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Title: The beauty of the young

Summary: after being dragged to a club by his teammates, Diego finds a familiar stranger to distract him.
Pairing: Diego Forlán/Martín Cáceres
Warnings: Slash.
Wordcount: 2500
Rating: NC-15.
Disclaimers: this isn't true and I don't make any money with it.


A/N: for the wildly talented [livejournal.com profile] victor_reno, who gave me the prompt... hope you like it! ^__^




The beauty of the young


The beer tastes bitter on his tongue. The music is too loud. The smell of cigarette smoke is stifling.

Diego can’t remember why he ever thought this was a good idea.

It must have been the false promises at dinner, the low lights of the restaurant, and the laughter of Simao and Godín and Kun as they finished the second bottle of wine. It must have been the silent threat of the empty house that waited at the end of the evening: Zaira is visiting Wanda and Valentino in Buenos Aires and in her absence, Forlán feels that their place in Las Rozas is too big, too empty, too silent.

The complete opposite of the club where they are in now, in fact.

At least, he assumes that the others are still there, somewhere, between the throngs of people in the dark dance floor, because he’s quickly given up on the dancing, grabbed a beer and retreated to a secluded corner, to people-watch. He thinks he can make out Kun’s head (with that horrible new haircut of his) surrounded by three blondes, and maybe that is Simao’s salmon-coloured shirt next to the bar.

Diego lets his gaze slide over the crowd, with the comforting cold weight of the beer bottle in his hand, until something catches his eye. It’s a young man dancing near the edge of a crowd, with a high, looped ponytail that Diego feels is awfully familiar.

He laughs quietly at himself when he realises it reminds him of Martín. The young defender had been so proud when he had arrived to the Uruguay training ground to show his teammates how Mauro Camoranesi ("¡Camoranesi, ché, todo un campeón del mundo!") had taught him to put up his hair for matches: finally he had found the solution to stop the teasing about his long hair! His smile had been blinding when Diego, trying not laugh, had told him that the style was very… samurai-like.

Diego chastises himself for being in a club in Madrid, way past his usual bedtime, surrounded by noisy strangers, smiling like an old fool at the memories of his summer with a guy who’s probably enjoying life in Sevilla, looking at the future and not the past.

But his gaze falls on the guy with the ponytail again, and Diego can’t help but watch him as he sways to the music, his white shirt clinging tightly to his wide shoulders and a pair of fashionably shredded jeans hugging his narrow hips; when he raises his arms above his head, a narrow strip of exposed skin appears at the small of his back, and Forlán feels his mouth go dry.

Diego takes a sip of beer to give himself something to do. He shouldn’t be doing this, looking at that guy like that. He shouldn’t even be in that club at all. But he’s there, and the option of letting his eyes feast on the hypnotic movements of the stranger is, after all, better and more discreet than to imitate Kun’s shameless flirting or Simao’s residence at the bar. He isn’t harming anyone, after all; he’s merely giving himself something to dream about when he goes back to his home and his empty bed.

It isn’t as if he can pick a guy in a bar and take him home, not with the threat of scandal looming near. It isn’t as if the guy in the tight white shirt would go home with him even if Diego could ask; perhaps he doesn’t like footballers, perhaps he’s straight (although Diego doubts it, looking at the way he dances). It isn’t, most importantly, as if Diego could end up even liking the guy, if his ponytail and lean body are all he has that resembles Martín. Because Martín is so much more than that; he is a smile that breaks hearts, a contagious belly laugh, endearingly-styled hair, good football skills, great sense of humour... and Diego could go on and on and on.

When he looks back up from his beer, the guy is gone. Diego tries not to let it bother him, but it does, so after a minute, he puts away his bottle of beer and pushes off from the wall with every intention of leaving the club. He’s had enough of this. Kun isn’t drinking, he promised Benja that much before he left home, so he can drive the other two home.

Cachavacha!” he hears Godín say as he grabs Forlán’s shoulders and shakes him a little, for good measure. “Where are you going?”

“Home. I’m tired, Flaco,” answers Forlán, trying to smile. “Kun will drive you home, alright? You better make sure he ditches those blondes beforehand, though, we don’t want any rumours to reach Giannina…”

“Don’t leave yet!” says his namesake, loud and slurring the words only a little. “Look what I found!”

And there he is. High ponytail, tight white shirt, shredded jeans, and that smile that makes his heart beat in a way that’d worry the Atleti medical staff.

“Martín?!”

