Title: Flying High Author: snapelike Pairing: Alberto Contador/Andy Schleck RPS (Oh, yes. I did it.) Word count: 333 Notes: Happy birthday, and happy transition, my darling. Summary: Caught in the midst of doping accusations, Alberto Contador gets a visit from his friend. (And there's a pic, too.)
Flying High
'Did you take it?' Angrily, Andy places his hands on the wall, one on each side of Alberto's surprised face. 'Did you use clenbuterol?'
Alberto bites his lip, insecurely. Somehow all the fighting spirit has left him. He's so tired of this; so tired of the suspicion, of the accusations. 'Does it matter?' he asks quietly. He refuses to confirm what is behind the lies: that he actually was as stupid as that - taking things he should never have touched.
'Yeah. It matters.' Andy steps closer, close enough for Alberto to feel his hard body against his. 'Because if you're so set on drugging yourself, I can give you something that is better. Much, much better.'
Alberto looks up into his friend's eyes. They're grey with anger. More than anything, that tells him what a fool he's been. 'But you don't do-'
'I'm not talking about doping, idiot. Or at least not about medication.' Andy's one hand has sneaked its way around Alberto's nape. His fingers rest there, quiet, but steel hard.
'Then what are you talking about? Alberto has never seen Andy behave like this before. 'I'm not... I don't... I am not taking anything, ever again.'
Andy's smile returns, small and terse. 'No, you're not. Because I'll give you something that will make you fly... all by yourself.'
Slightly relived and very puzzled, Alberto doesn't say anything, he just looks at Andy questioningly. Andy moves, and there, suddenly, with a body hard not just from tense muscles and anger pressed flush to his, Alberto realises what Andy means.
'Oh,' he breathes, his lips half open. Enough to make it look like an invitation.
That night, Alberto flies higher than he has ever done, above the crest of Port de Bales, miles higher than the summit of Mont Ventoux.
And when morning comes and the soft sun and the soft smile that Andy sends him are almost inseparable, Alberto finds that victories might be won in other ways than one.
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And just to ruin things:
The day after...
Plz to be ignoring the faulty chronology and the unlikely event that dear Contador would actually be in a race like this, had he been found guilty...