Repost of drabbles written for the drabble challenge April 2006
Right, so I did this writing challenge over at benitle the other day and thought I should repost here what I wrote. Divided into two entries, one for footballslash, one for Supernatural. 
Danny Murphy/Stevie Gerrard
Written for rwrockdj, Untitled [2]
“Hi Danny.”
“How did you know I’m calling?”
Stevie laughs, shrugs though he knows Danny can’t see him on the other end of the line.
“Guess, it rings differently.”
Now it’s Danny to laugh, “I bet it does.”
The conversation goes like it usually does. “How are you doing?” and “What have you been up to?” leading to “I miss you.”
It’s been that way ever since Danny left and Stevie wouldn’t want the conversations to go differently.
“Call again soon.”
“I will…though…Steven, next time, if you know it’s me, don’t be an arse but pick up the phone quickly.”
Christoph Metzelder/Sebastian Kehl
Written for ninamalfoy, Untitled [3]
“We can’t do this here.”
“Why?”
“If anyone comes in…”
“I don’t care.”
“Very charming, Metze.”
It only earns Kelly a warm smirk and another hard shove against the locker. It’s not that he doesn’t want Metze’s hands on his body rightfuckingnow, his lips against his throat, that slick tongue running up and down his neck.
But what if anyone finds them here?
Saying it wouldn’t be good is the understatement of the century.
“Come on! I need you.”
When Metze presses against him again, he can feel said need, hard against his own stirring cock.
Argh, screw everyone else.
Paulo/Tiago
Written for blackdracaena, Untitled [4]
“Missed you” is the first thing said when they meet again. It’s said with smiles, embraces, but no words.
There’s no need.
Two men, understanding each other, after years of growing together, closer.
Intimate.
When they meet again under the Portuguese sun, Tiago understands what it was that made his insides go weak, thinking about the gathering up of the National Team.
Not the football.
Paulo smiles.
It’s been the same for him, ever since they separated months back. The longing for touches, kisses, that cannot be stilled through phone sex.
“Finally,” he thinks, pulling Tiago close for another hug.
Deco/Ronnie
Written for magull, Untitled [5]
Funny how home can be found in places so different from it, whereas it couldn’t be found in Portugal.
Despite living there all those years he never spoke like them, lived like them. Sometimes he just couldn’t help but feel like a foreigner, even when looking at his Portuguese passport.
Now he found it in the man who’s lying next to him, snoring softly. The man who’d rather say “você” instead of “tu”, just like they do at home.
Months ago, Deco would have laughed if someone told him that he’d find home in Barcelona, Spain. Now? He believes it.
Cesc/Luis
Written for lost_loon, Untitled [6]
“You had a good match.”
“Thanks, I guess so,” Luis smiles, smiles at the fact that he just scored his first ever hattrick for the National Team.
Everyone congratulated him afterwards. It feels nice.
Cesc triples excitedly in front of Luis. He bites his lips, licking them the next moment. From underneath his lashes he sees Luis grin.
“I think,” Luis seduces, pushing the younger man on one of the beds of the shared hotel room, “I think, I deserve a reward.”
“I think,” Cesc grins in return, spreading his eager thighs, “I think, I should give it to you.”
Xabi Alonso/Luis García
Written for siriuslysorry, Untitled [7]
Luis wanders through Melwood, remembering his first time here, the insecurity and how he hated everything that was new. He looks around the dressing room, the media room, the modern lounge where they hang out to watch matches together or chill out.
Everything that has become so familiar by now.
And then, there’s the physio’s room. Luis smirks.
The room Xabi and he kissed for the first time, over there, half-lying on the table, hard and passionate. Luis can’t recall who initiated it, all that matters is that they both loved it, repeating it often ever since.
Luis likes Melwood.
In case anyone’s interested, second part (Supernatural fandom) can be found here.
Danny Murphy/Stevie Gerrard
Written for rwrockdj, Untitled [2]
“Hi Danny.”
“How did you know I’m calling?”
Stevie laughs, shrugs though he knows Danny can’t see him on the other end of the line.
“Guess, it rings differently.”
Now it’s Danny to laugh, “I bet it does.”
The conversation goes like it usually does. “How are you doing?” and “What have you been up to?” leading to “I miss you.”
It’s been that way ever since Danny left and Stevie wouldn’t want the conversations to go differently.
“Call again soon.”
“I will…though…Steven, next time, if you know it’s me, don’t be an arse but pick up the phone quickly.”
Christoph Metzelder/Sebastian Kehl
Written for ninamalfoy, Untitled [3]
“We can’t do this here.”
“Why?”
“If anyone comes in…”
“I don’t care.”
“Very charming, Metze.”
It only earns Kelly a warm smirk and another hard shove against the locker. It’s not that he doesn’t want Metze’s hands on his body rightfuckingnow, his lips against his throat, that slick tongue running up and down his neck.
But what if anyone finds them here?
Saying it wouldn’t be good is the understatement of the century.
“Come on! I need you.”
When Metze presses against him again, he can feel said need, hard against his own stirring cock.
Argh, screw everyone else.
Paulo/Tiago
Written for blackdracaena, Untitled [4]
“Missed you” is the first thing said when they meet again. It’s said with smiles, embraces, but no words.
There’s no need.
Two men, understanding each other, after years of growing together, closer.
Intimate.
When they meet again under the Portuguese sun, Tiago understands what it was that made his insides go weak, thinking about the gathering up of the National Team.
Not the football.
Paulo smiles.
It’s been the same for him, ever since they separated months back. The longing for touches, kisses, that cannot be stilled through phone sex.
“Finally,” he thinks, pulling Tiago close for another hug.
Deco/Ronnie
Written for magull, Untitled [5]
Funny how home can be found in places so different from it, whereas it couldn’t be found in Portugal.
Despite living there all those years he never spoke like them, lived like them. Sometimes he just couldn’t help but feel like a foreigner, even when looking at his Portuguese passport.
Now he found it in the man who’s lying next to him, snoring softly. The man who’d rather say “você” instead of “tu”, just like they do at home.
Months ago, Deco would have laughed if someone told him that he’d find home in Barcelona, Spain. Now? He believes it.
Cesc/Luis
Written for lost_loon, Untitled [6]
“You had a good match.”
“Thanks, I guess so,” Luis smiles, smiles at the fact that he just scored his first ever hattrick for the National Team.
Everyone congratulated him afterwards. It feels nice.
Cesc triples excitedly in front of Luis. He bites his lips, licking them the next moment. From underneath his lashes he sees Luis grin.
“I think,” Luis seduces, pushing the younger man on one of the beds of the shared hotel room, “I think, I deserve a reward.”
“I think,” Cesc grins in return, spreading his eager thighs, “I think, I should give it to you.”
Xabi Alonso/Luis García
Written for siriuslysorry, Untitled [7]
Luis wanders through Melwood, remembering his first time here, the insecurity and how he hated everything that was new. He looks around the dressing room, the media room, the modern lounge where they hang out to watch matches together or chill out.
Everything that has become so familiar by now.
And then, there’s the physio’s room. Luis smirks.
The room Xabi and he kissed for the first time, over there, half-lying on the table, hard and passionate. Luis can’t recall who initiated it, all that matters is that they both loved it, repeating it often ever since.
Luis likes Melwood.
In case anyone’s interested, second part (Supernatural fandom) can be found here.