Title: Hoeneß' Unwitting Present
Author: stern_suedens 
Team of Choice: Argentina
Characters: Your favourite Bayern Stars
Prompt: Present
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Figment of my own twisted imagination

Background: Last season Bayern Munich spent nights before games, even home games, in a hotel. When Klinsmann came in as new coach, he did away with this practice. ( Read more... )

Both of these were inspired by Sosa's, uh, failed attempt to score a goal in Bayern's match against Schalke on Sunday.
(As well as by a little nudge by ( Read more... )

“My favourite thing”
Martín Demichelis, Class 4-B
3 February, 1989

I love my transistor radio. When everyone thinks I’m sleeping I hide under the covers and turn it on real quiet and listen to football. My Auntie has television but I don’t need it because I know what all the players look like, I’ve seen them in magazines where the nice lady lets ( Read more... )

They say Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
A Brunette Man, he’d never understood why.

At least that’s what he thought.
Before him.

He left him panting, sweating, exhausted; yet already wanting, craving, yearning for him again. And again. And again.

Watching his blonde hair slip between his suntanned fingers, seeing his blonde head bent down ( Read more... )

Title: Unsaid Things
Author: txorakeriak
Team of Choice: Liverpool FC
Prompt: Creative
Characters: Martín Demichelis, José Ernesto Sosa
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard with a weird imagination.

( Unsaid Things )

He senses Micho’s presence, feels his eyes devouring his nakedness.

“You really should try yoga.”

Micho rolls his eyes.

“With all our physical training, it’s important to do something for mental fitness…”

More eye-rolling.

“…yoga is perfect for balance, concentration, focus…”

“… not to mention what it does for your ass.”

( Read more... )

It all depends on perspective, really. You could say he’s well-liked, friendly with the whole team.

Or you could call him a slut.

His affections appear to be fickle - he’s been seen with many, has been photographed often of late with Ribéry; the two chummy, arm in arm.

But here comes a fiery Latin heart that wants to have him for ( Read more... )

Damned pretty boy was at it again. Furtive glances right and left, checking out the referee’s position. Then yet another little jab, this time with his sharp, rather bony elbow.

Demichelis was getting really tired of this particular song and decided to change the station. Didn’t bother looking for who may be watching, disregarded the nearby ( Read more... )

He carefully composes his features, does his best to look bored.

Repeated swallowing can’t keep down the mounting frustration rising from his very core, tasting worse than bile.

He pulls his knees to his chest, cocoons himself in the blanket until only his nose remains visible. Compresses himself into a foetal ball, as if this could protect ( Read more... )

He inhales, tenses every muscle, holds his body stiff as a board; exhales, lowers himself perfectly flat onto his mat. Continuing in a single fluid motion he raises his powerful upper body, lifting his chest and arching his back into the cobra position.

Martín watches Daniel flow through his sun salutation sequence, admiring how seamlessly he ( Read more... )