Two Drabbles; Team of Choice: Inter
Title: Disbelief
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch(ed in the head)
Pairing: Bobo Vieri/Pippo Inzaghi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lies.
Warning: Sweet Years content. Horrible fashion ahead.
He woke (not for the first time) to the sound of exasperated muttering, and the soft impact of ... clothing landing on his head (that was new). He lay still for a long moment (enjoying the strange peace of his tshirt cave), but finally gave in. "Pippo." His voice was muffled, so he tried again. "PIPPO." Even through the mountain of (high-quality) cotton, he could hear the muttering stop, then the inevitable sigh.
"Come back to bed."
Silence.
Now it was his turn to sigh. "I've told you before, if you won't wear Sweet Years, bring your own damn clothes."
Title: Leadership
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Character: Dejan Stankovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: For roadtoharmony
What really bothered him was that all it took was a voice; a few words, and he gave in entirely. ("Capitano," he sneered, and Dejan almost moaned.) For the sake of his ego, he pretended he could resist that word, dripping with disgust, but they both knew he'd lost the battle long ago. (Every time Dejan put on the armband, he thought about him; imagined those eyes on him, and fought for control.)
"Capitano." he sneered, and Dejan dropped to his knees, welcoming in the rough (so exquisitely rough) hand in his hair, grateful that it left him no choice.
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch(ed in the head)
Pairing: Bobo Vieri/Pippo Inzaghi
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lies.
Warning: Sweet Years content. Horrible fashion ahead.
He woke (not for the first time) to the sound of exasperated muttering, and the soft impact of ... clothing landing on his head (that was new). He lay still for a long moment (enjoying the strange peace of his tshirt cave), but finally gave in. "Pippo." His voice was muffled, so he tried again. "PIPPO." Even through the mountain of (high-quality) cotton, he could hear the muttering stop, then the inevitable sigh.
"Come back to bed."
Silence.
Now it was his turn to sigh. "I've told you before, if you won't wear Sweet Years, bring your own damn clothes."
Title: Leadership
Author: great_whatsit
Team of choice: Inter
Prompt: Touch
Character: Dejan Stankovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: For roadtoharmony
What really bothered him was that all it took was a voice; a few words, and he gave in entirely. ("Capitano," he sneered, and Dejan almost moaned.) For the sake of his ego, he pretended he could resist that word, dripping with disgust, but they both knew he'd lost the battle long ago. (Every time Dejan put on the armband, he thought about him; imagined those eyes on him, and fought for control.)
"Capitano." he sneered, and Dejan dropped to his knees, welcoming in the rough (so exquisitely rough) hand in his hair, grateful that it left him no choice.