!fanfic: Believe when I say I love you (1/2) Title:
Believe me when I say I love you
Betareader:
As always, my wonderful
el_defe
, without which I could not live openly. * Plus, if they are read in preview bloodnyar ![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sMteG_60_-xkaWTQMwmKfypPJjsqq9BEf3KGj1bElzya6zLs1ATTh5cYDfP0mO4uaijYaDSDqSyJsJSt0MT7KLogBjtrw_6gnXC-8LRV6x7wJLqg=s0-d)
and jen_jm . Fandom: RPF - AC Fiorentina Characters: Stevan Jovetic, Alberto Gilardino, Adem Ljajic, Zdravko Kuzmanovic, Adrian Mutu THE TROIAIO \\ O \\ we have Rating: VM16 Warning:
AU , ANGST (there were missed? not me) slash, I said ANGST?
Disclaimer: This fanfiction
not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities.
Word Count:
10114w. ( fiumidiparole ) Notes:
... And do not blame me. Aaallora, as I explain the birth of this talkative drama. The fault is all of ![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_untdSwFwfSUX7E-snLFsU2EUJ6kwSHbQ-vDm90X3ZxddDnkoMKLVOCDiLRGNeXY46Df7WBFmGisOLetT0ulDIC4OzD4o683uaYSoAPw-bIe5i1onYwcQ=s0-d)
bloodnyar , I want to put on record and written in stone and tattooed on my chest, and his El Tango de Roxanne
, which is a song that I love since time immemorial and which I have always wanted to write a story inspired by and from which, however, is the title. ♥ 'Nsomma, the responsibility is not mine to take it up with Ewan. For the rest I do not know, what is particularly funny in this story is that it is founded with the idea of wandering around two thousand words, then I have risen in my hands I could not even partly to try to stem it. Apart from anything else and all my complaints, I actually have a lot of fun writing it. :) And I too right, all ', I admit it aloud.
BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY "I LOVE YOU"
Alberto looks undressing and sighs, bevendosi each movement was not a drug addict in withdrawal symptoms or anything like that, even if it were a breath of fresh air - you've just paid
breed of imbecile
, screams something very physical inside his head,
is stale air, bad, you will ruin
.
She looks up to him and, displaying a confidence that is far from possessing, his hands are shaking as you let slide the tie between his fingers, using it to pull him and kiss him on the lips, mouth, soft and yielding to any initiative of Alberto, who just shakes his lower lip between his teeth and bites him up just for the sake of hearing his voice again, to feel low and roca, this time tinged with a pleasure that does not know if it's real or fake, but enough to make him a cold shiver run along the back. Be touched - and he likes to do that are those thin hands trembling, he likes even more than he liked being touched by the hands of Alice (and the thought of his ex-wife and Geneva, which comes a time after, just to make him a bad person for a moment), actually he likes more than is permissible, more than he probably ever liked anything in the world.
"What's your name?" So requests between a sigh and another, while the boy is engaged to undo button after button his shirt, and that raises his eyes and looks at him, incredulous that the mail was a so silly and pointless question, because who cares to know what it's called, as long as that does what it does and gets paid for good?, then Alberto feels compelled to insist. "What's your name?" The boy sighed, pausing a second half of a caress along his chest only half undressed, crossing her eyes as if to ask "
but you're serious? , Alberto and nods. "Jo-jo." Murmured, evidently not at all eager to support the conversation, and Alberto frowns.
"I did not mean your name
work." Mumbles, blocking the wrists for a moment before he can return to undress, and the boy responds too submissive gesture, without resistance. Alberto raises both eyebrows. "Your real name, I mean." The boy looks at him with genuine curiosity in the dark eyes, as if Albert had asked him something terribly strange, absurd and unthinkable, something that had never before happened to being asked (Alberto feels a pang, thinking that it probably is, he does not person is paid sex, should have known it, Richard had told him that it did not seem at all a good idea). "I'm not used to sleeping with someone who does not even know the name." Offers as an explanation, with an almost apologetic smile on his lips, hoping that this explanation is sufficient and does not require further embarrassing details that he would hate to & ndash , as " yes, it's the first time with someone other than my wife "and"
yes, it's my first time with a man
"or even"
no, I never paid before . The boy seems to intuit, understand, like Alberto, no use denying it. "My name," he murmurs, taking a strip with a smile and a different treatment and attempt to make Albert blush at every touch like a girl, because when you just buckle down his pants and underpants and hot air the room naked and strokes his skin flushed Interior thigh. "I'll tell you next time, if you still want to know."
