Four drabbles; Arsenal
Umbrella Disclaimer: Owen Hargreaves may or may not have had ankle surgery in 2000/1 (damn you, Google) but the rest of this is definitely a lie.
1.
Title: Prostrated
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas/Philippe Senderos
Rating: PG
Notes: Oh, to hell with your confusing accented letters, Spanish people, geez! I've just spent a whole hour trying to find out whether it should be Fàbregas or Fábregas... I don't even use it in the drabble!
This was nice, Philippe thought. Cesc, who usually started playing the Playstation irritatingly loudly whenever Philippe settled down with a book, had today collapsed onto the sofa beside him, magazine (Woman's Own, bizarrely) in hand, and started reading. It was nice. Almost...domestic.
For about five minutes.
"She was prostrate with grief," Cesc suddenly, painstakingly, announced. He looked at Philippe expectantly.
"Yes?"
"You said the prostrate was...you know. I don't understand." Philippe fought back the urge to giggle.
"Pros-TATE."
"Yes?"
"Pros-TRATE means lying down. Pros-TATE is...you know."
"Ahh. Come to be prostrate with me and teach me again."
2.
Title: Graceful Predators
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Raúl/Guti/Higuaín
Rating: R
Damn them both. He just wanted to watch this one documentary without them distracting him as they always did so effortlessly - just one hour from them, that was all he'd wanted. Then he'd made the mistake of telling them that.
"José!" Gonzalo actually giggled, though it trailed off into a guttural moan as Guti…did something that registered in Raúl's peripheral vision and dragged his gaze sideways before he refocused on the television, the flash of Gonzalo's long bare limbs stretched across the sofa and Guti's clever fingers burned into his retinas.
"Bite your tongue, baby, you'll disturb Raúl."
Bastards.
3.
Title: Teacher's Pet
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Owen Hargreaves/Sir Alex Ferguson
Rating: PG-13
"Good boy," Ferguson says gruffly, his fingers tracing the small faded scar on Owen's ankle. Owen wonders if he knows how that happened, if he knows the missed games and medical jargon behind every mark on Owen's body, and can't quite decide whether he likes that idea or hates it. Being not just owned, but known as well. He decides, as those possessive hands spread his thighs and pose his malleable body like a doll, that, like the rest, it's just something to get used to.
"Now just...lie there, and let me look at you." Owen can do that.
4.
Title: Go Placidly Amid The Noise And Haste
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Alessandro Del Piero/Gianluigi Buffon
Rating: R
They have this down to an art by now. Every gesture is economical, pared back - it could be just a duty to be through with as quickly and cursorily as possible, if Gigi's big, efficient hands weren't so good at making all thought of relegation and failure and expectations melt away, if Alex didn't know he can trust Gigi to keep him standing when it's all he can do to keep silent. The rasp of Gigi's chin against his temple, the soft dampness of pursed lips, the fact that this isn't just happening after bad matches anymore...it means something.
1.
Title: Prostrated
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas/Philippe Senderos
Rating: PG
Notes: Oh, to hell with your confusing accented letters, Spanish people, geez! I've just spent a whole hour trying to find out whether it should be Fàbregas or Fábregas... I don't even use it in the drabble!
This was nice, Philippe thought. Cesc, who usually started playing the Playstation irritatingly loudly whenever Philippe settled down with a book, had today collapsed onto the sofa beside him, magazine (Woman's Own, bizarrely) in hand, and started reading. It was nice. Almost...domestic.
For about five minutes.
"She was prostrate with grief," Cesc suddenly, painstakingly, announced. He looked at Philippe expectantly.
"Yes?"
"You said the prostrate was...you know. I don't understand." Philippe fought back the urge to giggle.
"Pros-TATE."
"Yes?"
"Pros-TRATE means lying down. Pros-TATE is...you know."
"Ahh. Come to be prostrate with me and teach me again."
2.
Title: Graceful Predators
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Raúl/Guti/Higuaín
Rating: R
Damn them both. He just wanted to watch this one documentary without them distracting him as they always did so effortlessly - just one hour from them, that was all he'd wanted. Then he'd made the mistake of telling them that.
"José!" Gonzalo actually giggled, though it trailed off into a guttural moan as Guti…did something that registered in Raúl's peripheral vision and dragged his gaze sideways before he refocused on the television, the flash of Gonzalo's long bare limbs stretched across the sofa and Guti's clever fingers burned into his retinas.
"Bite your tongue, baby, you'll disturb Raúl."
Bastards.
3.
Title: Teacher's Pet
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Owen Hargreaves/Sir Alex Ferguson
Rating: PG-13
"Good boy," Ferguson says gruffly, his fingers tracing the small faded scar on Owen's ankle. Owen wonders if he knows how that happened, if he knows the missed games and medical jargon behind every mark on Owen's body, and can't quite decide whether he likes that idea or hates it. Being not just owned, but known as well. He decides, as those possessive hands spread his thighs and pose his malleable body like a doll, that, like the rest, it's just something to get used to.
"Now just...lie there, and let me look at you." Owen can do that.
4.
Title: Go Placidly Amid The Noise And Haste
Author: hallucinogenia
Team of Choice: Arsenal
Prompt: Lie
Pairing: Alessandro Del Piero/Gianluigi Buffon
Rating: R
They have this down to an art by now. Every gesture is economical, pared back - it could be just a duty to be through with as quickly and cursorily as possible, if Gigi's big, efficient hands weren't so good at making all thought of relegation and failure and expectations melt away, if Alex didn't know he can trust Gigi to keep him standing when it's all he can do to keep silent. The rasp of Gigi's chin against his temple, the soft dampness of pursed lips, the fact that this isn't just happening after bad matches anymore...it means something.