#I would love to know

[f1amboyant]

Training Season

Charles had always liked football just fine. He played as a kid in the schoolyard with his classmates and was as bad at it as everyone else but laughed all the same. Then… Well, then he couldn’t really play anymore, but he still watched the games on TV and followed the big international events. He liked it just fine. But now. Now Charles was rethinking his love for the sport entirely. Come to think of it, he might actually love football. For his son, of course. And not at all for the coach running from one end of the pitch to the other with wild hair and high cheekbones tinted pink, short shorts and muscular hairy legs and an ass that–

OR: Single dad Charles takes his son to football practice and falls in love with the unfraily handsome coach: Carlos. Also, he may have a lot of trauma to work on, but who has the time?

explicit ~ 50k ~ AU, fluff and angst, trauma, mpreg, so much fluffffff

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Charles had always liked football just fine. He played as a kid in the schoolyard with his classmates and was as bad at it as everyone else but laughed all the same. Then… Well, then he couldn’t really play anymore, but he still watched the games on TV and followed the big international events. He liked it just fine.

But now. Now Charles was rethinking his love for the sport entirely. Come to think of it, he might actually lovefootball.

For his son, of course. 

And not at all for the coach running from one end of the pitch to the other with wild hair and high cheekbones tinted pink, short shorts and muscular hairy legs and an ass that–

“Dad! Dad, did you see this? Dad! Look!”

Charles’ eyes snapped away from the coach’s posterior and settled back on the little boy with sandy hair and a bright red shirt and even brighter blue eyes.

“Did you see?” the boy asked excitedly, jumping on the green in front of the bench where Charles was sitting. “Did you see, Dad?”

“Yes, yes, of course, I saw. You’re doing amazing, Gab!” Charles lied through his teeth with cheeks as red as the shirt his son was wearing.

He didn’t see a thing, too focused on the coach instead of his own son.

Come on, Charles. You’re here for Gabriel, not to ogle the coach.

But to Charles’ defense, the coach was truly something to look at.

Surrounded by a dozen of excited and chaotic children running around everywhere, the man still ran twice as much as them, showing off his football skills. His t-shirt clang to his sweaty skin, hinting at muscular pecs and defined abs. His short shorts hiked up on his thick thighs showing way more than what was decent for Charles’ sanity. And truly he looked like a Greek god running around among mortals, if Charles could say so himself.

“Vamos, vamos, vamos!” the coach shouted, encouraging the children and oh no, Charles thought, was that Spanish? Poor Charles wasn’t ready for a sexy man like this one with an even sexier Spanish accent, no no no.

Charles tried very hard to focus on his son on the pitch. It lasted for half a minute before his gaze found the coach again. And apparently he wasn’t the only one ogling.

“Damn,” a woman sighed longingly behind Charles. “I would let that man do anything he wanted to me.”  

Her friend giggled.

“You are married, Susie,” the friend said. “Leave him for us, single gals, okay?”

Susie laughed and Charles risked a glance back, and yep, sure enough, the two middle-aged women followed the very same coach Charles was drooling over. Weren’t they a little old for him? But before he could ponder if yes or no, and that no, he shouldn’t shame women’s sexuality no matter their age, one of them noticed him.

“Oh, hi!” the one with the platinum square-cut hair said. Charles recognized Susie’s voice. “Sorry about that, dear. We can get a bit carried away with a man like this one. All the football moms are. You should see the group chat.”

She chuckled and Charles tried very hard not to blush.

“Sorry,” she said again, extending a hand. “I’m Susie, by the way.”

He shook her hand.

“I’m Charles. Gabriel is my son.”

“Oh, he’s such a sweet kid. And he looks a lot like you, I should have guessed. I don’t think we’ve seen you here before, though.”

“Busy with work.”

Charles tried (and failed) not to blush.

“Gabriel says you build houses,” Susan ventured carefully.

“I’m an architect.”

“Close enough,” she said with the knowing smile of a mother. “I'm Jack's mom, by the way. There’s a little gathering after practice next week. All the parents are invited to bring snacks and drinks. You’re probably busy but if you want, you are more than welcome to come. Gabriel’s mom, too.”

“Oh, it’s just me and Gab,” Charles mumbled but his shy reply was swallowed by the whistle ringing high in his ears and a cacophony of young voices heading straight for the stands and the changing rooms.

An armful of eight years old suddenly tackled him and Charles picked up his son, embracing sweat and dirt and grass and everything.

“Dad! Did you see all my moves? Did you see the goal I scored?”

“I did!”

He did not.

“I’m getting so good! The coach said so! And…”

The little boy babbled away in his dad’s ear as Charles waved a shy goodbye at Susie and the other mom, before going to the car. He risked a last glance at the pitch, but the coach was already gone.

“So, what’s the name of your coach, again?” Charles asked as innocently as he could when Gabriel paused in his incessant babbling just long enough to breathe in the back of the car.

In the rearview mirror, Charles could see the boy’s eyes sparkle at the mention of the coach.

“Carlos!” Gab shouted, grabbing the back of Charles’ seat. “He is so so cool and he is so so good at football. He teaches me all these tricks and…”

Charles smiled softly, listening to his son babble on and on about his favorite coach in the whole world and how talented and nice and funny and great and amazing and super and cool and awesome he was. For a second, Charles’ heart tugged with something like longing. A man, who was so sexy it hurt and so sweet with the kids, it had Charles’ belly in all sorts of little twists.

But no. No no no. Not possible, not happening.

Don’t even think about it, Charlie. That’s how you end up in trouble. These sorts of things never ended well for him.

He clenched his jaw, forced the devilishly handsome Spaniard out of his mind and called to Gabriel.

“We’re eating lasagna, tonight.”

“Oh. Okay,” the boy answered with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

“At Grandma’s,” Charles added and the smile was back on his son’s face.

“Yes!” the kid shouted, bouncing on the backseat happily.

Yeah, Charles could pretend he was hurt by Gabriel’s lack of confidence in his father’s cooking abilities, but truly the boy was right. Anyways, all was normal. Life was good, for Charles’ little family of two. He didn’t need anyone else.

(A little fantasy on the football coach couldn’t hurt, though, right?)

(Right.)

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