Alberto tries to protest, he tries really, at least in principle, the lips of the boy down on his groin, however, take away an early opportunity to argue further.
Jo-jo is called Stevan - Alberto discovers it is not the second, but the third meeting, when the
J
already has at least found a place in his thoughts; Richard understands, and asks for an explanation of an appointment and the other to lock in office after meeting a particularly heavy after which he would go home and relax, but can not get fragmented words and never anything more precise. Albert, however, want to talk about it is obvious that it has none, then after a few weeks even he gives up, archiving it as one of the strange post-divorce. "Stay a while '?" Fixed concentrate Alberto Stevan's back, watching him jump to that request, accompanied by a lazy caress along the groove of the spine. The boy remains motionless, the only sweater still stuck on his arms and rolled up jeans around her ankles. "The time is over." Ventures, with a sigh, without turning to him, the phone stretto nel suo pugno si illumina appena. «Non posso, lo sai.» Alberto si guarda le mani, pensieroso, giocherellando con le lenzuola e soppesando la possibilità di chiederglielo ancora, o di implorarlo, o di lasciarlo andare: è l'ultima eventualità quella che lo spaventa di più, visto che alla sua dignità ha rinunciato da un sacco di tempo, probabilmente dalla seconda telefonata, o forse persino dalla prima, quando ha accettato questa cosa che lui vorrebbe definire relazione ma non lo è, è solo un discreto – grande, grandissimo, enorme
– casino.
"I'll pay the difference." Sighs, hopes, again extending his hand to stroke his back. He feels tense again in touch, probably evaluating the pros and cons, and he is a quivering, victorious, his expression when you open a faint smile and agrees to go lie down beside him, her back pressed against the his chest. Sticking his nose in his hair, some curls that tickled the skin, and remains silent, motionless. Even
Stevan speaks, even if he does it for other reasons - to keep quiet unselfish are the strokes, the mere exhibition of Alberto wants to be with him, without ulterior motives, the heat density that feels squirt on the chest and he tries to deny that every time Alberto calls (answered a few times, even if he is not engaged in that very moment, because it was almost scary). Do not ever fall in love
. Love di Non. Mai. It is not helpful for either of them, Stevan is repeated, trembling in the embrace of Alberto and just praying that do not reach the questions to be avoided, it will only hurt both.
"I must go." She whispered after a time he seems decent enough and together, raised new seating, this time with an expression that leaves no room for replicas. Slips without even putting the sweater t-shirt underneath - then put the can in the car, or do not return it at all, maybe you would make the next event soon - and then turns back to Alberto, his eyes become thinner imperceptibly when he notices she's holding some bills carefully folded and continues to keep her out of his reach, without mentioning it to him. "Albert, I really
go, I do not have time to play." "Just a kiss." Murmured Albert, hopefully. Stevan shakes his head in exasperation, and extends to rest briefly on his lips. Alberto leaves scorrere una mano tra i suoi capelli, sulla nuca, tenendolo contro di sé per qualche istante in più e chiudendo gli occhi per non vedere l'esasperazione di Stevan che pure è tremendamente evidente nel sospiro che si lascia sfuggire sulle sue labbra. Il ragazzo prende i propri soldi con uno sbuffo, socchiudendo appena gli occhi; torna a sorridere solamente quando è in piedi accanto alla porta, a distanza di sicurezza da lui e da qualsiasi altra richiesta potenzialmente scomoda. «Ci sentiamo.» lascia detto, chiamami tu , intende invece, e Alberto lo sa e non fa nulla per replicare se non offrirgli un sorriso indecifrabile mentre lo guarda andare di nuovo away without looking back.
"Fuck you." Zdravko raises an eyebrow when, for a completely innocent of his challenge to the call Stevan has just ignored the guy responds pulling behind a pillow, fortunately his aim is not precise enough to hit him but unfortunately it is quite inaccurate to be taken into full box of cookies that fall from the table in a triumph of crumbs. "Someone fell out of bed on the wrong foot this morning?" He muttered, bending to pick up a few cookies left intact, undecided on what to do exactly the profusion of the crumbs chocolate decorating the tiles of the kitchen. With a sigh, and hissed again curse against him and against all the chocolate biscuits in the world, Stevan gets up to take the broom to remedy the disaster that has caused. "What happened?" Adem asks, entering in the kitchen, yawning and frowning immediately notice the confusion on the ground. "What have you done of my favorite cookies?" And then mumbles, slightly offended.
