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this fill got longgg (okay, not really. but, *hands*). written for this prompt @ footballkink. i would de-anon for something like this, wouldn't i? however! i'm not bothered. also, also: that part about fifa duos/couples is, in fact, true. the tweets have all been handily complied here, for anyone interested. you have to scroll a bit, but it's pretty awesome fanservice-wise. ps anon!commenting is on for anyone who prefers to use it!
i didn't major in chemistry
theo walcott/samir nasri/cesc fàbregas/robin van persie, nc-17, 2404 words
“That was a…”
Robin’s actually at a loss for words. “Good idea?” His mouth twists up at the corner. “I don’t know, yet.” Fingers left laced and crossed over Cesc’s collarbone. He’s sticky and sweaty against his side. “I just feel like we did something wrong.” That’s not exactly right, either. “Well, kind of.”
Distantly, Robin can hear the shower running. An indignant yelp matched with a groan comes from the general direction of the bathroom. Cesc hums against his throat. Talks against the underside of his jaw. “No, I’m pretty sure we did the right thing. It was my idea, after all.” Laughing as Robin rolls his eyes.
“Oh, yeah?” he says, leaning back against the headboard. “I’d say you lose a few points because your propositioning tactics border on blatantly obvious. Subtle, you are not.”
He feels Cesc’s indignant noise all the way down his back.
“It gets things done. Communicated, even. Because we all know that some people have issues with that.” He lets out an uncharacteristic high-pitched shriek as Robin wedges a knee between his legs and digs his fingers into Cesc’s stomach.
Broken up with: “Married couples. They’re cute, no?” Robin groans against Cesc’s ribcage. He can see Samir’s smile and he’s not even facing him. It’s blinding when he does turn around and Theo’s laughing, dazed, into his neck. Hiding behind hands and towels and the smell of Cesc’s body-wash.
“Lucky you don’t have to witness anymore of it for the rest of the night.” Robin throws a pillow at the doorway. “You two get to sleep down the hall. You know how it is, Cesc likes to sprawl out.”
Theo’s drawn-out, “Right,” bleeds into Cesc’s, “Remember to turn out the light, please!”
“I mean, it’s not like I’m going to force them into it,” Cesc says from where he’s leaning back against the counter. “‘No’ does mean ‘no’, after all.” Residue of dish-soap underneath his chin. He lets out a long breath. “But, it doesn’t hurt to ask.”
This doesn’t really converge well with the economic crisis Robin is reading about. Breakfast abandoned on the table. “Well, I guess not. I think I can have reservations about it, though. They’re imperative to our scoring goals, Cesc! Please don’t end up alienating our midfielders and forwards.”
Cesc rolls his eyes. Foot tapping against the kitchen floor. “It’s not always about football.” He raises a hand before Robin can reply. “Like, we’re in a relationship. They’re in a relationship…”
“Yes, because of football.”
Cesc raises his eyebrow and shakes his head. Points to the plates and glasses on the table. “You done with that?”
Cesc’s hand curls around Samir’s hip and he pushes him down on the bed. And then they’re kissing and, wow. This is happening. Theo’s back is curved against his chest. Robin can feel his heart beating. He rests his forehead there, against the back of Theo’s neck, as Cesc kisses down the centre of Samir’s chest. Following his hands. He slides Samir’s boxer-briefs off and Theo makes this little noise. Samir smiles softly at him. Still wondering at Cesc. It’s all very sweet and weird and them.
Cesc takes Samir into his mouth and Robin’s skin breaks out in a clean sweat because he knows how that feels. Firsthand. He reaches out to touch the back of Cesc’s calf. Theo presses back against him, more insistent. With want. Cesc licks a firm strip up Samir’s cock and Theo’s breath goes shallow. Heartbeat speeding up.
Samir looks over, slightly worn out already, and says, “Your hand, Robin.” He gets breathless as Cesc tongues over the head of his cock. Wet mouth following. Theo laughs, but he’s blushing. Robin capitalises on it, wrapping his hand around Theo’s cock. Thumb flicking over the slit. “Yeah, like that,” when Theo’s head falls back against his shoulder.
