Lightning Doesn't Strike the Same Place Twice
Football RPS, Stevie/Xabi, PG-13
100 words
I do not own these boys.
Barcelona.
It hangs over their heads like an impending execution. The Newcastle loss was their trial, their sentencing, and they don’t have the chance for an appeal.
Steven and Xabi stand in a dark hallway, their minds on things other than hands trailing over bodies. “It’ll be okay,” Xabi forces out, the words heavy with a lack of belief. “It’ll be just like-”
Steven presses his lips hard against Xabi’s, swallowing the word he knew was coming. “I don’t think it will ever be like that again.”
(They’re waiting for fierce determination - faith - to take hold and carry them along.)