"Goldilocks woke up in a bad mood this morning, perhaps chose the wrong bed of the three." Zdravko mutters in reply, still bent over biscuits. Stevan, a those words, sighs blatantly. "Okay , I could have taken it a bit 'out there, but it's nothing different from what I usually do when called
Albi." Stevan's kicks in the ribs with a hint of malice and watching him gasp and turn over once the cookies. "First thing," he explains, shifting of rudeness and Zdravko beginning to sweep what remains the favorite breakfast of Adem, who huffed and crossed her arms around his chest. "I did not sleep at all tonight, as Papa Bear, as always, there, he took the whole bed. Second, I have a headache and zero desire to see Mirko tonight. And third, "he continues, shooting at Zdravko look askance at him that immediately lose their appetite to complain about the Papa Bear and the usual controversy when they are to share the bed." Appoint a ' Alberto last time before I have had coffee and I jumped off the balcony. In fact, I have a better idea, "concludes, without grace sweeping the crumbs under the rug. "Do not talk anymore, so we're all quiet. And you stop doing that face-dog. "She sighs, exasperated. "I bought another bag of cookies on the way home yesterday, the usual place."
I do not understand why you come back from these meetings with Al - these evenings, I mean, the more acid than ever. "says Zdravko carefree, apparently unwilling to take seriously the threat of a painful death, while happily pay a good half of the contents of coffee in his cup of milk. "I mean, you should not be full to bursting of endorphins?"
Stevan notes for a moment at the bottom of his coffee cup, pondering a response that is the worst possible. In the end, only one mutters "fuck
, You are a
" before planting their cup there and his friends and go back to be locked in the room.
"You have the feeling of an elephant, Kuz." Sighs Adem, drowning a biscuit in their milk with a sigh. "I want to let go of this story? So it ends up always the case. "
Zdravko sighs.
"What I do not understand," he murmurs, lowering his voice so Stevan can not hear them through two locked doors. "It is because continues to respond to his calls when he returned in a bad mood for the next two days. I mean, it is neither the first nor the last time I leave a customer who bothers him. "Spins a bit 'on the bottom of the white coffee cup, watching as one that may contain the answers to all questions in the world . "I'm just worried about him." "We've clearly learned nothing." Adem sighs, pouring another cup of hot milk and getting up from the table, holding precariously while trying to also take some cookies to bring to Stevan. Zdravko watching him go out and knock on the door of the room, muttering something about his complete lack of tact and his good intentions, however. "If you stopped them both to speak in riddles, maybe I could understand." Muttered the boy, looking askance at the door that opens to let Adem and then closes. With another groan, two others drowned in milk and coffee biscuits.
Stevan frowns when to just open the door is a child who rewards him with a very wide smile. You do not need someone to tell him who he is, having a clear resemblance to his father, Stevan smile in response and then kneels down, bringing her face to the same height as that of small.
"Hey whispers, gently brushing the tip of the nose and keeping a smile touched the girl when he lets slip an amused chuckle. "Where's Daddy?"
"Daddy-AAAAAAAAAA." Screamed the girl, cheerful, and Alberto arrives time later. Or not wearing a jacket or shirt with Stevan which is accustomed to meet in the evenings after work, but only a sweatshirt a bit 'damaged elbow and faded jeans. The boy lifts standing when he sees it, and can not help but blush when Albert takes his daughter in his arms and invites him to enter.
"Stevan, you are my daughter." He says, although it is evident, as is evident from his eyes as the worship. "Honey, I'll want to tell this man what's your name?" "Geneva." Murmured the girl, suddenly shy, and hides her face against the shoulder of Albert, hiding from Stevan. He smiles, coming up and stroking his hair. "What a beautiful name, Geneva." The term of endearment, and the girl turned back to him and smile. "Do you mind if I speak a bit 'with your dad?"
