Secret Adventures In A Hotel Room
From the dark haired man’s confidence the Spaniard figured that this wasn’t the goalkeeper’s first secret adventure in a hotel. He didn’t care though. All that he cared about were the Italians skilful hands on his back, his belly and those delicious lips that wandered on his neck.
Something woke him. For a moment the pale boy wondered, what could have waken him from his dreams. And then he heard a snore from somewhere next to him. Torres listened to the noises Buffon made disbelieving his bad luck. He didn’t sleep well that night.
No one from the Italy’s national team knew, what made their goalkeeper stay in Austria after the game they lost. Everyone else was so busy to get back to their homeland that they didn’t even bother to ask him about it. Not that he would have answered truthfully if anyone had bothered. But he himself knew that certain Fernando had something to do with it.
It was easy for Gianluigi to recognise Nando from the other Spanish players. Without even looking at the numbers on the players’ back, it was easy to tell which one was the striker due to his blond hair.
He couldn’t explain the second night they spent together with the goalkeeper’s blue mood, but he couldn’t find any other reason why he was again listening to the other man’s snoring. He watched how Gigi’s chest moved as he was in deep sleep and didn’t sleep at all that night.
Something woke him. For a moment the pale boy wondered, what could have waken him from his dreams. And then he heard a snore from somewhere next to him. Torres listened to the noises Buffon made disbelieving his bad luck. He didn’t sleep well that night.
No one from the Italy’s national team knew, what made their goalkeeper stay in Austria after the game they lost. Everyone else was so busy to get back to their homeland that they didn’t even bother to ask him about it. Not that he would have answered truthfully if anyone had bothered. But he himself knew that certain Fernando had something to do with it.
It was easy for Gianluigi to recognise Nando from the other Spanish players. Without even looking at the numbers on the players’ back, it was easy to tell which one was the striker due to his blond hair.
He couldn’t explain the second night they spent together with the goalkeeper’s blue mood, but he couldn’t find any other reason why he was again listening to the other man’s snoring. He watched how Gigi’s chest moved as he was in deep sleep and didn’t sleep at all that night.