David Beckham: 
Michael Owen: 
by me
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: FAKE, though I wish the losing part was fake, too.
Summary: Michael tries to comfort David after their 2-1 loss to Brazil.
Notes: Three fics between 5 am and 7 am. Unfortunately for this list, the
other two were hockey. Go USA!!!!
Disclaimer: This is fake, fiction, not real. I'm not implying anything about
the values or orientations of those involved. It all originates in my
overactive imagination (comes from not having television as a child).
It took Michael several minutes to find his captain. Beckham was hiding, as
was to be expected. The young forward didn�t quite expect him to be as
broken up as he was, though, huddled in a forgotten corner of the locker
room, shaking. �David?� he asked softly.
Beckham looked up, and Michael realized he was shaking with the effort of
trying not to cry. He seemed to be failing. �Great goal, Mike,� he
murmured.
Worried, Owen sat beside him, putting an arm around him and holding him close.
A single tear escaped from David�s red eyes, and Michael brushed it away
with his thumb. �Don�t blame yourself.�
�It�s my fault. Goddammit. The first goal was my fault! If I weren�t so bloody
stupid, we�d have gone into the half with the lead.�
Michael couldn�t really argue with that. It had been a lapse defensively that
led to Brazil�s rush in first half stoppage time. But that didn�t give the
captain the right to claim responsibility for the entire game. �Come on,
David, you did the best you could.�
�Then why wasn�t it good enough?� A sob escaped with the words, and Michael
put his other arm around him. Beckham buried his face in Owen�s shoulder,
his tears damp on the striker�s bare skin. �I�m sorry, Michael. I�m sorry
I failed you.�
�Sh, you did nothing of the sort. You�re here with me, that�s all that
matters. I was afraid you wouldn�t be.�
�Me too,� he admitted, raising his head to study Michael�s face. �Michael?�
�Yes,� he replied, slightly breathless from Beckham�s intense gaze.
�Thank you.�
�For what?�
�Everything.� Slowly, very slowly, David leaned forward. When Owen made no
move, he gently touched his lips to the other man�s. To his surprise,
Michael didn�t pull away. If anything, he tightened his hold. David pulled
back a little. �Is..is that ok?�
The corner of Michael�s mouth pulled up in a slight smile. �I love you, David.�
�You..you do?�
He sounded doubtful. Michael nodded. �How could I not?�
David opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off with Owen�s lips covered his
again. This time it was more passionate, more exploratory. �I love you,
too,� the captain replied breathlessly, sounding almost surprised.
�I know you do,� he said with a smile. He stood up, and reached down to give
David a hand to his feet. �Feel any better?�
�Getting there.�
�Let�s get out of here.�
�Ok.�
Together, they headed back towards the main part of the room.