The girl nods and smiles Albert, putting it on the ground and watching it run away, probably towards the back garden. Only when it is certain that he left turns to Stevan, smile a little 'less wide and a shadow of excuse in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, I did not know I'd Geneva." Offers mo 'apology, shrugging his shoulders, and Stevan sighs.
"Albert, we know very well that it is both a lie, then" backfires, crossing his arms to his chest and making a step back into the room with all the dignity that is able to collect. "Explain why I'm here and why there's your daughter."
Alberto looks sad for a moment, and Stevan hastens to soften its expression, not at all eager to fight, to be honest.
"If I say that I have you all with me and two counts as justification?" Alberto has, without looking, and Stevan feels his heart sank right under your feet, so full and heavy that it hurt when he returns to his place in the chest. No
, would say,
is not, and I do not want it is because we will hurt both
.
Yes, would like to say also,
I wish I could be with you and your daughter all the time in the world, but you know that you can not, should not I be the one to tell you
.
"Just this once." Says the other hand, silencing the two voices in his head and begging him not to talk back for no reason at all during the evening. Does not resist even when Alberto lights of his most beautiful smile and draws him to kiss him for a moment, entwining her fingers with his and holding it against his chest. It is something that should think sooner or later to find a way to get out, but right now just trying to enjoy the feeling.
'leaves Geneva for dinner. "Alberto whispers against his ear, and Stevan shudders slightly, brushing his back with his fingertips, uncertain. She hugs him the next moment, resting her head against his shoulder and closing his eyes when he sees the smile that tends Albert's lips.
Geneva is playing in the garden, when Stevan and Alberto reach, and all are taken by placing her dolls side by side to make people smile softened both. Stevan kneels beside her and the child took the opportunity to ask him to yet another betrayal, huge smile.
'games with me? "Seeks, with the candor that only a child of her age can have, and even before the Stevan has responded has been placed in the arm, so the boy can not help but but laugh and say that yes, of course I will play with her, and indeed had not thought to give a different answer than that.
"We must give the dolls to tea." Explains all concentrated, making a teapot toy in the hands of Stevan and taking the cups. "She is the mom and dad and he will want a lot good. Also I have a mom and a dad, you know? "Continues, undaunted, smoothing the skirt of the doll without first case to so blatant that Stevan is bleached in the mention of Alberto's wife. "Even if they are distant they love them too, right Dad?" Albert does not respond, but still quiet Geneva. "You want good for my dad?" Stevan holds its breath for a moment, and Alberto holds its breath with him, even if he has the good sense to make it look a little cough. Stevan was silent for a moment, thoughtful, and Geneva is time to look at her eyebrows and frown. "Yes, I love him." Stevan murmured in response, and the girl pops up in a very wide smile. "Yes, I love your dad, Geneva." Stevan tries to ignore both the smile softened Alberto is the node that takes you by the throat after he uttered those words. Albert does not know why he did later. They probably decided to cross between the umpteenth phone call Stevan which did not respond and when asked where Geneva had finished his new friend. Probably happened at that moment, when the memory of Stevan with his arm in daughter in the garden and the image of his body curled in the covers with his head resting on her stomach have become too great a burden to bear without being able to review and had to look for him to avoid being crushed by the weight. Perhaps, in truth, Albert does not know how or why he made that decision because the reasons are too many and too complex to explain even to himself, then simply do not. know exactly, however, what was the time when it got out. It was when he saw the car of a customer to stay in the apartment building where he lives Stevan and the boy get out. When saw the man open his door and bend down to kiss him as his own - and yet it is not, Albert is sure, Stevan is not the man who helped him get out or no one else, there it is - and smiling. It is then that he slammed the car door, strong enough to jolt both. Stevan recognizes it and opens her eyes when she sees him cross the street. "Alberto - 'Stevan try to meet him, hold him, but Alberto wriggles and pushes it aside. "Alberto, please, stop." Insists, clinging to his arm and pulling him. Alberto stops for a moment to look at him, refusing to fix it in his eyes - that sparkle, shiny with tears - and still releasing the arm from its socket. Alberto
stops only when it is standing in front of the unknown, which is just lower than him. In any other situation, probably, his head would deter him from doing what he is thinking of doing, because attack fights with strangers for a putt - Albert shakes his head at the thought, freeing it from the object, since stick fights with strangers for
Stevan
he seems to blow incredibly plausible.