“Hi, Diego.” He looks a bit shy, a bit tipsy, wholly delectable.

“What are you doing here?” When he realises he sounds sterner than he should (older, too), he tries to soften his tone. “Shouldn’t you be in Sevilla?”

“We have the day off tomorrow, so I came here to shoot an ad, and then… well.”

He shrugs. Diego nods. The other Diego, the drunker one, is already drifting towards the bar.

“We also have the day off tomorrow, and these guys insisted on dragging me here… have you seen Kun? He’s somewhere around…”

“Why did they have to drag you here?” asks Martín, disregarding the mention of the Argentinean as unimportant. “Don’t you like it?”

“I’m too old for this,” laughs Diego, although he regrets his honest answer as soon as it leaves his mouth.

“No you’re not!” Martín protests immediately, with an earnestness that warms Diego’s heart. “If you’re bored, it’s because you’re not dancing!”

“I don’t really…” Diego starts to protest, but Martín has grabbed his arm and is dragging him towards the dance floor already.

With a pang of bitterness, Diego pictures the way things will go; Martín will find him a nice, busty partner, encourage him to dance with her, and then dive into the crowd for his own distraction, leaving Diego to feel like a fool. He regrets now, more than ever, agreeing to this outing.

“Come on!” he hears Martín say. “This song is great, isn’t it?”

Diego can’t distinguish this song from other hundred songs that he’s heard in this club before, but he tries to nod as he looks for escape routes.

And then they reach the dance floor and Martín pushes his way into the crowd, and they’re pressed against each other and Martín just gives him that sweet smile of his and starts to dance.

There. Right against Diego. Who can’t back away because there’s people all around him, and who can now feel pressed against him what he had only watched from afar before.

He remembers belatedly that he’s supposed to be dancing too, not just being danced on, so he tries to move, and he bumps against Martín at once because, really, there’s not enough space there for one person, let alone two. The defender just laughs and puts his hands on Diego’s hips (he feels those slim fingers burning through the denim, branding his skin) and steadies him enough that they can rock in unison, the heavy beat thrumming through them, the flashing lights a part of their dance.

It’s not dancing like Diego is used to, and it feels almost indecent, though everyone around them is engaging in the same sort of behaviour. Martín’s right leg is between Diego’s, and he has his head thrown back, neck all exposed with the pulse there beating wildly.

Diego has to bite his lip to resist the temptation to just lean in and… he shouldn’t even be thinking about it. Not here, not now, not with Martín so close to him, offering himself in all his innocence and yet, for the same reason, so untouchable.

“Better?” asks Martín, and Diego nods helplessly, his throat dry and his heart racing.

He barely had one glass of wine at dinner, and the beer he had been drinking was alcohol-free, but Diego finds his brain turning to mush as the crowd pushes them closer and closer, the rhythm makes them move faster and faster, until there is no space between them and his hand is resting (finally!) on the small of Martín’s back, touching that strip of exposed skin that’s been taunting him for what feels like an eternity.

Martín arches into the touch, his gesture making Diego’s hand slip further under his shirt, and his smile is all Diego can see for a moment. Is it too late to pretend nothing is happening, can he blame it on alcohol and loneliness should Martín decide he’s taken the joke too far, how is he going to be able to live with this memory when the harsh light of day dispels the illusion?

Then Martín leans in and Diego’s breath hitches not only at the closeness, but at the sudden reminder that the younger man is almost an inch taller than he is (he finds this so fucking sexy he could just die).

“Diego…” Martín says, his breath hot against Diego’s feverish skin.

The striker wants to play it cool, but then he realises that his hand is splayed on Martín’s back, under his shirt, and that they’re close enough that Martín can feel every inch of his excitement… and he can feel Martín’s against his hip.

“Yes?” he asks in return, his lips barely touching Martín’s ear.

“Do you still want to go home?”

It’s a loaded question, but Diego answers without hesitation.

“Are you coming with me?”

As a response, Martín laughs and hides his face in Diego’s neck.

“Let’s go before Flaco catches up with us…”

Diego drags Martín out of the club by the hand, not caring about who might see them or what conclusion they might draw apart from ‘two intoxicated footballers playing the fool’, and they half-stumble, half-run their way across the parking lot, laughing like children. There’s nothing childish, however, in the way Martín’s arm slides around Diego’s waist as he tries to find his car keys and how his fingers tangle in the belt loops of Diego’s jeans.

“Get in the car, Pelado,” Diego growls, holding onto the last of his common sense not to give a show to whoever might be watching.

