Where the wind whispers

Title: Don’t Let Me Go 2/3
Pairing: Iker Casillas/David Beckham, David Villa/David Silva implied; Raul Gonzalez/Guti mentioned along with several Madrid & Valencia players
Rating: PG-13 {Language!!!}
Prompt: 034. Not Enough
Words: 1342
A/N: My Iker table which is sort of almost done (around 30 left). This series is based off of the song, Never Say Never by The Fray.

One



You can never say never
When we don't know why
Time and time again
Younger now then we were before

Iker sat in a booth in the corner of the bar where the teams were having their party. If he wanted, he could look and see David talking to a lovely press woman at the entrance to the bar. He had been speaking with the blonde ever since they’d arrived, half an hour ago.

Raul and Guti and the rest of the team were mixing with the Valencia players and their own squad. It seemed that everyone was having a good time, even most of the Valencia players. Everyone but Iker.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t trying to be a sourpuss. He just wished he could stop fighting with David all the time. Their arguments usually were centered around Victoria and his family. Iker didn’t want to break them up, but he wished that David wouldn’t lie all the damn time either.

Iker once asked Guti how he dealt with Raul and his own marriage. Guti had laughed a sort of bittersweet laugh and patted Iker’s head. When Iker had scowled, Guti sighed. He said that you never really got used to the feeling of loneliness that came with being ‘the other person’. Iker didn’t have to ask after that. He was right. It twisted his heart knowing that while David may give himself to Iker some of the time, he really didn’t belong to him.

David belonged to Victoria. He always would. Iker knew that going into the affair, but he still couldn’t stop himself from wanting and needing the British man.


David took the shot of tequila quickly and ignored the burn that followed. If Silva would ignore him for Alexis, than damnit Villa could ignore him as well. He grabbed another shot off the tray that the waiters were carrying around and walked, swaying slightly on his feet, to the darkest corner he could find.

He saw a both and started for it, only to realize that there was a body in it already. He was about to growl his frustrations when he recognized who it was. He also recognized the man’s sorrowful expression because it mirrored his own.

Iker blinked up when he felt someone staring at him and recognized the young Valencia striker. Giving him a level look, Iker looked at him wondering what the heck he wanted. He was going to say something smart and witty but nothing came to mind. Villa was watching him almost as intently as Iker was watching him. Finally Iker spoke. “Well sit then.”

He was almost expecting Villa to refuse and definitely expected him to say something snarky. What he got, however, was silent acceptance. He tried to hide his surprise and succeeded quite well if Villa’s lack of a response other than sitting down in the booth next to him was any indication. They sat in silence and hardly looked at each other. Iker was somewhat grateful for the presence, it was warm and comforting despite the lack of conversation.

A waiter came by a few minutes into their silent companionship. Iker ordered another beer while Villa requested more tequila.

“You should go easy on that.” Iker reprimanded quietly as the waiter left.

Villa gave a humorless laugh and leaned back in the booth. “Trust me San Iker, I don’t want to remember this night. Ever.”

Iker took a sip of his fresh beer that the waiter had delivered before speaking. “Why?”

Villa gave him a glare and a look of sadness while he took another shot of tequila—his fourth. “Silva.”

Iker knew of the relationship between Villa and Silva mostly from La Seleccion and the gossip that was always shared. He nodded in understanding. “Yeah, me and Beckham too.”

Villa perked up at that. “Broke up?”

Iker took a heavy sigh and looked to where David was laughing with the blonde now. Microphones and cameras forgotten, just a man and a woman together. “Not officially.”

Villa looked over to the David in question and back at the sad, heartbreaking look on Iker’s face. He saw the great loneliness in his eyes. He stood up and when Iker looked over at him, he stuck a hand out to balance himself on the table. Then he looked at Iker.

“Lets…” he had to swallow a burp that threatened to come up. “Get out of here.”

Iker was going to complain that he was somewhat comfortable and there was free alcohol but then he spared another look at David and the blonde. She was touching his arm and laughing at something he said. Iker stood up.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

As David and Iker walked past Beckham, Iker didn’t even look at the midfielder. Villa gave the man a glare but said nothing. The Brit didn’t even let up his conversation with the woman.


Villa looked at some of the pictures on Iker’s mantel and he smiled at some of them. A shy boy standing with his mother; a boy with keeper’s gloves on in the park. Iker was looking for some wine that he just knew he had in the kitchen.

Villa looked around the warm, yet manly styled living space and got a feeling that the rest of the house would feel this tranquil. Iker’s presence permeated the room and his smell was everywhere and in everything. How Beckham ever wanted to leave this, Villa had no idea.

“I’m afraid it’s not tequila, but it still tastes good just the same.” Iker handed the striker a glass to which Villa mumbled a ‘gracias’. Iker nodded once and sat on his over-plush sofa, relaxing at once as his feet went up on the coffee table.

Villa met Iker’s eyes before the goalkeeper’s lowered to study him.

“I like your house.” Villa said before taking a sip of the wine.

Iker blushed a little and looked away. “Thanks.”

“You don’t?” Villa asked sitting, body facing Iker.

“Beckham doesn’t.” Iker muttered quietly, almost angrily.

“Well fuck what he thinks. You live here, he doesn’t.” Villa said simply and leaned back onto the sofa, letting out a groan. “I love this couch.”

Iker smiled at that. “It’s comfortable, no?”

“Sí, very.” David smiled and took another sip of the Spanish wine.

The two sat in silence for a while before Iker drained his glass and sat it on the table. He leaned back and closed his eyes, sighing heavily. David looked the man over and swallowed. God, why hadn’t he ever noticed how hot Iker was before?

“Iker?” Villa spoke before he realized his mouth had opened.

“Hmm?” Iker asked, eyes still closed.

“Don’t move okay, but…” David moved closer until he was in Iker’s bubble. He set his unfinished wine on the table before he put one hand hesitantly on Iker’s shoulder. When Iker merely opened his eyes to see what Villa was doing, Villa didn’t see any scorn or anything bad in there. Just curiosity and…desire?

David moved closer slightly, eyes locked on Iker’s. The distance between them closed quickly until their lips were just centimeters apart. Villa was looking for the nerve when Iker leaned up a little to press his lips against the Asturian’s. Iker’s arm wrapped around David’s back and pulled the younger man into him.

David found himself pressing into Iker’s body. By the time they parted, he was in Iker’s lap. Two sets of dark brown eyes were focused entirely on each other and neither ignored the increased breathing between them.

David didn’t know what to say or if he should say anything. Should he apologize? But for what? He wasn’t sorry, he had enjoyed it. From the way Iker reacted, he had as well.

Iker reached a hand up to let the tips of his fingers run across Villa’s face. Iker’s eyes fell to David’s lips before he met his eyes again. “Upstairs?”

David thought about it for half a second. “Sí.”

Iker nodded once and then proceeded to let Villa get off of him long enough for him to stand up. Iker reached a hand to the Asturian and led him to his bedroom.