"Can I help somehow?" The stranger politely asks, arching an eyebrow in front of his eyes, shakes his fist and Alberto. Stevan is still standing a short distance, this time pleading with her eyes to give up any idea's is going through his head. Alberto does not listen, do not even listen to the stranger who asks for something else, this time with more annoyed tone, not even listening to his head that the intimate, in a last moment of self-preservation instinct of the species, a
stop!
desperate. Alberto
When it pushes back, it remains unknown for a moment perplexed, not understanding what is happening. It resumed later, when Albert tries to hit and misses only because he looked so foggy that the reflections of man can save him from the blow that would have reached the cheekbone, and bounces back quickly enough and enough to respond to shot. Stevan
screaming, when Albert brings his hands to his nose to try to stop the bleeding, moaning loudly in pain. Tries to divide them in half, screaming the names of both, but the unknown - called Adrian, or so yelled Stevan - keeps him at a distance, preventing him from interfering. Stevan is fairly certain that it wants to protect, to prevent it from being too involved, but at that moment he feels terrible injustice that prevents it from dividing. Adrian
slaps him again, feeling the lip to break under the palm of his hand, and Stevan screams again, this time grabbing his arm and holding it before it can lower it again to hit that Alberto, meanwhile, slipped to his knees, disoriented by shocks. Stevan remains attached to the arm of Adrian, sobbing quietly, until man lowers his hand and sighed, loosening its grip gently.
"We feel." Murmured, brushing her shoulder in her, but Stevan even listens to him and kneels alongside Alberto, trying to see the extent of damage and cursing silently by laying all the blame for what happened. The barely touches his cheek, and Albert opens his eyes and tries to focus on it.
"Stevan -?" He calls it, mixing the words and spitting blood, passing a hand on his lips, portraying them stained with blood, and the sight of groaning again.
"She 'Shut up, idiot." Murmured the boy, helping him to get up and put his arm around the chest to support it, because when they let him go Alberto teetering dangerously, close to crashing back to earth. Stevan accompanies him in, continuing to tighten it and support it even in the elevator, when Alberto was lucid enough to be able to get back on their feet but does not say anything because they feel embraced by Stevan that way, with the obvious concern, he enjoys tremendously. Adem
is to open the doors and whiten violently at the sight of blood on his face and hands of Alberto. Stevan begs with her eyes not to say anything and the guy steps aside, although it seems closer than it appears to pass out the same Alberto.
"Where is that idiot?" Stevan asks, puffing to support Alberto while she accompanied him in the bathroom, and Adem runs after them worried. "I need to go talk to Adi." "I do not thing there is, what it's called, Marica? Objects Adem, thoughtful, and Stevan desperate moans. 'Great, I'll see the next change in months, probably. "Sighs, Alberto, and next to him is a pitiful wail that filled him with concern. "Listen, can you please tell us about you? Invent something, tell him I call him whenever I can, but please, tell us. "
Adem nods and runs off in search of cordless phones that will probably be lost somewhere between the broom closet and the sofa, Stevan and took the opportunity to put Albert down to the bathroom and locked the door behind them. As soon as they are alone, Alberto kisses him. Stevan tries to ignore the taste of blood that fills the mouth and the unpleasant sensation that seizes the stomach, such as a lack of tremendous finally filled, and strength to push him away and sat down again, fiddling while looking for a towel clean. Alberto Stevan says nothing while the gently cleanses the face with a wet towel, he looked everywhere but in her eyes that sparkle with an icy rebuke that Alberto deserves to feel completely - that's why ignore it and prefer fix the light curtain the walk-in shower or the blue carpet on the floor. Stevan looks worried his lip, touching it just to not hurt him, and leaves a moment to look for ice. Alberto's hear a few words with Adem, in a low voice, and when he returns to his expression indecipherable.
"Adrian has agreed not to press charges" informs him, wrapping the ice in a towel and pressing it on the lip with a sigh. "But he insisted that I come back tomorrow to make me forgive him for the inconvenience, according to him, I caused."
"Stevan, not -" Alberto tries to answer, but Stevan snorts and press again ice on the lips, making out a moan of pain and suddenly interrupting her words.