Even as he’s jerking Theo off, Robin can’t stop looking at Cesc. His hands spread out across Samir’s hips, the sweat at the back of his neck, the redness of his mouth. Presses his fingers into the skin behind Cesc’s anklebone. Cesc twitches, and tries to stop himself from kicking out. Robin doesn’t really care all that much.
“Stop, please,” Theo says, whispers. Robin thinks that he maybe catches the way Samir’s face changes in that one quick moment. He taps the side of Cesc’s shoulder in staccato and then tugs at Cesc’s hair when he doesn’t stop. Cesc grins at him when he does pull off, but reaches for Robin almost automatically. He gets a kiss to his cheek from Theo before he’s off to the pale-white and pink of Samir’s skin. Samir wrestles him to the bed, both of them laughing and worked up.
Bitter taste of pre-come in Robin’s mouth as Cesc kisses him. “These kids, hey?” Cesc says, flippantly, against his hair before finding his mouth again. Robin runs his hands down the sides of his thighs, but lets Cesc take the lead. Ends up being pushed down against soft sheets. They watch as Samir kisses the back of Theo’s hand before he bites and nips his way down his stomach. His hand around Theo. He whispers something - in French, probably - against Theo’s hip that makes him laugh.
“So cute, you two are,” Cesc says from where he’s dropped down over Robin. He’s hard against Robin’s stomach and too-warm, but neither of them move to do anything. Robin’s okay with that. Hand on the small of Cesc’s back.
Samir makes a face. “Are we?” He crawls up Theo and takes hold of his mouth. Biting at his bottom lip and rocking down against him until he has Theo panting against him. Can see a flash of tongue before Samir breaks away. “That’s nice.” Says it to Cesc, but he’s looking at Robin. Jerking Theo off again. Quick, with purpose. Theo comes over his hand and his stomach. Rising up and down. Robin tilts his head.
Feels Cesc shifting against him, squeezing his hip before climbing off of him. He takes hold of Samir’s wrist and licks carefully over each finger and web. When he’s through he pushes Samir towards Robin, still spread out across the bed, and cranes down to lick at the flat of Theo’s stomach.
They look at each other for a moment before Robin’s asking, “Well, what can I do for you?”
The fleeting awkwardness disappears as Samir pulls him up into sitting position. He laces their fingers together. Slides their hands across his hips until they’re resting on the top of his ass. Robin looks over to Cesc and then at Theo who just rolls his eyes. He leans over to their nightstand. Cesc’s, “No, at the back of the drawer,” far-off as he nods to Samir.
“How do you…” Robin starts.
Theo’s, “On his back!” comes at the same time as Samir’s, “Like this.”
Cesc’s amusement is etched clearly across his face as Samir flips them over. He spreads his arms out, hand finding Theo’s as Cesc tucks their bottle of lube into Robin’s. He spreads Samir’s legs wider with his knees; nudging them apart gently.
He thinks briefly about how weird it is to have everyone’s attention like this, but only until he’s got his fingers covered in lube.
The sound Samir makes when Robin pushes in is low and keening. It takes him by surprise, but Theo just laughs it off and settles down beside Samir. “This is, like, his favourite thing. Really.” Samir lets go of Theo’s hand to punch him, half-heartedly, in the shoulder. Theo grins back at him. Robin works his fingers in and out more quickly, feeling Samir’s foot dig into the bed beside his knee. He adds a third.
Robin has no idea what Samir’s saying, but Cesc presses up against him, telling Samir to watch his mouth. He sort of over-focuses on Cesc’s weight against him, but that’s normal. Keeps working his fingers slow and then fast until Samir is arching up against nothing. Toes curling.
“Now, Robin. Fuck,” Samir says. Cut off by Theo’s mouth against his. Cesc snickers against Robin’s shoulderblade as he rolls a condom down his cock and, god. Cesc has got dexterous fingers. Continues to feel that way as he guides Robin’s cock into Samir.