The tension in the car thrums through the air until, in the first red light, Martín turns the radio on (how he manages to find a station with dance music immediately is beyond Diego) and then leans in and kisses Diego, full on the mouth, his long fingers framing the striker’s face and tangling on his hair.

It’s lucky that many early-morning training sessions and late-night matches have rendered Diego capable of driving to Las Rozas in his sleep, because he can’t concentrate in anything except the boy in the passenger seat, who fidgets adorably and looks at his driver between his long lashes whenever he can.

Diego leaves the car parked anyhow in front of his house, but hesitates a moment while locking it. He’s not entirely sure of what’s going to happen in his house now that the thrumming atmosphere of the club is being replaced by silence. He’s not even sure of what he wants to happen. Can he take this tonight and tomorrow carry on as if nothing had happened, through matches against Sevilla and international breaks?

“Diego?”

Martín is standing next to the car, biting his lower lip and looking, all of a sudden, a bit lost, as if he’s read Diego’s mind, and seen his doubts, and is now planning his escape in case things go wrong.

This isn’t just about him any longer, Diego realises, and he holds out his hand towards Martín before he’s made the conscious decision to go ahead and pay for the mistake (if that it’s what it is) later. Martín’s expression of relief, and the way he tries to hide it behind his hair before realising he has it tied back, dispel the last of Diego’s doubts, and he leads Martín towards the front door by the hand with a smile of his face.

When the door closes behind them, there’s no more time for doubts or rational thought, because Martín is on him at once, hungry and impatient and so damn young that it’s contagious, and they end up stumbling through the darkened house, bashing shins against furniture and stumbling on the steps until they reach the bedroom, already half-undressed.

Once they’ve fallen on the bed, Diego proceeds to kiss his way up Martín’s lean chest, whispering things into the skin of Martín’s neck that he’d be ashamed to say anywhere else. Then, he bites down on that lush skin to try to restore some equilibrium to his mind, pulls out the ponytail that led to all this and buries his hands in that hair, pulling at it just hard enough to make Martín whimper and trash beneath him…

It’s more than sex happening in the room that night, more than the meeting of two men who’ve wanted each other for far longer than they’ve realised, more than a way to fill Diego’s empty bedroom and calm Martín’s newfound Sevillian loneliness. It’s love, even if they won’t admit it to themselves as they start to fall asleep afterwards, not really snuggling though Martín has a delicious way of finding the best way to make Forlan’s body fit against his own and Diego had no option but to welcome it.

“You’re so comfortable…” murmurs Martín as he buries his nose in the curve of Diego’s neck.

“You think I’m comfortable?” he asks with a laugh. “I’ll remember that next time you’re complaining about the plane pillows…”

Martín lifts his head to peer closely at Diego, who feels horribly found-out. What did he say? Oh god, is Martín going to inform him that he will, under no circumstance, accept a joking mention of this ever again, and that he will not share a plane ride with Diego anymore?

But Martín instead smiles, all shiny teeth and dimples, and buries his head in Diego’s neck again.

“Good,” he says after a long yawn. “You smell better than plane pillows, too…”

“Well, you’re certainly heavier than plane blankets,” mock-complains Diego.

“But I’m warmer too…”

“True… and hairier,” says Diego, batting away the loose strands of Martín’s hair that are tickling his nose.

“Shut up…” Martín would have sounded indignant if it weren’t for the long yawn that swallows the last part of his complaint.

Diego obligingly falls silent, his fingers tracing patterns up and down Martín’s back as they fall asleep. For once, he’s not dreading the morning and the prospect of his alarm waking him up; he’s also looking forwards to the next international break, now that he has his own blanket for the long flight.


The End...

Hope you liked it, feedback is welcomed, adored, and fed expensive chocolate!

Date: 2010-10-05 12:50 pm (UTC)
zimena: Cross-country skier Johannes Høsflot Klæbo looking absolutely gorgeous (Diego & Kun beautiful sadness)
From: [personal profile] zimena
First: Wow!

I must admit, my heart always skips a beat when I find a new Forlán fic. And even though Martín isn't really my first choice for his partner, I truly enjoyed this fic. You have a lovely writing style - it flows very naturally and pulls the reader into the story very nicely.

Also, one thing I really love here is how you describe their touching - while they're dancing in the club and later. You do it in such a way that it becomes alive and real, and I almost envy you for being able to write it like that. It's so beautiful!

But, in fact the whole fic is beautiful. I'm going to memorify it right away.

