed sex dirty?) even when its tone becomes mischievous. "You want, say ... "

The blond moans as assent, although its head is a bit 'away, and completely relaxes on the couch, leaving the floor still holding the joystick on his legs. Even if you can not even realize it seriously, in the midst of the confusion of feelings that Cesc carries like a comet with its wake, there is a microscopic part of him that he is pleased to have this matter addressed to the speech .

The problem is that the area is a minefield of emotions and Gerard, exploration, whenever you feel like a fucking scared rabbit. Is not able to say I love you , sometimes he is even a difficult I love you. Is not able to say that Cesc is the most important person in his fucking life, if he wants the boat is not for selfish or stupid to get photos with him and Carles, but because it belongs Cesc in this city (to him) and staying away can never be totally happy.

But it is able to do so exhausted with kisses and all that arching with pleasure, because these things have grown hand in hand with their relationship and what is bad after all? E 'capable of making love in a thousand different ways and call it just sex, even though they both know that is very much more. E 'able to whisper obscenities through the receiver and bury thousands of words of love in every sigh obscene.

because he is easy to sum up the conversation towards sex, because sex with - rather than by love - is at home.

'Cesc' calls, the voice a little 'hoarse while slowly forgetting all its thoughts, "you're home alone? "

" Yes, I'm home alone ... I'm wearing only white boxer shorts, those participating members ... "to continue the dark feel" that you can see immediately when I become hard "

" Those members' repeated, kidnapped, and biting his lip, his hand slides over the rubber band as a reflection of his pants. "Those ... those who bathe at once, just ... "His voice is lost in a moan in ecstasy.

"Yes, I am removing them. They're all dirty, "whispered the dark, a clatter of cloth invades the phone and then gives way to the heavy breathing of both "I am now naked on the bed, with-God, with her legs spread"

"Touched, Cesc, I want you to hit me" ;

"Geri ... "Cesc calls, without another word, and he thinks it may be just hearing that voice repeating her name, softly, to infinity - GeriGeriGeriGerard ." Gerard! I'm touching ... are-uh "

" It's my hands, yes, "continues the blond in his place, and a bit 'he is to laugh (to the absurd situation, especially for happiness) and in a bit' is just. "I have my hands on you ... you remember them, as they are? "

" Great ... 'Groping the dark, and his words get to their destination in the form of a scarcely audible groan.

"Great, bravo. And when I touch you there , remember? Do you like when you went in "another groan, the pants have slipped to his knees along with the boxer and his right hand moving on his erection furious" with c- fingers ... in-'

' S-are inside, "moans Cesc and he imagines it as adorably flares' my fingers ... oh, Geri "

And while Cesc continues to groan in a way that is obscene, Gerard squeezes his eyes and in front of his closed eyelids is his best friend and the sex and the hugs and kisses them alone, as if was there for real. Cesc pressed against a wall in the locker room deserts, Cesc in the shower with his stupid smile, Cesc very serious and clinging to him in the midfield, the one time he almost kissed in front of the whole world .

'Cesc' calls and let out a moan, while the fingers continue to move fast around its member 'Cesc ... " I would be there with you, I love you to death," Cesc. "And finally

Gerard is in his own hand, with a deep and unsatisfied to - because it is not even really like being together - and his ears are filled with loud groans and disconnected from Cesc, who it just follows a few moments later. And it's all so intense that not even realize you have inspired to bottom, at that time, sure that would come to their nostrils, even his smell.

For a while, both remain silent. Their irregular breathing alone is enough to say all that their voices have not had the courage. Geri blush and feel very stupid, it is enough, Jesus, was enough to be Cesc murmured a few words with his voice indecent for him to come in five minutes, like a twelve year old. Christ.

"G-Gerard?" Is the captain of Arsenal to break the silence first, his voice trembling, and the blond if they imagine as best as he cleans the belly with the sheets. "Geri, Gerard. "Sigh. "Are you there? "

" Hey. "

" Hey. "Cesc repeats, and his voice now sounds so happy and beautiful for a moment think Gerard could forget about everything and tell him what he feels for real.

Tell him he's missing, who has the thought that Wednesday will play against each other's heart is already frozen, that if every time you hide behind jokes and nonsense, it is only because a fucking afraid to come to terms with their feelings. That wherever he is, in any team games, can not help but love him with every cell in your body. That those two words to tell her dreams really, sooner or later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in twenty years. Instead

says nothing, and just chuckles. On the other side of the receiver (the world of field) Cesc laughs with him.

Then, suddenly, Gerard returned quietly and smiles a smile so big it crosses the ocean - it is safe - even in a flash reaches the lips of his best friend.


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