Where the wind whispers

Title: The Captain & The Kid, Part Eleven
Characters: Iker Casillas/Bojan Krkic, Gerard Pique/Carles Puyol, Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres implied ; David Villa, Lionel Messi, Pep Guardiola mentioned
Rating: PG-13
Words: this part: 1,502 ; total: 15,483
A/N: OMG I KNOW. It’s back. It, as well as the Phantom of the Opera thing, will be updated—and hopefully finished!—soon! I hope you haven’t forgotten this but in case you have, all the other parts are linked below. Special dedication to izuzumi and spartan_muse who both encouraged, and reminded, me of this update. :) Sorry for the long delay. Thank you all for your patience <3
Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

The phone was a heavy, warm weight in Bojan’s left hand as he sat on his sofa. His ankle rested elevated on three of the couch’s throw pillows with a bag of ice melting on it. Occasionally, a very frigid drop of water would slide from the condensation on the bag and hit his skin and slide down; it was very cold and made Bojan jump in surprise almost every time. No matter how many times he received a sudden chill, Bojan’s eyes never left the screen of his phone.

It had yet to light up to signal a new message or an incoming phone call. However, he had made it light up several times. In the beginning, he had checked to see the time; at first only seconds had passed, then a few minutes. Occasionally he would let it get to five minutes before he checked again. Then, Bojan had checked to be absolutely one-hundred percent positive he hadn’t somehow missed an incoming text or call when he had blinked or looked away for just a moment. Somehow his mind was overly irrational; despite the fact his phone was set to ring and vibrate, he was positive that he was just going to miss the call or message.

Two hours earlier, Bojan had finally managed to find the courage found somewhere deep within himself to send Iker a message. He had thought for nearly twenty minutes on the exact phrasing he wanted to use. And, before his anxiety overtook him to change it, he sent a message reading only a simple ‘hey’ to his captain. And then he had begun to wait.

Bojan had been rationalizing, fretting over, and almost had a panic attack because of that word ever since he had sent it.

He worried that ‘hey’ came across as too friendly—perhaps Iker would think he only wanted to be friends?—or maybe it came across as too uninterested—would Iker think he was bored and only texted him for entertainment? Bojan worried then about the possibilities of having included a face instead of only the word. If he had used a smiley face, would that have seemed too boyish and innocent? If he had winked, would that have seemed like he was trying to flirt? Should he even have included a wink-face at all?

Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Bojan almost did miss the ringing and vibrating suddenly in his lap. Hearing a very familiar song start playing, Bojan’s anxious nerves quieted, but only slightly.

“Geri, what do you want?!” Bojan accidentally snapped. He could practically see Gerard raising his eyebrow as a result.

“Can we adjust the attitude? Don’t make me feed you to one of these models…”

“What models?”

“I’m doing a photo shoot,” Gerard said like it was the most obvious thing in the world; Bojan rolled his eyes. “What’s with attitude anyway? Did Pep forget to tell you how special you are again?”

Bojan rolled his eyes again. “He doesn’t do that anyway.”

“He could if you asked him really nicely…” Gerard interrupted.

“Oh shut up Geri—wait, what?—Never mind. What do you want?” Bojan ignored the quip about Pep, even though his curiosity had been nudged, and heard loud music start on Gerard’s end of the line.

“Ask my lover about it sometime, if you want to know later.” He could hear the grin in Gerard’s voice. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to hobble over to ours later for video games with us and Leo.”

“Can’t, busy, sorry.” Bojan muttered quickly, looking at the time on his phone. He had to wrap this up soon. Iker would text or call soon, he just had to, right?

“Have plans already?” Gerard asked; Bojan could tell he didn’t quite believe him.

“Yes.” Bojan said, telling only a half-lie.

“Sure you do,” Gerard made a disbelieving sound. “Well, if those plans fall through, you are more than welcome over at our place. Leo would like to see you, and you’d give Carles an excuse to fawn over something that isn’t a sheep or me. On second thought, don’t come over. I like being the center of attention.”

