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Headlights shining in the dark night (David/Martin)

"The brighter the light, the darker the shadow... It's impossible to appreciate the light correctly without knowing the darkness."

Jean-Paul Sartre

Headlights shining in the dark night

David doesn't have the heart to celebrate much this evening. There is nothing to celebrate anyway. He won't talk about the game, nor about what could have happened at the refereeing level, it was up to him to protect the goal but he totally failed... David swallows the lung in his throat when he's finally alone in his hotel room, he leans against the door, bringing his hand to his mouth to contain nausea. How will he explain this to his son? How can he explain to him that his father failed two years in a row in the semi-finals of two different competitions? His fist closes as he holds back tears with difficulty. He will never be able to look at him in the eyes again after this stupid promise. David takes trembling steps towards the bed, his legs are heavy and tired, stiff from the match, from his stupid rivalry with the Polish. He collapses head first on the bed hoping that his pain will go away with the night, or in any case his muscular pain, in terms of his sorrow, he will have to wait until the hours become bandage for the gaping wounds on his body.

He must sleep an hour or two before waking up with a startle, his body freezing when he hears his door opening. David turns painfully to see Martin on his doorstep, looking just as tired as he is, his hair in disarray, his hands compressing and decompressing repeatedly. His eyes are still half open due to sleep, and his voice is hoarse, but he invites Hinti to come and sit on the bed next to him so they can talk about what's wrong. David has already done this several times after the defeats with Hinti, but also with others, like Lucas or Gonça, he's used to it now. He knows that Martin has had sleep problems since the day he missed penalty against Chelsea, so he does his best to welcome him whenever he needs him, even when he's half dead, like this night. Hinti slips under the blanket, David understands that it's not a discussion that will fix his situation, so he lies down next to him under the blanket, and looks him straight in the eyes. Martin says nothing but David can read the pain in his eyes, he breathes from the nose before inviting him to come in his arms. He's reassured to see that the Austrian has no animosity towards him regarding the defeat, to the point where he accepts to come in his arms and put his head on his chest.

David no longer feels asleep now that memories of the game have returned, but that also seems to be the case for Martin, so he decides to take his courage in both hands and put his lips to the other defender's forehead. He doesn't know if it's a reflex from his previous relationships, but he did it, and Hinti doesn't seem to want to react. Or he's afraid of him because of that. David feels a lump forming in his throat, maybe he just fucked up with his teammate because he's just too tired and sad... But everything disappears in his mind when he feels Martin raise his head to put his lips on his. Oh. It wasn't planned at all. He didn't even think that the Austrian could have anything to do with men in general. David wants to turn on the light and ask him right in the eyes if he really wanted to do it, if it wasn't just a false movement, but he can only answer the kiss by holding Hinti stronger against him (with the risk to crush him a rib or two).

David wants to look him straight in his beautiful light blue eyes, he wants to feel Martin's hands on him, he wants to touch his face again and again and feel the places where the matches have left marks, he wants to run his hands through Hinti's blond hair who makes him rejuvenate again and again over the months. David wants to have Martin all to himself tonight. He doesn't want to ruminate on a stupid game where luck was against them, he doesn't want to think about his future retirement, or the defeat against the person he hates the most on Earth. He doesn't want to think about anything, except Martin himself, and Martin only. Hinteregger gets out of the pressure of his arms to push him onto the bed, David lets him do it, because he thinks he has understood, but not entirely. Hinti kisses his lips again, before removing his t-shirt and sending his boxers to join it, David doesn't control a blush to take possession of his cheeks while he then feels the fingers of the Austrian slide his own shorts. Oh... He doesn't have the strength to know what to do in this situation, so he leaves the shadow that he barely sees of Hinti on him doing what he wants, David can only feel him, but it's enough.