Tell Me Your Secrets -- RG/MO
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tr_ficTitle: Tell Me Your Secrets
Characters: Ryan Giggs/Michael Owen implied
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Michael does a little locker room watching.
Words: 892
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sophie_cymru because she’s adorable and likes this pairing it seems ;-) I also want her to smile cause she deserves to :-]
Ryan Giggs. The name alone was as legend as the skills that were left on the pitch. The name was spoken with a tone of reverence and awe, as if the man were a God that had descended from the heavens to make the mortals envious for a few moments. The name could do no wrong and could inspire or strike fear in the hearts of men.
However, the man whose body belonged to the name was humble and quiet. The man shied away from the recognition and glory that he had earned. He was more content to let the others take the spotlight for achievement. He wasn’t ungrateful; he just didn’t think it so special that he alone should take the credit for a team effort.
It wasn’t that he was painfully shy, Michael mused one day after training. It was that he was extraordinarily modest.
In the dressing rooms, the others laughed at jokes and a few contemplated their next prank. But Ryan? Ryan smiled half-heartedly at the occasional teasing he received for his age, but didn’t provide a retort. He smiled along, playing their game, but he seemed as if he had a secret. Michael watched him eagerly as if he were hoping to pick up on the secret or discover the key to Ryan’s humility. Yet no hint or fault was revealed.
Ryan caught his eye and watched him for a moment, as if trying to figure out what he had done to merit Michael’s unwavering gaze. Michael watched Ryan react by seeing nothing worth the attention and he broke the stare to check the things already packed in his bag. Michael watched for several more minutes until Ryan stood up and said his goodbyes to the others.
Standing quickly, Michael followed after him and caught up to him before he reached the door to the carpark.
“What do you want Michael?” Ryan asked warily.
Michael continued to study him carefully. “I want to know your secret. Why are you always so quiet? Why do you think you don’t deserve the attention? You earned it!”
Ryan shook his head before Michael had even stopped speaking. “I haven’t done anything special. I haven’t—”
Michael shook his head and shifted closer to the Welshman, causing him to take a step back towards the wall. “You are you Ryan. Modesty is one thing, but saying you don’t deserve some attention for your talent isn’t true. Who put the goal in past Arsenal? Who put all those other goals past the keeper? You did. No one else but you.”
Ryan opened his mouth to protest, but Michael interrupted him. “Who gives time and money to charity? Who worries more over their family and their friends then themselves? Who doesn’t really mind what he looks like, but is always quick to compliment others? Who hates to see their name in the papers?”
Ryan shrugged and looked down, embarrassed. “Lot’s of people do those things.”
Mikey shook his head and shifted closer. “But lot’s of people aren’t you. And there’s something else that only you do.”
Ryan kept looking down, but his curiosity got the better of him. “Really? And what is that?”
Michael shifted closer, right into Ryan’s personal space, and lowered his voice to prevent anyone from overhearing. “Who’s the only one that gets me hard at night? Who’s the one I think about when I am left to my own devices?”
Ryan looked up, a lightly blush in his cheeks, and studied Michael with dark eyes. He swallowed hard and didn’t move backwards when Michael took another step forward.
“Me?” Ryan asked after another deep swallow.
Michael nodded and shifted closer and licked his lips slowly. “Yes Ryan. You are the one that gets me hot and bothered. You are the one I wish more than anything liked me half the way I liked you. You are the one I want. You. No one else but you.”
Michael watched Ryan’s expression for a moment before he pulled back out of Ryan’s space and turned to leave the building. He knew he was taking a risk by walking away now, but he knew that to get the big prize, you had to gamble.
He had put his cards on the table. As he drove away from the training grounds, he wondered if he had just gone bust.
Several days later, Mikey was contemplating what he wanted for dinner that night. He was lacing up his shoes when a shadow fell over him. He braced himself for another jest at his past expense but was surprised when the shadow shifted to sit next to him.
He looked over and saw Ryan staring ahead at the boys joking around in the rest of the locker room. Mikey watched them for a few minutes before he finished finishing up with his shoes.
“So, you fancy me then?”
Mikey let out his breath, surprised with the ease that Ryan mentioned their last conversation.
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
Ryan nodded once and didn’t look away from their teammates. A few minutes later he spoke. “I hope you like quiet nights in and steak dinners.”
With a slow, lazy grin, Mikey nodded. “I could get used to it.”
Ryan’s eyes shifted on to him and a faint smirk rose on his lips. “I think you could too.”
