Title: Kissing In Still Life
Author:
labyrinthicallyTeam of Choice: Manchester United
Prompt: [thirty-three]
Character: Pablo Daniel Osvaldo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
Note: The Azzurrini won the 2008 Toulon Tournament on May 29, beating Chile in the final with a goal by Osvaldo.
The field is slick with rain, and even if the crowds are sparse, they’re still deafening with their screaming support. He can’t stop smiling, screaming, running, even if his teammates are all around after him, trying to catch him. Eventually they do, and they all become a screaming, clinging mass of tension and enthusiasm, everyone cheering and touching and moving in and out of the fluid embrace. He’s lost his hair band, shaken loose, and his celebration is hesitated and then stopped by the other boys. They’re all grinning and then departing, back to the match. It isn’t over yet.
Title: Of All The Voices In The World
Author:
labyrinthicallyTeam of Choice: Manchester United
Prompt: [thirty-three]
Pairing: Hugo Lloris/Ederson
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
Note: Hugo Lloris and Ederson have both moved from OGC Nice to Olympique Lyonnais.
The whole effect is ruined by Eder’s smile. It isn’t a leering grin, instead it’s like his body can’t contain all his joy and it’s being released into a smile. Hugo can’t help but smile back, because they’ll be together again, at the same club, playing and living alongside each other. Eder laughs and kisses him, one hand tightening around his wrists above his head so the other can move down and cup his face. Hugo’s laughing into the kiss too, flexing his wrists in Eder’s grip. Eder groans, leaning his body into Hugo’s against the wall. Hugo’s breath stutters.
Title: A Volcano and Some Ashes
Author:
labyrinthicallyTeam of Choice: Manchester United
Prompt: [thirty-three]
Pairing: Hugo Lloris/Ederson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
Hugo spasms against the hands gripping his hips, against the bonds attaching his wrists to the headboard. He twists, moaning even if he wants to scream. Eder’s pressing his teeth to Hugo’s hip, whispering Portuguese into his skin, and Hugo doesn’t know what he’s saying, but wants to see Eder’s eyes. Eder’s breath moves over his cock, mouth not quite there. Hugo throws his head back, eyes closed, teased and almost keening, wrists straining the handcuffs. Eder’s mouth is on him, hot, wet, and Hugo can’t breathe, would be thrashing if not for the hands holding him down, containing him.