VL ficlet
Title: Not Alone
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Christian / Olli
Language: English ~630 words
Disclaimer: VL characters and dialogue don’t belong to me. Translation of dialogue in opening line courtesy of ichglotzutube.
Summary: This is a response to the mini fanfic fest on![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seifen_slash. The scene I was given was the comfort scene (about 5:30 minutes in) after Christian fired Wolle Grandetzki and before Gregor walks in on Christian and Olli.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Christian / Olli
Language: English ~630 words
Disclaimer: VL characters and dialogue don’t belong to me. Translation of dialogue in opening line courtesy of ichglotzutube.
Summary: This is a response to the mini fanfic fest on
seifen_slash. The scene I was given was the comfort scene (about 5:30 minutes in) after Christian fired Wolle Grandetzki and before Gregor walks in on Christian and Olli.Not Alone
“Well,” said Olli, tapping Christian’s wrist lightly, “you still wouldn’t be all alone.”
Christian sighed – all he’d done today was sigh or shout – and rested his head on Olli’s shoulder. He watched Olli’s thumb stroking back and forth over his knuckles and felt the gentle kiss Olli pressed to his temple.
And it was true – he wasn’t alone. Olli was sitting here with him, waiting for him, giving him the time he needed – just as he’d always said he would. Olli had been there for him throughout his new training regime, jogging with him, working out with him, loving him. Meanwhile, he knew he’d become fitter, stronger, more sure of his boxing talents. Beating Axel in their latest bout – without the steroids – had made him certain of that. Christian had really started to feel that with having Olli’s support and a contract for the big fight he had the best of both worlds...as long as he could keep those worlds apart.
Unfortunately those worlds had collided. Catastrophically. But it wasn’t just the Olli issue that had made working for Grandetzki so unbearable in the end. The way Grandetzki insisted on his fighters taking steroids was dirty. Christian wanted to win, but he wanted to do it honestly. Finding out that there appeared to be so much cheating amongst Grandetzki’s boxers had been a crushing disappointment. If that was what the boxing community was really like then he needed to re-think his dreams rather than let down himself, his brother...and his father. He’d been looking forward to telling Grandetzki he’d achieved his success without taking any of the drugs and now it didn’t seem as if that would happen.
“He said I’d be less than a nobody.”
Olli jerked his head up to look at him. “Gregor?”
“No, Grandetzki.”
“Rubbish.” Olli huffed out a derisive half laugh as he leaned his head back against the wall. “Forget about him. He doesn’t know anything.” He turned to look at Christian. “He doesn’t know you.”
Christian met Olli’s gaze and felt in a rush, the joy and relief of being here, just with Olli – someone who did know him, someone he could be truly honest with.
He tried rolling over, reaching to put his arms round Olli and ended up in the tangle of bedcovers bundled between them. As they giggled, tugging and flapping at the covers to straighten them out, something caught Christian’s eye.
“Olli, you’ve got your shoes on the bed.”
“Oops,” Olli grinned. “Sorry.”
Without unlacing his shoes, Olli pulled them off and threw them onto the floor – and then his socks.
Christian bit back his smile, trying as hard as he could to look serious. “You’ve got your clothes on the bed too,” he said, pulling lightly at the hem of Olli’s shirt and then at the belt loop of his jeans.
Olli’s look of amusement disappeared beneath his shirt as he pulled it off over his head and Christian set to work unbuckling his belt. As he popped the button of Olli’s fly, Olli’s hand stopped him. Christian looked at him, frowning slightly.
“What about your clothes?”
He was tempted for the briefest moment to tell Olli it was his bed, his rules, because keeping his clothes on while Olli got naked might be kind of interesting. No - another time, maybe. What he needed now was skin to skin contact with Olli, holding him as close as he could and knowing that everything was still right at least in this part of his life.
Christian stripped quickly – not as quickly as Olli but then he’d had a head start. He slid under the covers, into Olli’s arms and they wrapped themselves around each other. They lay like that for long moments, enjoying the feeling of being together...
...just the two of them...
“Well,” said Olli, tapping Christian’s wrist lightly, “you still wouldn’t be all alone.”
Christian sighed – all he’d done today was sigh or shout – and rested his head on Olli’s shoulder. He watched Olli’s thumb stroking back and forth over his knuckles and felt the gentle kiss Olli pressed to his temple.
And it was true – he wasn’t alone. Olli was sitting here with him, waiting for him, giving him the time he needed – just as he’d always said he would. Olli had been there for him throughout his new training regime, jogging with him, working out with him, loving him. Meanwhile, he knew he’d become fitter, stronger, more sure of his boxing talents. Beating Axel in their latest bout – without the steroids – had made him certain of that. Christian had really started to feel that with having Olli’s support and a contract for the big fight he had the best of both worlds...as long as he could keep those worlds apart.
Unfortunately those worlds had collided. Catastrophically. But it wasn’t just the Olli issue that had made working for Grandetzki so unbearable in the end. The way Grandetzki insisted on his fighters taking steroids was dirty. Christian wanted to win, but he wanted to do it honestly. Finding out that there appeared to be so much cheating amongst Grandetzki’s boxers had been a crushing disappointment. If that was what the boxing community was really like then he needed to re-think his dreams rather than let down himself, his brother...and his father. He’d been looking forward to telling Grandetzki he’d achieved his success without taking any of the drugs and now it didn’t seem as if that would happen.
“He said I’d be less than a nobody.”
Olli jerked his head up to look at him. “Gregor?”
“No, Grandetzki.”
“Rubbish.” Olli huffed out a derisive half laugh as he leaned his head back against the wall. “Forget about him. He doesn’t know anything.” He turned to look at Christian. “He doesn’t know you.”
Christian met Olli’s gaze and felt in a rush, the joy and relief of being here, just with Olli – someone who did know him, someone he could be truly honest with.
He tried rolling over, reaching to put his arms round Olli and ended up in the tangle of bedcovers bundled between them. As they giggled, tugging and flapping at the covers to straighten them out, something caught Christian’s eye.
“Olli, you’ve got your shoes on the bed.”
“Oops,” Olli grinned. “Sorry.”
Without unlacing his shoes, Olli pulled them off and threw them onto the floor – and then his socks.
Christian bit back his smile, trying as hard as he could to look serious. “You’ve got your clothes on the bed too,” he said, pulling lightly at the hem of Olli’s shirt and then at the belt loop of his jeans.
Olli’s look of amusement disappeared beneath his shirt as he pulled it off over his head and Christian set to work unbuckling his belt. As he popped the button of Olli’s fly, Olli’s hand stopped him. Christian looked at him, frowning slightly.
“What about your clothes?”
He was tempted for the briefest moment to tell Olli it was his bed, his rules, because keeping his clothes on while Olli got naked might be kind of interesting. No - another time, maybe. What he needed now was skin to skin contact with Olli, holding him as close as he could and knowing that everything was still right at least in this part of his life.
Christian stripped quickly – not as quickly as Olli but then he’d had a head start. He slid under the covers, into Olli’s arms and they wrapped themselves around each other. They lay like that for long moments, enjoying the feeling of being together...
...just the two of them...
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But seriously, well written and everything captured so well. And I liked the "You've got your shoes on"-comment. Oh, and the one with the clothes. :D
Well done! I loved it.
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)And my second point: I'm loving the *hugs* icon you have here. Too cute!
Lara
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-11 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)OK, earned a full on "HA!" from me. I really liked this - particularly loved the hint of dramatic irony in that last line! ;-)
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shoes!
(Anonymous) 2008-09-17 04:09 am (UTC)(link)Re: shoes!