Characters: Ryan Giggs/Michael Owen implied
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Michael does a little locker room watching.
Words: 892
A/N: For
sophie_cymru because she’s adorable and likes this pairing it seems ;-) I also want her to smile cause she deserves to :-]Ryan Giggs. The name alone was as legend as the skills that were left on the pitch. The name was spoken with a tone of reverence and awe, as if the man were a God that had descended from the heavens to make the mortals envious for a few moments. The name could do no wrong and could inspire or strike fear in the hearts of men.
However, the man whose body belonged to the name was humble and quiet. The man shied away from the recognition and glory that he had earned. He was more content to let the others take the spotlight for achievement. He wasn’t ungrateful; he just didn’t think it so special that he alone should take the credit for a team effort.
It wasn’t that he was painfully shy, Michael mused one day after training. It was that he was extraordinarily modest.
In the dressing rooms, the others laughed at jokes and a few contemplated their next prank. But Ryan? Ryan smiled half-heartedly at the occasional teasing he received for his age, but didn’t provide a retort. He smiled along, playing their game, but he seemed as if he had a secret. Michael watched him eagerly as if he were hoping to pick up on the secret or discover the key to Ryan’s humility. Yet no hint or fault was revealed.
Ryan caught his eye and watched him for a moment, as if trying to figure out what he had done to merit Michael’s unwavering gaze. Michael watched Ryan react by seeing nothing worth the attention and he broke the stare to check the things already packed in his bag. Michael watched for several more minutes until Ryan stood up and said his goodbyes to the others.
Standing quickly, Michael followed after him and caught up to him before he reached the door to the carpark.
“What do you want Michael?” Ryan asked warily.
Michael continued to study him carefully. “I want to know your secret. Why are you always so quiet? Why do you think you don’t deserve the attention? You earned it!”
Ryan shook his head before Michael had even stopped speaking. “I haven’t done anything special. I haven’t—”
Michael shook his head and shifted closer to the Welshman, causing him to take a step back towards the wall. “You are you Ryan. Modesty is one thing, but saying you don’t deserve some attention for your talent isn’t true. Who put the goal in past Arsenal? Who put all those other goals past the keeper? You did. No one else but you.”
Ryan opened his mouth to protest, but Michael interrupted him. “Who gives time and money to charity? Who worries more over their family and their friends then themselves? Who doesn’t really mind what he looks like, but is always quick to compliment others? Who hates to see their name in the papers?”
Ryan shrugged and looked down, embarrassed. “Lot’s of people do those things.”
Mikey shook his head and shifted closer. “But lot’s of people aren’t you. And there’s something else that only you do.”
Ryan kept looking down, but his curiosity got the better of him. “Really? And what is that?”
Michael shifted closer, right into Ryan’s personal space, and lowered his voice to prevent anyone from overhearing. “Who’s the only one that gets me hard at night? Who’s the one I think about when I am left to my own devices?”
Ryan looked up, a lightly blush in his cheeks, and studied Michael with dark eyes. He swallowed hard and didn’t move backwards when Michael took another step forward.
“Me?” Ryan asked after another deep swallow.
Michael nodded and shifted closer and licked his lips slowly. “Yes Ryan. You are the one that gets me hot and bothered. You are the one I wish more than anything liked me half the way I liked you. You are the one I want. You. No one else but you.”
Michael watched Ryan’s expression for a moment before he pulled back out of Ryan’s space and turned to leave the building. He knew he was taking a risk by walking away now, but he knew that to get the big prize, you had to gamble.
He had put his cards on the table. As he drove away from the training grounds, he wondered if he had just gone bust.
Several days later, Mikey was contemplating what he wanted for dinner that night. He was lacing up his shoes when a shadow fell over him. He braced himself for another jest at his past expense but was surprised when the shadow shifted to sit next to him.
He looked over and saw Ryan staring ahead at the boys joking around in the rest of the locker room. Mikey watched them for a few minutes before he finished finishing up with his shoes.
“So, you fancy me then?”
Mikey let out his breath, surprised with the ease that Ryan mentioned their last conversation.
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
Ryan nodded once and didn’t look away from their teammates. A few minutes later he spoke. “I hope you like quiet nights in and steak dinners.”
With a slow, lazy grin, Mikey nodded. “I could get used to it.”
Ryan’s eyes shifted on to him and a faint smirk rose on his lips. “I think you could too.”
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