Three Drabbles; Team of Choice: Inter
Title: Viola
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Character: Zdravko Kuzmanovic
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: Three more very odd, transportation-written for the lovely promptress roadtoharmony.
Purple was such an awkward color, lacking the fierceness of red, the serene confidence of blue; even the uncompromising wrongness of pink had more charm. He knew purple once signified royalty, but that never made much of a difference to him -- he was a footballer, not a king.
But now, finally, he understood. Playing in an away ground in front of a sea of purple; going home to celebrate before people with purple actually running through their veins; feeling their fierce pride in the color.
Today he was home, wearing something else, but the purple was there in his heart. At last.
Title: Morning
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Pairing: Ederson/Hugo Lloris
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lies.
Goosebumps rose on Hugo's skin and he shivered delightedly, raising his chin to provide better access to his neck. Eyes still closed, he felt the Brazilian's lips form a smile; a hand moved across his chest, and Eder's mouth traced a lazy path against his skin.
Hugo groaned appreciatively without opening his eyes. "You need to get up, Eder. You have a plane to catch." Eder's only response was to throw a leg across Hugo's body and drag his teeth along his jawline. Hugo groaned expansively and arched into his mouth, pulling Eder into him and forgetting the rest of the world.
Title: Confession
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Pairing: Sebastien Frey/Matteo Sereni
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: The match in question in the Torino-Fiorentina match last weekend, in which Sereni was impossibly good.
"I didn't!"
"You did, I could hear it in your voice."
Backed against a(nother) wall, Sebastian groaned in frustration as Matteo's hand stilled, an unreadable expression on his face. Sebastien rocked against him, so Matteo removed the hand entirely, instead letting his fingers play with uncharacteristic delicacy across Sebastien's torso, waiting.
"Ok, fine. Yes. I jerked off to the match. But only the first half, when you ... and the end."
Matteo's face changed in a way that made Sebastien even harder. "Do you do that a lot?" Sebastian gasped and nodded as Matteo's hand wrapped around him again.
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Character: Zdravko Kuzmanovic
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: Three more very odd, transportation-written for the lovely promptress roadtoharmony.
Purple was such an awkward color, lacking the fierceness of red, the serene confidence of blue; even the uncompromising wrongness of pink had more charm. He knew purple once signified royalty, but that never made much of a difference to him -- he was a footballer, not a king.
But now, finally, he understood. Playing in an away ground in front of a sea of purple; going home to celebrate before people with purple actually running through their veins; feeling their fierce pride in the color.
Today he was home, wearing something else, but the purple was there in his heart. At last.
Title: Morning
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Pairing: Ederson/Hugo Lloris
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lies.
Goosebumps rose on Hugo's skin and he shivered delightedly, raising his chin to provide better access to his neck. Eyes still closed, he felt the Brazilian's lips form a smile; a hand moved across his chest, and Eder's mouth traced a lazy path against his skin.
Hugo groaned appreciatively without opening his eyes. "You need to get up, Eder. You have a plane to catch." Eder's only response was to throw a leg across Hugo's body and drag his teeth along his jawline. Hugo groaned expansively and arched into his mouth, pulling Eder into him and forgetting the rest of the world.
Title: Confession
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Pairing: Sebastien Frey/Matteo Sereni
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: The match in question in the Torino-Fiorentina match last weekend, in which Sereni was impossibly good.
"I didn't!"
"You did, I could hear it in your voice."
Backed against a(nother) wall, Sebastian groaned in frustration as Matteo's hand stilled, an unreadable expression on his face. Sebastien rocked against him, so Matteo removed the hand entirely, instead letting his fingers play with uncharacteristic delicacy across Sebastien's torso, waiting.
"Ok, fine. Yes. I jerked off to the match. But only the first half, when you ... and the end."
Matteo's face changed in a way that made Sebastien even harder. "Do you do that a lot?" Sebastian gasped and nodded as Matteo's hand wrapped around him again.