darrus (darrus) wrote,

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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew
Rating: PG 
Language: English
Warning: RPS

Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy

Summary: Things that you shouldn't do

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here 

Head Over Heels


Squeaking of the tires makes him start – another car rushes by as fast as any Formula-1 bolide. With one harsh movement he smashes the window shut to block out all these annoying sounds of busy street outside.


Silence, blessed silence, footsteps muted by the thick carpet. Comfortable armchair waiting for him, Jürgen’s sweater thrown carelessly over the back of the couch, bowl of apples on the table.


Small corner of peace and comfort – here in this hotel room, where they two are together, just the two of them, and there is nothing…


A quiet chime interrupts his thoughts, and he finds the source of this disturbance with his eyes – Jürgen’s phone, lying on the edge of the table.


Annoying little thing.


He falls into the softness of the armchair, hands crossed over his chest. He wants to sleep, because last night they both had no time for it, yes, absolutely no time, and he can’t hold back a smile thinking about it.


Grabbing the phone quickly, he opens it.


It’s strange that his hands are moving as if by their own will, without the assistance of his brain. He definitely doesn’t want to do it.


Symbol of SMS received on the screen, some landscape as a wallpaper. Looks much like his own.


Slowly and carefully he puts the phone back where it was. He really, really doesn’t want to do… what he just imagined he could do.


A glass with sparkling mineral water to get rid of sudden thirst, and his hands are shaking – surprisingly.


Putting the glass down, he takes the phone again. He’s not doing anything forbidden after all, Jürgen doesn’t have any secrets for him.


His cheeks are burning.


Contact list. Groups… Family.


The water is still running in the shower. Jürgen won’t be out soon.


All the names on the list are familiar. All the names that should be here. As he expected.


He takes another sip from the glass. Almost chokes because he’s drinking too fast.


Another group. Friends.


The water in the shower stops and then starts again before he’s had time to get scared.


The screen blinks at him, almost like a conspiratorially wink. A promise not to tell on him.


He shrugs at his overactive imagination.


He’s looking for one name. For just one very particular name.


He’s disgusted with himself.


Scrolling through the list, as fast as possible, just to be done with it.


He knows that he’ll never gather enough courage to do it if he stops now.


Names. English, German, some are familiar. Rudi. Guido. Teddy. He knows them.


The glass is empty already.


The name may not even be here, it may be a nickname instead or whatnot.


He wishes that Jürgen would walk in on him right now and stop it…






He scribbles the number down with the pencil on the corner of the paper, hides it in the pocket of his jeans.


The water stops.


Scrolling down again, almost expecting to find another Gary on the list.


GaryL… So, Lineker then?


Sound of the bathroom door opening.


He almost throws the phone back where it should be lying, as if afraid that the thing will bite him. Stands up, unsure where to hide his hands.


His hands are still shaking.


Jürgen is smiling at him, his hair are wet. Drops of water are glistening upon his face.


“You’re blushing, Joachim. Too hot in here?”


Light tone, laughter hidden behind the words.


He smiles. His hands are still shaking.


“Yes, it is”.


Jürgen embraces him. Jürgen looks happy. So very very happy.


“You’ve got an SMS”, he says – because he needs to say something.


“Not now”, Jürgen is smiling.


Such a happy, trusting smile.





Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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