Three Drabbles; Team: AC Milan
Title: Games
Author: censorthiis
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Caution
Pairing: Fernando Gago/Gonzalo Higuaín
Rating: R
“Uh-uh,” Fernando denies, slapping Gonzalo’s hands away then grasping his wrists to pin them overhead. He wriggles seductively, leans in and says with a teasing smile against his friend’s lips, “remember the rules?”
Gonzalo squirms, groaning, “Can’t-even-remember-my-ohh!-name.” Remember yours though: Fuck you, Gago.
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They have weekly games. It started innocently enough-poker night with the boys or a bet on the weekend’s match. Somehow they’ve become more and more private, however, and…well, it’s Fernando’s turn to play host tonight.
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“Pipita,” Fernando whispers triumphantly, “and we agreed: you can look but you can’t touch.”
Title: Eighteen Months
Author: censorthiis
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Caution
Pairing: N/A; Character is Michael Bradley
Rating: G
Michael thinks his heart is pumping harder than ever the moment he hears the whistle’s high pitch and the ref is making his way over, a hand reaching inside his pocket. He realizes that he had gone into the challenge with a little too much enthusiasm-but that’s just it, and they need his effort right now. They…the other ten on the field and then some more on the bench. They’ve been with each other for so long now; just a while longer-they deserve it. And he doesn’t deserve this. Yellow, the decision is made, and that’s just it.
Title: Half Time
Author: censorthiis
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Caution
Pairing: Sal Zizzo/Tony Beltran
Rating: G
“1-1 is okay, boys,” Thomas says during half time while some exchange their rain-soaked shirts for dry ones and others simply listen intently. “They’re seeing more of the ball than we are though, so get in it, push forward and mind the turf. The rain should be letting up now; we…”
Tony allows his attention to drift off mid-instruction, an odd look on his face, and all are too busy to notice-all except for Sal, who glances over as he pulls on a fresh jersey then reaches out to give his roommate’s hand a squeeze.
“Goal wasn’t your fault.”
Author: censorthiis
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Caution
Pairing: Fernando Gago/Gonzalo Higuaín
Rating: R
“Uh-uh,” Fernando denies, slapping Gonzalo’s hands away then grasping his wrists to pin them overhead. He wriggles seductively, leans in and says with a teasing smile against his friend’s lips, “remember the rules?”
Gonzalo squirms, groaning, “Can’t-even-remember-my-ohh!-name.” Remember yours though: Fuck you, Gago.
-
They have weekly games. It started innocently enough-poker night with the boys or a bet on the weekend’s match. Somehow they’ve become more and more private, however, and…well, it’s Fernando’s turn to play host tonight.
-
“Pipita,” Fernando whispers triumphantly, “and we agreed: you can look but you can’t touch.”
Title: Eighteen Months
Author: censorthiis
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Caution
Pairing: N/A; Character is Michael Bradley
Rating: G
Michael thinks his heart is pumping harder than ever the moment he hears the whistle’s high pitch and the ref is making his way over, a hand reaching inside his pocket. He realizes that he had gone into the challenge with a little too much enthusiasm-but that’s just it, and they need his effort right now. They…the other ten on the field and then some more on the bench. They’ve been with each other for so long now; just a while longer-they deserve it. And he doesn’t deserve this. Yellow, the decision is made, and that’s just it.
Title: Half Time
Author: censorthiis
Team of Choice: AC Milan
Prompt: Caution
Pairing: Sal Zizzo/Tony Beltran
Rating: G
“1-1 is okay, boys,” Thomas says during half time while some exchange their rain-soaked shirts for dry ones and others simply listen intently. “They’re seeing more of the ball than we are though, so get in it, push forward and mind the turf. The rain should be letting up now; we…”
Tony allows his attention to drift off mid-instruction, an odd look on his face, and all are too busy to notice-all except for Sal, who glances over as he pulls on a fresh jersey then reaches out to give his roommate’s hand a squeeze.
“Goal wasn’t your fault.”