Date: 2010-10-05 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
I usually don't ship either of these two, together or separate, but I certainly see Forlán's appeal... thanks for giving this fic (and pairing!) a chance, and I am very glad you liked it!

Your compliments on my writing style make my day, I'll have you know! ^__^

Thank you for your lovely comment, I'm honoured to have this go into your Memories!

:)

Date: 2010-10-05 01:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adorerdollylux.livejournal.com
ohmyGOD martín got written! this is so so so sexy and i love the way he's written and i adore diego so much. i love that it wasn't just sex and i love them dancing and god. everything about martín. every single thing. so fucking beautiful.

mmmmmm a good morning already! thank you for writing!

Date: 2010-10-05 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
I know, Martín fics are so rare! Can't understand why, the boy is sex-on-legs... I'm glad you liked it, and that it helped you get through the morning...

Thank you for the comment!

:)

Date: 2010-10-05 01:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ibuyu.livejournal.com
the rhythm makes them move faster and faster, until there is no space between them and his hand is resting (finally!) on the small of Martín’s back, touching that strip of exposed skin that’s been taunting him for what feels like an eternity.

I could read it again, again and again and would never have enough. This is so... perfect. Thank you.

Date: 2010-10-05 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
Thank *you*... you comment really brought a smile to my face!

:)

Date: 2010-10-05 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liberta.livejournal.com
Oh man, that was gorgeous, and hot, and just, in general, fantastic. I love how you captured the atmosphere so well, how you wrote them both, ha, I can't even explain this, but I really really loved this.

Date: 2010-10-05 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
Thank you very much, I'm glad that you think I managed to get across the atmosphere and characterisation I was looking for!

:)

Date: 2010-10-05 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bunny-blu.livejournal.com
That was AWESOME!!!!
Not only did I love the story, but your style of writing just pulls the reader in. How you're describing all these memories and emotions and senses, it's poetry!

And then of course, THE BLAZING HOT PAIRING OF DOOOOOM!!!
Martin and Diego is L.O.V.E!!!
Now I just wanna read everything Martin/Diego! XD

p.s. Diego finds someone being taller than himself sexy?! XD

Date: 2010-10-05 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm very glad you liked both the story and my writing style... and unf, these two are so hot together, right? I've only read them together in, I think, a couple of [livejournal.com profile] sophiamoon ficlets and, of course, The Fic That Opened My eyes, [livejournal.com profile] drbillbongo's incredible 'The Art of the Game' (http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/660569.html), but yeah, Blazing Hot Pairing of Doom is about right!

That bit about Diego finding someone taller than him sexy was... I was doing basic research for the fic when I realised that Martín was taller than Diego, and I thought, 'I wonder what a tall guy feels when about to kiss a guy that's even taller'... and my mind went immediately to 'SEXY!', so... XDDD

Thanks for the comment!

:)

PS: Icon not-quite-twins-but-still-close-enough-for-a-yay!

Date: 2010-10-06 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bunny-blu.livejournal.com
Wow! Thank you so much for that link. I can't wait to tuck into a another fic about The Blazing Hot Pairing of Doom! XD

And BIG YAY for matching icons! *huggles* ^^

Will you write more about these lovely two? Like a multi-chapter falling in love story? I love those, they're my favourite! And I get the feeling you would write it really well because in this fic you describe Diego's feelings almost terderly, like a fragile heart thats falling in love with a guy he knows he really shouldn't love. It would be the best. Please please say yes if you possibly can! *puppy dog eyes*

Date: 2010-10-07 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
I'd love to be able to write more about these two, but to be honest, I only wrote this fic as a request/fanart exchange and lately I've been hesitating on the edge of leaving the fandom, so I don't feel like I could engage in a longfic right now... even though those are my favourites too! And with NaNo just around the corner, and my two blogs demanding attention, and RL, and... *sigh* I'm honoured you ask me, but I really don't think I could do it, though I'd really love to.

Still, I'm glad you enjoyed this little one!

:)

Date: 2010-10-05 10:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bleeding-dry.livejournal.com
Oh wow Forlán/Cáceres!!! *ditches studying to read it*

This is very well-written and sexy and sweet and great! Thank you so much for posting it! You should write more of them (:

Loved this: Then Martín leans in and Diego’s breath hitches not only at the closeness, but at the sudden reminder that the younger man is almost an inch taller than he is (he finds this so fucking sexy he could just die).