They both groan as Robin pushes in. He has to force himself to go slow. Hot and tight. He bites his lip. Samir looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and rolls his hips back against Robin to take more of his cock. Theo kisses lazily down the side of his neck. Bone and skin of his collarbones. Robin grips his hips tighter.
He can feel Cesc watching him from where he’s fallen down on the bed. He’s playing with the ends of Samir’s hair. Hand cupping the back of his neck. Skin flushed.
Robin picks a rhythm. Slower, but still fast enough. He keeps his eyes open just to watch the three of them. They’ve gone quiet and focused like the minutes before a match. It makes him smile. Changes when Samir grabs at the back of his thigh, eyes all bright.
“Faster,” he says. Theo whispers something to Samir and he nods. Theo’s hand walks its way down Samir’s body and across. He takes Cesc’s hand in his and wraps both of them around Samir’s cock. Cesc turns onto his side. Robin rolls his hips smoothly. The palm of his hand slipping and coming down just this side of too-hard on the top of Samir’s thigh. Skin already a little bruised.
It’s the noise Samir makes that gets Robin to thrust in faster. That, and the quick-quick movement of Theo and Cesc’s fingers covered in pre-come and spit. He pulls Samir back against him every time he thrusts in and it’s good. It’s so good. Watches as Cesc traces his bottom lip with his tongue. His eyes are glassy and Robin knows that Cesc needs to get off, but he’s being unbelievably patient. Hands everywhere but near himself.
All until his broken, “Come on, Samir. Let go.” Theo nods quietly beside him and he twists their hands together laxly. Robin keeps going; doing everything but slowing down. He feels desperate and tense all over. Chest flushed. He needs to come, just on the edge. Samir seems to get it: he tightens around Robin, hard, and comes over the hands on his cock. Hips lifting up off the bed. Perfect arch of his back. His mouth searching for Theo’s. The fond look on Cesc’s face.
Robin comes barely moments later, slumping over Samir. He bites at his neck as he and Theo break apart. Skin red and angry underneath his teeth. Hips rocking back and forth gently. Cesc is back up beside him. Turning his face with the pads of his fingers. Their mouths meet messily and his grip on Cesc’s waist probably goes a little too tight. His breathing is heavy as they break apart, as he pulls out of Samir. Cesc strips off the condom, ties it off, tosses it somewhere.
Already smiling as he asks, “So, what about me?” Cock hard and red against him. His body shaking just a little. “I will not be left behind, thank you.”
“Oh, good for you,” Theo says as he tugs Cesc down against the bed. He pats Samir’s arm, gesturing for him to get up and off his back. (Robin has a feeling that they’re starting to influence each other’s mannerisms. Somewhat, at least.) They hover over Cesc unsteadily for a moment before they both drop down to lick at his cock.
Robin blinks. “Wow.”
Cesc makes a sort of choking noise in the back of his throat and nods his head. Legs splayed out. Knuckles white and fisted in the sheets. Robin moves to sit back against the headboard and lets Cesc claw and pinch at whatever skin of his he can find. The head of Cesc’s cock slides out of Theo’s mouth and Samir is right there to take over. Mouths brushing against each other’s. Cesc lets out another groan.
Spanish starts to punctuate every trace of tongue up the underside of Cesc’s cock, every trail of spit, every time a hand tightens around his cock. Sweat’s visible on his skin. Cesc is almost there. Nails digging into Robin’s thigh in a familiar way. He runs his fingers over the back of Cesc’s wrist, down the crook of his out-stretched arm.
“He’s going to…” Robin says, but Theo already understands. He pulls off of Cesc’s cock, totally breathless, only to be replaced by Samir. His hands spread out tightly across Cesc’s hips. Pinned to the bed. Tonguing at the slit, just under the crown. Theo shifts to sit beside Robin. Against his side instead of between his legs. Cesc comes and Samir sucks him through it.
Cesc manages to mangle out his own, “Wow,” sometime after. He looks displaced. Robin figures that that’s about right.
“Well, if it fails, we could always say that they just misunderstood our request for a Fifa tournament.”
