(fiction) Football RPS, "Worship The Ground You Walk On"
Title: Worship The Ground You Walk On
Author: chatona
Fandom: Football RPS
Disclaimer: All mentioned persons belong to themselves. I make no money with this.
Pairing: Lukas Podolski/Miroslav Klose
Chapter: [ 1/1 ]
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: May cause caries, it's so saccharine.
Summary: "Are you jerking off to pictures of big football stars again?"
A/N: This is for das_teufelchen. I hope you like it, honey, and I hope you have a wonderful time today! ♥
Lukas traces the lines of the photograph, sighs. Miroslav Klose, it reads, Germany’s new hope. Lukas runs a finger over Miroslav’s face, imagines what it’s like for Miroslav to be on his way to success. He imagines what it would be like to be in his place, or standing next to him.
Lukas shifts in his seat, lets his legs fall open.
‘Are you in there jerking off to pictures of big football stars again?’ his sister laughs. ‘Fuck off,’ Lukas says, feels his neck heat up, ‘You’ll see, one day I’ll make it big, too.’
One day, Lukas thinks, he’s going to be like Miroslav. He pins the article onto his wall.
~*~
Lukas shakes hands, smiles. He laughs with Bastian Schweinsteiger, but from the corner of his eye, he watches Miroslav. ‘I never thought I’d actually make it this far,’ he whispers to Bastian. Lukas feels ready to burst. He’s here and he’s doing this, Miroslav not twenty feet away.
Klinsmann claps his hands, tells them to start running.
Later, when Lukas is already sweating, Klinsmann pairs him off with Miroslav, two strikers to train together. Lukas’ heart flutters in his chest. Miroslav smiles at him, one hand on Lukas’ shoulder.
~*~
‘You did well,’ Miroslav says in Polish and his eyes don’t leave Lukas’. The score is 1:0 and they won, Miroslav’s fingers on Lukas’ arms, on his back when they hug.
Lukas’ skin tingles.
In the shower, when everyone’s already gone, he jerks off, one hand against the wall, eyes closed. He bites his lips, thinks of Miroslav and of his smile.
He comes hard.
~*~
‘I can’t believe you’d fuck up like that.’ Lukas glares at Miroslav who holds his gaze. ‘I’m only human, Lukas. I make mistakes like everyone else,’ he says, calmly.
‘Fuck you,’ Lukas mutters, repeats it louder. His jaw is clenched, his head aches. ‘I can’t believe it.’
‘Hey,’ Miroslav whispers, ‘C’mere.’ Lukas flinches when Miroslav touches his cheek, then leans into the touch. Miroslav kisses him, soft and warm.
Lukas draws him closer, rests his forehead against Miroslav’s. They kiss again.
Miroslav is only human, Lukas realises and somehow, that makes him want him even more.
Author: chatona
Fandom: Football RPS
Disclaimer: All mentioned persons belong to themselves. I make no money with this.
Pairing: Lukas Podolski/Miroslav Klose
Chapter: [ 1/1 ]
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: May cause caries, it's so saccharine.
Summary: "Are you jerking off to pictures of big football stars again?"
A/N: This is for das_teufelchen. I hope you like it, honey, and I hope you have a wonderful time today! ♥
Lukas traces the lines of the photograph, sighs. Miroslav Klose, it reads, Germany’s new hope. Lukas runs a finger over Miroslav’s face, imagines what it’s like for Miroslav to be on his way to success. He imagines what it would be like to be in his place, or standing next to him.
Lukas shifts in his seat, lets his legs fall open.
‘Are you in there jerking off to pictures of big football stars again?’ his sister laughs. ‘Fuck off,’ Lukas says, feels his neck heat up, ‘You’ll see, one day I’ll make it big, too.’
One day, Lukas thinks, he’s going to be like Miroslav. He pins the article onto his wall.
~*~
Lukas shakes hands, smiles. He laughs with Bastian Schweinsteiger, but from the corner of his eye, he watches Miroslav. ‘I never thought I’d actually make it this far,’ he whispers to Bastian. Lukas feels ready to burst. He’s here and he’s doing this, Miroslav not twenty feet away.
Klinsmann claps his hands, tells them to start running.
Later, when Lukas is already sweating, Klinsmann pairs him off with Miroslav, two strikers to train together. Lukas’ heart flutters in his chest. Miroslav smiles at him, one hand on Lukas’ shoulder.
~*~
‘You did well,’ Miroslav says in Polish and his eyes don’t leave Lukas’. The score is 1:0 and they won, Miroslav’s fingers on Lukas’ arms, on his back when they hug.
Lukas’ skin tingles.
In the shower, when everyone’s already gone, he jerks off, one hand against the wall, eyes closed. He bites his lips, thinks of Miroslav and of his smile.
He comes hard.
~*~
‘I can’t believe you’d fuck up like that.’ Lukas glares at Miroslav who holds his gaze. ‘I’m only human, Lukas. I make mistakes like everyone else,’ he says, calmly.
‘Fuck you,’ Lukas mutters, repeats it louder. His jaw is clenched, his head aches. ‘I can’t believe it.’
‘Hey,’ Miroslav whispers, ‘C’mere.’ Lukas flinches when Miroslav touches his cheek, then leans into the touch. Miroslav kisses him, soft and warm.
Lukas draws him closer, rests his forehead against Miroslav’s. They kiss again.
Miroslav is only human, Lukas realises and somehow, that makes him want him even more.