And also all the mentions to Martín's lovely hair. I kept thinking that if it was written on Martín's POV, we'd have a lot of love for Diego's hair as well, cause this is one pairing with awesome hair, right? xD

Date: 2010-10-06 08:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
Mwahahahaha, I am a bad influence! XD

I'm glad you liked it! I am obsessed with Martín's hair (I think that was part of the reason I did the Forlán POV), but also I think that if I'd done it the other way round, there'd have been much gushing about Diego's golden curls too... XDDD

Thanks for the comment!

:)

Date: 2010-10-06 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitty69lover.livejournal.com
i will probably read ANYTHING Martin because he's my exiled baby and i always miss him, in a way that almost hurts inside. :( so seeing this pop up yesterday really made me squeal!

finally had time to read and WOOOOW. it's flowing so beautifully and how Martin manages to charm Diego so naturally, so effortlessly, so involuntarily is simply the exact way i see him, incredibly gorgeous and relaxed and naturally attractive.

it's passionate and yet, there's this note of humour, from Diego's side (had a long chuckle at Simao's salmon coloured shirt lol) that simply fits and makes the fic even better.

i don't like Forlan, but this kind of Forlan is compelling to read, seduced as he is by my Aztec god Martin Caceres :D

and what else made me shriek? the mentions of Martin's body (it is perfection), the hair, oh the lush, gorgeous hair and that so fucking sexy bun he has. (loved the Camoranesi mention!! <3)

beautiful fic <3

Date: 2010-10-06 03:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
Martín is adorable, isn't he? I threw a tantrum when Pep decided not to keep him at Barça... :(

I'm glad you liked it! I don't see Martín as the type to put on some ellaborate courting system into place... just being who he is, that's seductive enough! And Diego... I'm happy I made you like him, even a little!

And I'm glad to find another fan of Martín's hair-do... I've been fascinated by it since Mauro taught it to him last year at Juve!

Thank you for the lovely comment!

:)

Date: 2010-10-06 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drbillbongo.livejournal.com
Oh God, you did it. You turned my brain into mush. Seriously, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND WORDS THAT MAKE SENSE WHEN THIS FIC IS SO WONDERFUL AND INTENSE AND ADORABLE AND I CAN'T THINK PROPERLY BECAUSE I HAVE A MILLION BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH AND THE ONLY WAY TO EXPRESS MY JOY AND SDKFLJSKDFSDF-NESS IS CAPSLOCK ABUSE?

... Okay, this doesn't really make sense, but you understand, right?

Darling, why have you not written them sooner? Ah, I would never have dared to touch this pairing if you had! The way you write them is perfect, the way Diego stares at the "stranger", imagining Martín, longing for him, and then his insecurity, the joke about his age that he immediately regrets because he's afraid Martín would agree with him, and Martín, so bold at the club, dragging Diego onto the dance floor and seducing him until Diego can't even think straight anymore (and neither can I, holy shit!) and then getting all shy when they're in front of Diego's house, and their conversation at the end, the way they fit to each other as if they're made for each other, the "pillow" talk, the joking, the lightheartedness and beautiful intimacy between them, all natural and not in the least awkward... It's so wonderful, so them, and one of the best fics I've ever read in my life. And really, the dancefloor part and your vivid descriptions SLAYED ME, it was literally foreplay and you wrote it just like that, SDKFLJSF. And the last sentence made me smile like a loon. You, my dear, are a genius, a wizard with words. I love you, you know that? Please, you must never decide to stop writing football fic, I can't imagine not having your fics in my life. <3

I'm going to read this again now. :D

Date: 2010-10-06 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drbillbongo.livejournal.com
ARGH, and I forgot to mention that I laughed like an idiot at the bit about Camoranesi. And then I was all like, "AHA! That explains Martín's new hairstyle!" XDDD (I used to call Camoranesi "geisha" because of the way he does his ponytail. *LOL*)

And I so can't imagine Simão wearing a salmon-coloured shirt. LOL!

Date: 2010-10-06 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
Do you know how I am on pins and needles before you comment on my fics, and how I go around with the biggest, goofiest grin after I've read your comments?!

*glomps*

You have no idea how hard it was to write this. I kept thinking of your fic and how I was never going to get that ease in conversation, that intimacy, that teasing right in my own writing... I believe I've rewritten some sentences at least ten times! *sigh*

But it was all worth it because you liked it! I can breathe now! I'm glad you picked up on the hints of Diego's insecurity, I felt that was an important part of his relationship with Martín, especially when seen from his POV... and the dancefloor, damn it, Martín had *me* hot and bothered, if I'd been Forlán I'd have ravished him there and then! XD

I love you too, my sweet! *glomps* Thank you so much for the encouragement and the inspiration... without you, I wouldn't be in this fandom (whilst now I have a Bojan/Canales in mind and OMG, it's all your fault!!!)...