"Not that I mind Adrian,
is not one of my clients but it is worse, as they say" Stevan take a breath and avoid face Alberto to continue talking. "
demanding. And tomorrow I'd promised that I would Adem accompanied by information about the University and then I got scared when I saw all that blood and you were on the ground - "This time it
Albert to stop it, it sticks out kiss him again, throwing away the ice and putting a hand on the nape to lure him away and prevent them. She kisses him long enough to lose my breath, to feel again the lip to the point where it is badly split, but it goes away only when attempts to get rid of Stevan are obvious. Alberto looks at him with eyes full of a sadness that can not define Stevan, then sighs and takes a hand in his.
"I love you." He says, and the whole world seems to spin around Stevan preventing him from focusing on anything, to the point where it wobble to the sudden dizziness, sudden emotion for that tightens the stomach hard. The only point still in focus are the fingers of Alberto around his palm, still pressing charges expectations, and Stevan is compelled to adopt in order not to lose all contact with reality.
"Do not say things I do not think, Alberto." Murmured, his voice low, barely restraining the urge to throw her arms around his neck and burst into tears by the gratitude for the sincere affection he feels in words for the pain he feels in the know keep up doing more harm than ever, with those words, even more than it hurt him every time he came out of his bed for the next appointment and saw him, the Alberto needs to keep to himself, he saw all too clearly. "It adrenaline that makes you say things I do not think so. "
" I love you really, Stevan. "Alberto strengthens grip around her slender wrist, the strong voice that glides on every word, without trembling. It is a bit 'that is thinking about that proposal, even if he wanted to do it at another time in another way, in other circumstances that were not so difficult for both. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I want you to stop doing your work. My house is big and I'm always alone, I can think of you. I think I
you. Please. "
Stevan closes his eyes, and think it would be awfully easy to say yes. That would be nice to always wake up with him next, arguing the sports newspaper at breakfast, Geneva to carry out alternate weekends, when not with Alice, to sleep with a kiss and a promise of sincere affection. What is the life that everyone dreams, and that he was offered and it is so close that it would take only say yes because everything becomes a reality and not just a dream. We think, and everything is so vivid in his mind that seems to have already accepted. Only then sighs and shakes his head, pulling his hand from the wall Alberto and taking a step backwards until his back is not touching the shower curtain.
"I'm sorry, Albert." Murmured, looking away when he sees the man whiten and feels as if he had slapped again, with tremendous strength that he did not know you had. "I'm sorry, seriously, believe me, but I do not want to depend on anybody, let alone"
unless you never "by a customer." Alberto bleaching yet. "I'm just a customer, Stevan?" Murmured, bowing his face. No, stupid, Stevan would scream back, do not you see I'm doing everything for you? Can not you see I'm just trying to protect? "Yes" Forgive me, please, think Stevan, clenching his fists until his evil to prevail to keep the tears and keep your voice can be stronger. "Why, what else did you think you are?"
Stevan tries to ignore the look that passes wounded in the eye of Alberto while dropping the ice and looks at him, begging for a retraction, a smile that never comes, while Stevan hopefully get a look that is severe enough and not totally pleading. Alberto goes away in a hurry, almost tripping over his own feet as he slams the door behind him, and Stevan does nothing to restrain him.
Only when seen through the window from his car, bursts into tears with his forehead pressed against the glass.
"Who is the rompicazz - oh." Zdravko just rubs his eyes, still sleepy, having been awakened by the doorbell rang insistently. "This is definitely unexpected." Alberto responds to his curious gaze coldly, pressing just the coat that he wore casually over clothes from home he was wearing when he made the decision to go to Stevan despite what is success. Remain fixed for a moment, does not come out until Adem kitchen, fingers still stained with Nutella, he does not move when it recognizes Albert, confused.
"Hello." Murmured Albert, reassured by recognizing a face already seen. "You are Adem, right? Stevan at home? "
The boy nods, but then shook his head, more confused than before. "You are Alberto, do you?" Asks, and he nods. "Stevan is, but if you're here - here, I do not want to see you again. Or have appointments with you. In fact, it's a bit 'shaken since the last time you've seen, and then - " "I just want to talk to him." Reassures him Alberto, and Adem seems to think it over a second. "I swear that not even the relief, I just want to talk to him."
"So I guess it's okay, right? He asks, probably addressed more to himself than to him, and Zdravko gives a little cough , clearly offended at being blatantly ignored in the discussion. "Come, then, you can wait in the living room."
