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Eyes Closed [Andy Murray/Novak Djokovic] [PG] [1/1]

Title: Eyes Closed
Pairing: Andy Murray/Novak Djokovic, kinda.
Rating: PG
Summary: Novak asks Andy to close his eyes...and to trust him.
Word Count: 1,575
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: Rusty. So fucking rusty 



“Close your eyes.” You stop walking and then give Novak a confused look. He hadn’t spoken a word in quite some time and not only were you startled by the sudden outburst (for he sounded quite enthusiastic) but also by the words themselves. You’re currently somewhere, in some street you don’t know the name of, in some European city where you happen to be playing the same tournament. A very common scenario, you tell yourself. Names aren’t really that much of a big deal. “Come on,” he insists.

You look around. It’s still early in the night and the street is fairly crowded. Surely, people are minding their own businesses, but you know that with any strange occurrence that could quickly change. And you’re more than sure that a strange occurrence could happen with Novak around, and with his request... “Are you insane? No.” You don’t even need to hear what he’s up to; you’re still going to have to stay in that city for a couple of days (whether you lose your second round match or not, you’re still staying) and you wish to do so quietly and without hearing any references of whatever crazy thing Novak tricked you into doing. You continue walking, this time at a faster pace.

“God, Andy. You’re so boring!” You roll your eyes when you hear his remark. That’s nothing new. “Just do it. It’ll be fun, I promise.” You stop walking again and pretend to consider what he’s asking you to do. “Really.” He smiles at you. His teeth are hidden behind his tightly pressed lips, a rather forced smile if you say so yourself. You know he’d prefer to grin, but you also know that a grin would easily give away his intentions for you to close your eyes.

Yeah, you like telling yourself that you know quite a lot about him. More than he probably thinks you do.

“No way,” you say sharply and, once again, you start walking. Shortly after, you hear Novak let out a frustrated sigh. “What for, anyway?” You curse inwards as soon as your question is out. That ‘no way’ was supposed to mark the end of the discussion!

“Oh, nothing.” Novak sounds a little offended, but you know it really isn’t so. “Obviously, you don’t trust me.” And obviously, he also knows quite a lot about you. He knows what buttons to press to get the desired reaction. In this case, you not dropping the issue and later on agreeing to whatever he demands.

“Tell me.” You decide to not say anything about his last sentence because you know that he’s not trying to start a fight here. He’s just trying to convince you to do something and so, you won’t get distracted by little misleading details.

“Close your eyes. That’s all you have to do.” Once again, you give him a confused look. “Do you trust me?” There’s nothing to be confused about with that question; you immediately nod. “Then, close your eyes.” It seems like you don’t have another choice.

You stop walking and he stands right next to you. You stare into his eyes and after getting the reassurance you were looking for, you sigh and then close your eyes. “Okay, what now?” Even though you know you’re still standing in the same place, in that same street, in that same city, you get the feeling you’re elsewhere. You start to feel a little anxious, but you tell yourself to calm down. After all, Novak is right there. Right? “Nole?”

“Okay, now we're going to walk.” You open your eyes. “Urgh, but close your eyes, Andy!”

“Nole, I don’t think this is a good idea...” You start; you’re not exactly sure of why you’re so insecure about this idea.

“What, you think I’m going to let you walk past a red light or something? Come on, Andy.” You know that he’s not going to do that. You know you can fully trust him, you know that he’s going to take care of you...so, what’s holding you back? You take a deep breath and close your eyes. “Good. Now, take my arm...”

“Take your arm? I’m sure I can do just fine with your instructions.” You don’t want to look totally helpless, not only to him but to the rest of the people on the streets watching. “Let’s go.” Of course, before finally closing your eyes you got a good look of the street and saw that there wasn’t any traffic light nearby. The street was long and very safe looking.

“Oh, Andy...if you say so...” You can tell that he’s started walking, so you start to follow his voice. Your steps are slightly hesitant, but you try to keep your composure, try to pretend your eyes are still open and everything is just as it should. “Careful with...” Before he can finish whatever he’s going to say, your shin hits something. It wasn’t a hard hit, but because you weren’t expecting it, it did hurt a little. “...the little fence. And there’s a trash bin coming up in your way, so...”

You rub on your shin and then move a little to the left, closer to Novak and farer away from the fence. “Let’s go,” you say stubbornly. You hear Novak chuckle and that maddens you a little and at the same time encourages you to keep on rejecting his help. “You better tell me sooner before I run into something or fall into something.”

“Yes, yes...” You can tell that he’s way ahead from you and instantly start to walk faster...which makes you run into someone.

“I’m very sorry!” You say quickly but that doesn’t stop the girl you ran into to curse (or at least that sounded like a curse) under her breath.

“You didn’t tell me to tell you if you were going to run into someone...”

“Urgh, fine, Novak! Come back!” It pains you how quickly you ran out of patience. Even though your eyes are still closed, you know that Novak has a triumphant grin on his face. He grabs your arm and intertwines it with his. “Happy?”

“Very. Now let’s go.”

---

It took you a couple of minutes (a couple of ten minutes, actually) to finally walk with the same confidence you did when with your eyes open. At first you were only holding onto Novak’s arm loosely, trying to pretend that you didn’t really need his help. However, you were forced to hold on tighter since Novak seemed to ‘forget’ about telling you about the sidewalk ending or starting. After your second stumble, which almost made you fall flat on your face, you decided to just give up. You sighed in defeat and just accepted his help. Along with that, he started to tell you more about where you were walking.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been walking like this, but you have to admit that it feels nice. It doesn’t matter that you really aren’t having a conversation; actually you feel like you’re sharing more this way than you would if you were talking. And you’re not bored.

He feels warm and you feel as if your jacket is really unnecessary. You wish you could take it off, but it’s not that much of an unpleasant feeling. Besides, you don’t want to break this moment. Regardless of how you had felt from the very beginning, now you feel very comfortable. You feel very secure and confident. You know that Novak is taking care of you so you don’t need to worry about anything.

And you have to say that feeling this carefree has to be one of the best feelings in the world.

Everyday there is something you have to take care of, there’s something you have to do, there is something you have to worry about. But in this exact moment, you don’t. At all.

You just have to walk.

You smile. You slowly loosen the grip you have on his arm and grab his hand instead. Judging by the almost absolute silence that surrounds you, you know that not many or any people are around and therefore the fact that you’re holding hands shouldn’t matter.

And since he doesn’t let go of your hand, you guess you’re right.

---

“And, we’re here. You can open your eyes.” You’re a little hesitant at the beginning; you had already grown used to having your eyes closed. “Really.”

When you open your eyes, you get a glimpse of the entrance of the hotel you’re staying in before quickly closing your eyes again. The lights are too strong. “I had no idea we were coming back.” You start to rub your eyes, trying to somehow get used to the brightness again. “I thought we were going somewhere else.” It hadn’t felt like you had walked that much, and as far as you remembered, your hotel wasn’t that close from the restaurant where you had dinner.

“Maybe we would’ve if it wasn’t because someone has a match tomorrow.” He gives you an annoyed look, to which you answer with a blank stare. “Maybe some other time.”

“Yeah...hey, how about we do the same thing tomorrow? I can be the one guiding you!” You try to sound innocent and not like you’re planning to get some revenge for the way he had acted from the beginning.

But of course he can see past your innocent smile. “Pfft, no way.”


The End
I don’t know. I wanted to write this, it didn’t turn out like I wanted it to but whatever.