:)

PS: yay, Camoranesi getting giggles! Martín never did his hair like this before he was at Juve, so I've assumed that Mauro shared his beauty secrets... it make sense, right? XDDD

Date: 2010-10-06 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drbillbongo.livejournal.com
Hee, well, you should go around with the biggest, goofiest grin and be immensely proud of what you've written because this is a masterpiece! I just read it again and I'm even more in love with it (if that is at all possible) because I noticed so many new things that I completely missed when I was all SDKFLJSDF during my first read. (Of course, those new things made me go all SDFKLJSDf again, so a third read might be a good idea. XD)

Honestly, if it was hard for you to write this, it doesn't show in the slightest. The sentences flow so well, and the build-up is fantastic, the tension rising with every sentence until the bomb explodes in Diego's flat and it gets all hot and heavy. ;) I really don't see what you could have been insecure about. :)

There are so many things about your characterizations that I didn't mention in my first post, the loneliness they share even though they're not alone, the part where they walk to Diego's car and Martín can't resist touching him, the paragraph about them finding each other after having wanted each other for so long, the fact that they're not willing to admit it's love even though it's so obvious that it is... I could go on and on and on. <3

and the dancefloor, damn it, Martín had *me* hot and bothered, if I'd been Forlán I'd have ravished him there and then! XD
Oh God, me too. I have no clue how you could have written this without dying repeatedly. Ah, the mental images! I think I need a cold shower now!

Oh dear, that is a lot of credit you're giving me here - not sure I deserve all this! But I shall not get into a huge discussion about that now but instead focus on Bojan/Canales, mmmmmmh. I know I owe you fic with this pairing, and I shall remember it! My life is about to become a bit quieter now and as soon as I have a bit of time I'll think about something to write. (You do want smut, right? ;))

LOL, yes, the fact that it actually could have happened like this makes the whole issue even more hilarious. I have a great mental image right now of Camoranesi and Martín standing in front of the mirror and Camoranesi telling him something along the lines of, "And now you do this, and this, and then you have the hair of a world champion." XDDDD

Date: 2010-10-09 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
*glomps Bill* *squishes his comment* *grins like a fool*

It's such a pleasure to have readers like you, darling, it really is! To read your comments and see how you've picked up on every little nuance I tried to put in the fic, it rewards every minute looking at the blank document in panic, every hour trying to come up with the right turn of phrase, every paragraph that takes days to write and only ten seconds in being deleted...

Bojan/Canales, hmmmmmm indeed! I saw this pic (http://www.bojan-krkic.net/images/news/Bojan_camino_a_la%20playa.jpg) and combined with the thought that I cannot believe Bojan can be older than anyone, I got a tiny plot bunny! I still need to take it and nourish it and stuff, but the idea is there! And if you get an idea about these two, that'd be even more awesome (and even better if it has smut! ;))!

You made me giggle thinking of Martín and Mauro, and believe me, I needed the giggles!

*glomps*

:)

Date: 2010-10-09 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] victor-reno.livejournal.com
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!!*
OOOH MY GOOOD!!!
i'm just from my bed, i've got a week mind and now i see YOUR FICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
*runs across the wall* AAAAAAHHHHH
*DEAD*
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
babyyyyy!!! this is the most romatic thing i ever read!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333333333333333333333
swetie, i love you!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i need to breath!!!!!!! *FAINT*

Date: 2010-10-09 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
OMG, sweetie, I didn't mean to kill you dead!!! XDDDD

I'm glad you liked it, and more importantly, that you're feeling better. Take care, alright? ^__^

*revives* *gives chocolate-covered Martín*

*hugs*

:)

Date: 2010-12-10 07:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] victor-reno.livejournal.com
read it again, i think that i read it 20 times or more awwwwww <3333333333333333333
i'm soooooo drooly now XDDDDD
thank you so much for this fiction.... <3333

Date: 2010-12-10 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dfotw.livejournal.com
So happy you still like it! :DDD

Thanks to you for giving me the idea!

(and I absolutely cannot stop staring at the back of Martín's neck in your icon... I'm so drooly now too! XD)
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