Alberto smiles, grateful, and follows him into the living room. Zdravko sits in the chair in front of him, standing still staring at him with curiosity when he left the Adem, Stevan alert saying that I'll have guests who
. Alberto politely returns the gaze, arching his eyebrows just a dumb question.
"You quell'Alberto? Asks after a while ', tilting her head, and Alberto almost laughs out of nothing.
"I do not know." Replica, amused, eyebrows that if they could come away from their posts in order to bend more. "I'm Albert, if you can help."
"What the little girl?" Zdravko insists, and this time the heart of Alberto clings painfully to the memory and his smile is just off.
"Yes, I quell'Alberto." Murmured in a low voice, and Zdravko nods.
"I was doing higher." Murmured quietly, and Albert opens his eyes, probably convinced that you are in the midst of a joke. Do not have time to give voice to that question because his Zdravko resumed talking quietly. "I heard that you messed up Mutu."
"I would not put it in those terms." Muttered Albert, feeling cheeks blush with shame. "Let's say that I got them instead."
"Oh, never mind." Zdravko replication, smiling openly. "It's always nice for someone to remember that the world does not revolve around him and his cock."
"Coming from you, Zdravko, it sounds terribly wrong." Stevan's voice startles both, although differently; Alberto turns immediately and can not prevent the shaking of his heart when he recognizes his small figure wrapped in a bathrobe too large for him, his hair dripping wet on his shoulders. "Could you leave us alone, please?"
Zdravko you huffed a bit ', crossing his arms and chest puffed out his cheeks like an eleven year old overgrown.
"Do not can I stay? I swear I'm silent. "Mumbles, Stevan and raises his eyes to heaven.
"Go back to your beauty sleep, although I fear that you should sleep for a few years because they begin to see results." Rebuke him, and Zdravko manages to bring genuine outrage to an expression for five seconds flat before bursting laughing. "Please, Zdravko." The guy gets up and leaves the room laughing, just messing with her hair in a gesture of affection, and Stevan rapidly disappearing down the corridor, accompanied by an insistent slippers. Stevan smiles, shaking his head, then sighs and returns to direct his gaze on Albert, who was in waiting patiently on the couch. "Hello, Albert." He sighed, smiled pulled. "I do not mind if I tell you that I would rather not see you anymore. You would have made things much easier. "
Alberto shrugs his shoulders, smiled, and then remains silent to look at him in response Stevan sigh, crossing his arms to his chest and just screwing up his eyes tired.
"I am also happy to see you." Whispered Albert, lowering his voice and the look together and taking fiddling nervously with a tassel of the cushion beside him. Stevan biting the inner cheek, thoughtfully, trying to distract with that pain may not hear what stronger at heart. "I do not have more answers."
"It's a bit 'I stopped doing it." Defends the boy, raising both hands, despite his arguments they sound terribly pathetic even to his ears. Would you really think that Albert had not come, but despite all the tremendous sense of loss that had formed the heart is suddenly lightened. "This is nothing new."
"I thought -" Alberto stood up abruptly, eliminating the distance between them in two steps and just shook his wrist between his fingers, holding just enough for the boy feels compelled to raise their eyes on him and meet his gaze, if only to beg to let him go. "After what I said last time, I thought -"
"You promised not to touch me." Stevan whispers, trying not to focus on the sensation of hot Alberto fingers around his wrist; him look for a moment, sorry, then slowly dissolve the plug, leaving him to go. As soon as it is free, Stevan takes a step back, putting the coffee table between them.
"I told you I love you, Stevan. "Albert's voice is a little more than a whisper, yet it is clear to Stevan as if he had spoken directly into his ear, as was usually done at night when they remain close, her breasts warm against my back, comfortable, the only refuge to which Stevan could think of. "How can you -" Alberto lowers his voice, and this time he speaks only for himself, in a rebuke that if Stevan has learned at least a little 'to know him, he continued to repeat since the time when , escaped from his apartment. "How can you be so indifferent."
