Praise you, Auto Correct!
Title: Praise you, Auto Correct!
Author: littlesumo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: M. Skrtel/M. Kelly
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: Damn You Auto Correct provides me with hours of hilarious entertainment. Yesterday I stumbled upon something, that, while watching football, turned into a little ficlet...
Also, I need a M&M, Kelly or Skrtel icon, but I don't know which one to dispose of for it. Iker maybe. Or the McGuitars...
The pub is already pretty filled when Martin arrives, but he has no problems finding his friends, who are making lots of noise in a corner.
He weaves his way though the crowd, receiving a few slaps on the back from people who recognise him, giving a few back. He is glad that no one tries to engage him in conversation, because although his mood has considerably lifted since the afternoon, he isn't up for any fan talk.
"Kells!"
The bright grinning faces of his friends welcome him and he plops down in a free space on the bench. A beer is pushed in front of him.
"Number One. We've already got you a second one, so drink up, you're behind."
Martin gratefully grabs onto the glass and takes a few big swallows, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat.
When he's done and the glass already more than half empty, he sighs a breath of relief, and places it back into the puddle of condensation on the table. The coasters are currently otherwise engaged by Mark and Tom, who are trying to build a tower with them, that constantly collapses.
Martin shakes his head fondly and leans back, letting the noises of the pub and the conversations of his friends wash over him, relishing that for once nothing here is about football. He knows that sooner or later they'll get to that, his friends are avid football fans after all and always happy to talk about the League and hear what's happening at Melwood. But for now they're talking about their studies and jobs, girlfriends, cars and it's a bit of normalcy in Martin's not normal world (Crazy, exciting, yes, but hardly normal).
A while later he's at the bar, waiting to catch the attention of one of the people behind the tabs, when someone steps up right beside him and from the corner of his eyes he catches sight of an arm full of familiar tattoos.
He turns his body towards Skrtel, smiling slightly. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here."
The Slovak smiles back at him, a smile that is more of a smirk at the edges, and nods. "Was a last minute decision."
Martin finally makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and after raising an eyebrow at Skrtel and receiving a nod, orders them two more beers. When they stand fresh and pearly in front of them, they toast each other and Martin downs this one a bit more slowly than his first.
"How many have you had yet?"
Martin cocks his head to think, then shrugs his shoulder. "Dunno."
It's not like he's a light-weight and loses his ability to think clearly after a few beers, but he hasn't been paying attention to the number of glasses passing through his hands.
"Why? Is that important?"
Skrtel shrugs, shakes his head. "But I guess you had more than five already?"
Martin is confused for a second, wondering what the other is on about, but then he remembers his text conversation of the afternoon and his stomach moves a bit uncomfortably.
"How do you know about that?"
"I have my sources."
There definitely is a smirk on Skrtel's face now and there's a a much more pleasant feeling in Martin's stomach now. A feeling that is creeping lower by the second.
"So, you stand by what you said?"
Martin is still a bit too distracted by that mouth to grasp the meaning immediately, but when he does, he blushes slightly. He tries to cover it by being cocky (although it's probably more flirty).
"I do. But I'm not sure you qualify."
Skrtel takes his beer and places it on the bar, taking the now free hand and presses it to his crotch.
Martin still doesn't know about the "stud" part, but Skrtel is definitely hard.
"And now?" The other's voice is husky and close to his ear.
Martin licks his lips and nods. Definitely sure.
Author: littlesumo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: M. Skrtel/M. Kelly
Disclaimer: This is fiction; not true (probably *g*).
A/N: Damn You Auto Correct provides me with hours of hilarious entertainment. Yesterday I stumbled upon something, that, while watching football, turned into a little ficlet...
Also, I need a M&M, Kelly or Skrtel icon, but I don't know which one to dispose of for it. Iker maybe. Or the McGuitars...
The pub is already pretty filled when Martin arrives, but he has no problems finding his friends, who are making lots of noise in a corner.
He weaves his way though the crowd, receiving a few slaps on the back from people who recognise him, giving a few back. He is glad that no one tries to engage him in conversation, because although his mood has considerably lifted since the afternoon, he isn't up for any fan talk.
"Kells!"
The bright grinning faces of his friends welcome him and he plops down in a free space on the bench. A beer is pushed in front of him.
"Number One. We've already got you a second one, so drink up, you're behind."
Martin gratefully grabs onto the glass and takes a few big swallows, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat.
When he's done and the glass already more than half empty, he sighs a breath of relief, and places it back into the puddle of condensation on the table. The coasters are currently otherwise engaged by Mark and Tom, who are trying to build a tower with them, that constantly collapses.
Martin shakes his head fondly and leans back, letting the noises of the pub and the conversations of his friends wash over him, relishing that for once nothing here is about football. He knows that sooner or later they'll get to that, his friends are avid football fans after all and always happy to talk about the League and hear what's happening at Melwood. But for now they're talking about their studies and jobs, girlfriends, cars and it's a bit of normalcy in Martin's not normal world (Crazy, exciting, yes, but hardly normal).
A while later he's at the bar, waiting to catch the attention of one of the people behind the tabs, when someone steps up right beside him and from the corner of his eyes he catches sight of an arm full of familiar tattoos.
He turns his body towards Skrtel, smiling slightly. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here."
The Slovak smiles back at him, a smile that is more of a smirk at the edges, and nods. "Was a last minute decision."
Martin finally makes eye contact with one of the bartenders and after raising an eyebrow at Skrtel and receiving a nod, orders them two more beers. When they stand fresh and pearly in front of them, they toast each other and Martin downs this one a bit more slowly than his first.
"How many have you had yet?"
Martin cocks his head to think, then shrugs his shoulder. "Dunno."
It's not like he's a light-weight and loses his ability to think clearly after a few beers, but he hasn't been paying attention to the number of glasses passing through his hands.
"Why? Is that important?"
Skrtel shrugs, shakes his head. "But I guess you had more than five already?"
Martin is confused for a second, wondering what the other is on about, but then he remembers his text conversation of the afternoon and his stomach moves a bit uncomfortably.
"How do you know about that?"
"I have my sources."
There definitely is a smirk on Skrtel's face now and there's a a much more pleasant feeling in Martin's stomach now. A feeling that is creeping lower by the second.
"So, you stand by what you said?"
Martin is still a bit too distracted by that mouth to grasp the meaning immediately, but when he does, he blushes slightly. He tries to cover it by being cocky (although it's probably more flirty).
"I do. But I'm not sure you qualify."
Skrtel takes his beer and places it on the bar, taking the now free hand and presses it to his crotch.
Martin still doesn't know about the "stud" part, but Skrtel is definitely hard.
"And now?" The other's voice is husky and close to his ear.
Martin licks his lips and nods. Definitely sure.