“I would never have guessed…” Bojan replied dryly.

“Well, I have to go. More girls want to check out my body. Have fun with your hand, I mean plans, Bo.” Gerard hung up before Bojan could reply properly. Bojan was sure he’d heard him laughing right before the call had disconnected.

Bojan sighed and tossed the phone on the sofa cushion and fell back against the sofa to stare at the ceiling.

He knew Gerard meant well, but sometimes he could be too obnoxious. That was part of his charm though, the kind part of Bojan’s mind reminded him why he liked Gerard in the first place. Part of his charm, maybe, but sometimes it could be too much. For a moment, Bojan wondered how Carles could handle that much energy, that much Pique all the time. It must be exhausting. Bojan made a mental note to give Carles a very big hug the next time he saw him.

Bojan lost himself in thought, thinking about how Carles must tolerate such behavior constantly. He became so caught up in his thoughts, again, that he missed the vibrating and beeping coming from his phone.

When he realized, he jumped up, hurting his ankle from the startled movement he made, and groaned while fumbling for the phone he had tossed earlier. Bojan shifted the bag of ice back to his ankle and looked at his phone quickly. It was from Iker; after long, long last, it was Iker. And it was only a text message.

Bojan swallowed hard and opened the new message. In all those minutes of waiting, after the fruits of his nervous labor, Bojan had gotten an answer to his ‘hey’. That answer was ‘Hey :-)’.

He took a calming breath and tried to think up a cool response. Failing at any sort of conversational tactic, Bojan simply asked ‘what’s up?’ and waited once again. This time, the reply came much faster; there was only a moment’s delay.


“Just finished training… Who are you texting, Iker? Your non-existent boyfriend?”

Iker rolled his eyes and ignored Sergio’s teasing and waited for Bojan’s reply. He still wore the towel he used to dry his hair around his shoulders and the other one around his waist. Training had lasted longer today, but he hadn’t minded. The workout and joking with the team had been a pleasant relief of the boredom of being alone at home.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Sese.” Iker replied when Sergio still hung around by his shoulder.

“Then who are you texting?”

“My mother.” Iker replied, and shook his head as he stood to change into regular clothes. For some reason, he didn’t want to tell Sergio that he was texting Bojan. Logic and reason took over and said that if Sergio knew it was Bojan, then the rumor that the Captain was interested in the new kid would be all over the Spanish national team dressing room, those in Spain and those abroad would all know before dinner time. Iker told himself he was protecting the boy this way.

“Your mother doesn’t take an interest in your training habits.” Sergio said and Iker momentarily cursed the fact Sergio knew him so well.

“I’m texting Fernando to tell him that we’re done now, so he will be naked and waiting on you by the time you get home.”

Sergio’s eyes sparkled before he hit Iker playfully on the arm. “Don’t tease me like that!”

“Don’t make it so easy for me,” Iker grinned and dropped the towel from his waist to change.

He felt Sergio’s eyes on his body, but he ignored them. There was nothing romantic between the two of them, only simple curiosity that occasionally rose to the surface. Iker’s attention was more drawn on a boy in Catalonia at the minute anyway. He didn’t notice the way Sergio’s eyes were lingering on him.

Iker finished changing and grabbed his phone. Perhaps he would call Bojan later, instead of only texting. They could chat on the phone; friends did that occasionally. It wouldn’t be anything strange or be seen as an advance of any kind. Iker took a calming breath and smiled at Sergio.

“See you later, Sese.” Iker smiled and Sergio did too. Iker walked out of the changing room with a smile on his face, a sight not often seen but a welcome one nevertheless.


Villa crossed the room to where he had left his phone on the kitchen counter. He set his bottle of water down as he read the new message from his Madrid counterpart. His eyes darkened slightly before he thanked him for the information.

So the two lovebirds were texting. Not if he had anything to say about it, Villa thought and turned away from the kitchen to walk back into his living room.