"We are rules in my work, you know? "Stevan looks at him with big eyes, concentrated in trying to continue to keep the small table between himself and Albert, to divide them. "More or less important. You know what the most important, Alberto? "He looks at him, and Stevan bows his head and biting his lips tight, until you feel the taste of his own blood. "" Do not fall in love
ever. And if he falls, stop it
. This is how I survive. "
Alberto blinked, confused, Stevan wants to ignore the confusion painful shake in his eyes, but the truth is that he can not, and would only be able to forgive. He wants to hug him, tell him that will stay together forever and that matter the world, there would be able to kiss, at that moment, and say that nothing apart from that matter. It would be the truth, everything would be the truth, yet she knows she can be, because he is not that person does not deserve the good fortune and, for sure, does not deserve Alberto. If there's something really hates is having to silence the voice in his head telling him to stop thinking about the good of all, for once.
"Stevan, I beg you -" Alberto stretches his hand still in his direction, and Stevan is quick to dodge and take a step back, until you stumble back into the carpet of the antechamber. Alberto looks at him, imploring him, and when he shakes his head again, spelling out a silent "
go, try to take it back by the arm. Stevan back off again, until you find yourself with your back against the bedroom door, and after a moment's hesitation, it slips in and turns the key in the lock.
slid to the floor with his back against the door, ignoring the confused look of Zdravko again woke with a start that lifts storage of blankets on the bed. Both bounce when Alberto hard knocks at the door.
"Stevan, please," begs him, and his voice breaks in pronouncing his name and you break something in the breast of Stevan, biting his lips and firmly holds a sob. 'Let me. "
" I do not spend afternoons in the garden with the daughters of my clients, "Stevan leans back against the door, his face buried in his hands and a lump in my throat to keep the hard- words. 'And I do not sleep with them. No - not the way it goes, Alberto, I'm not a good person. I saw you with your daughter, I saw how you treat people like me also
. "closes his eyes to hold back the tears, and feels Alberto swearing and launch a kick at the door, in the vain hope of being able to enter or, more likely, to vent frustration . "You're a good man, Alberto, I'm serious. You deserve someone who loves you and so is a person, not someone like me. "" It's a way to tell me that you love me? "Albert's voice trembles and is closer, may Stevan ; almost see him lean his forehead against the door while talking and stops trying to hold back the tears, and tears slipping silently down her cheeks, ending just to wet the sponge wet already of a bathrobe. "Tell me the truth and I go, Stevan, but I will not lie, please do not -" hear him sobbing angrily, and the desire to open the door and embrace is so strong that he tried his hands itch . "I do not want to hear lies from you too, you want the truth." Stevan continues to keep his eyes closed, squeezing hard, ignoring the tears continue to fall along the cheeks and the sobs that are becoming stronger and more frequent and raise breast jerky irregular. God, would be so easy to lie to not hurt him, it would be easier to send him away with a stupid lie, tell him what he wants to hear and to win that auction, which still feels he has deserved. But Stevan is tired of lying, lying to himself, and then opens his eyes and looked at his hands and starts to speak, without taking his eyes for fear of seeing the little disappearing for a resolution that is able to find. "It's a way to say I love you, stupid," her voice slides on soft words, just dirty sobs that this time can not hold and that take your breath away, forcing him to interrupt his words and take another deep breath to speak, while sticking their fingers into the palms and throws his head back against the door, crushing against the wood as if it could be closer to Albert, make him less evil. "But I will never be the right person for you." Retain the breath both at the same time, and in that brief moment of silence feels Alberto Stevan burst into tears. Hate, for what he did. It is pretty sure that Albert hate him for what he has done, and this awareness is even more evil.
"Stevan, please." Alberto insists again, but with less conviction, as if we even believe him first that the door can open and Stevan can speak with him again to be convinced. The boy closes his eyes again, and slipped into those words, feeling the tone of his voice and the way they pronounce his name. The miss.
"Go away, Alberto." He whispers, with the foolish hope that Albert did not hear it and continue to insist that end to break through that door and take him away with it anyway, as a sort of prince of the times modern. "Please go away." However, says, sinking back on her face in her hands. I do not know if Albert feels it, or if he listens. What I know is that after a while ', the sobs and noisy breathing outside the door ceased, and the house was back to being silent. Zdravko imperceptibly sighs and reaches him, surrounding his shoulders with his arm and drawing it gently to himself, and Stevan breaks out again to cry against his chest. "We will fix everything." Murmured the largest, softly stroking her hair still wet, but Stevan shakes his head. He would like to believe that everything can settle down, but I honestly can not even think of a way for this can happen.
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