three drabbles; team of choice: ac milan
Title: Prayer
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Luis Figo/Dejan Stankovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: for bustedflush
The room is sterile. It is impeccable.
This is neither. This is dirty, and wrong, and perfect. The hand in his hair tightens painfully, his neck twists back, exposing the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Luis doesn't admit to himself that he has begged for this, doesn't admit to himself that it is what he needs right now, to chase away the feeling of growing too old to be cared about. If his body can obey Dejan's orders, it should have no trouble obeying his own commands.
God, he had better not be lying to himself.
Title: Pictures
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Gennaro Gattuso/Andrea Pirlo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
To those close to them it does not come as much of a surprise that it is actually Rino who worries more. He never tells anyone when his heart is breaking because he sees what the future might hold - something inside him stops him from voicing his concerns when someone is around. Anyone but Andrea. Now he only eyes the pictures laid out on the floor before him. Pictures that show both of them, goofing around, being drunk, deciding that Athens is the most perfect city after Berlin. He buries his concerns under layers of vain hopes and firm belief.
Title: It's not summer yet.
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Christian Vieri/Filippo Inzaghi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Pippo lies under two blankets, still shivering, and Christian doesn't know what else to do other than bringing him another cup of tea. (It's fennel - he never liked it, but his mother would declare it cure for many a pain, so why not try?)
"I am pretty sure this is your fault, Bobo."
"You are lying. It was your idea to go swimming tonight."
"It was warm."
"That was twelve hours ago."
"You should have known."
"I -- what?"
"Hhmpf," Pippo only hears what he wants to hear. "If that's fennel I'm going to cry."
Bobo rolls his eyes.
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Luis Figo/Dejan Stankovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: for bustedflush
The room is sterile. It is impeccable.
This is neither. This is dirty, and wrong, and perfect. The hand in his hair tightens painfully, his neck twists back, exposing the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Luis doesn't admit to himself that he has begged for this, doesn't admit to himself that it is what he needs right now, to chase away the feeling of growing too old to be cared about. If his body can obey Dejan's orders, it should have no trouble obeying his own commands.
God, he had better not be lying to himself.
Title: Pictures
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Gennaro Gattuso/Andrea Pirlo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
To those close to them it does not come as much of a surprise that it is actually Rino who worries more. He never tells anyone when his heart is breaking because he sees what the future might hold - something inside him stops him from voicing his concerns when someone is around. Anyone but Andrea. Now he only eyes the pictures laid out on the floor before him. Pictures that show both of them, goofing around, being drunk, deciding that Athens is the most perfect city after Berlin. He buries his concerns under layers of vain hopes and firm belief.
Title: It's not summer yet.
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Christian Vieri/Filippo Inzaghi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Pippo lies under two blankets, still shivering, and Christian doesn't know what else to do other than bringing him another cup of tea. (It's fennel - he never liked it, but his mother would declare it cure for many a pain, so why not try?)
"I am pretty sure this is your fault, Bobo."
"You are lying. It was your idea to go swimming tonight."
"It was warm."
"That was twelve hours ago."
"You should have known."
"I -- what?"
"Hhmpf," Pippo only hears what he wants to hear. "If that's fennel I'm going to cry."
Bobo rolls his eyes.