Robin scoffs. He takes a deep pull of awfully-weak coffee (the kind that footballers, lucky him, can get away with drinking) and concentrates on the way it burns down the back of his throat.
Cesc continues: “Hey, we could be a fantastic duo if you tried a little harder.” A plate slips in the sink. Or maybe a fork. Or possibly a frying pan. Cesc’s shoulders move with strain underneath his t-shirt.
Robin throws his newspaper aside. He’s been faking interest in it since the start of this conversation. “A couple. I’ll try harder so we can be a fantastic couple.” He takes another slow sip of his coffee.
Cesc shakes his head and drops the washcloth he’s holding down on the counter. “No, couples work together harmoniously. You are too terrible for that. And, too headstrong. Duos are dynamic and headstrong partnerships.” He bites his lip. “Now me and Carlos, we are a couple. We play Fifa brilliantly together. We play harmoniously.”
“Whatever, Cesc. It’s just a back-up plan.” Robin’s surprised by how annoyed he sounds.
Cesc nods solemnly.
“I hope they’ll sleep all right,” Cesc says. The lights are turned out and they’re tucked in comfortably together. “Sex like that, should have knocked them right out.”
Robin flicks him in the shoulder. “Shut up. You can worry about it tomorrow.”
Cesc beams at him in the dark.
i didn't major in chemistry
theo walcott/samir nasri/cesc fàbregas/robin van persie, nc-17, 2404 words
“That was a…”
Robin’s actually at a loss for words. “Good idea?” His mouth twists up at the corner. “I don’t know, yet.” Fingers left laced and crossed over Cesc’s collarbone. He’s sticky and sweaty against his side. “I just feel like we did something wrong.” That’s not exactly right, either. “Well, kind of.”
Distantly, Robin can hear the shower running. An indignant yelp matched with a groan comes from the general direction of the bathroom. Cesc hums against his throat. Talks against the underside of his jaw. “No, I’m pretty sure we did the right thing. It was my idea, after all.” Laughing as Robin rolls his eyes.
“Oh, yeah?” he says, leaning back against the headboard. “I’d say you lose a few points because your propositioning tactics border on blatantly obvious. Subtle, you are not.”
He feels Cesc’s indignant noise all the way down his back.
“It gets things done. Communicated, even. Because we all know that some people have issues with that.” He lets out an uncharacteristic high-pitched shriek as Robin wedges a knee between his legs and digs his fingers into Cesc’s stomach.
Broken up with: “Married couples. They’re cute, no?” Robin groans against Cesc’s ribcage. He can see Samir’s smile and he’s not even facing him. It’s blinding when he does turn around and Theo’s laughing, dazed, into his neck. Hiding behind hands and towels and the smell of Cesc’s body-wash.
“Lucky you don’t have to witness anymore of it for the rest of the night.” Robin throws a pillow at the doorway. “You two get to sleep down the hall. You know how it is, Cesc likes to sprawl out.”
Theo’s drawn-out, “Right,” bleeds into Cesc’s, “Remember to turn out the light, please!”
“I mean, it’s not like I’m going to force them into it,” Cesc says from where he’s leaning back against the counter. “‘No’ does mean ‘no’, after all.” Residue of dish-soap underneath his chin. He lets out a long breath. “But, it doesn’t hurt to ask.”
This doesn’t really converge well with the economic crisis Robin is reading about. Breakfast abandoned on the table. “Well, I guess not. I think I can have reservations about it, though. They’re imperative to our scoring goals, Cesc! Please don’t end up alienating our midfielders and forwards.”
Cesc rolls his eyes. Foot tapping against the kitchen floor. “It’s not always about football.” He raises a hand before Robin can reply. “Like, we’re in a relationship. They’re in a relationship…”
“Yes, because of football.”
Cesc raises his eyebrow and shakes his head. Points to the plates and glasses on the table. “You done with that?”
Cesc’s hand curls around Samir’s hip and he pushes him down on the bed. And then they’re kissing and, wow. This is happening. Theo’s back is curved against his chest. Robin can feel his heart beating. He rests his forehead there, against the back of Theo’s neck, as Cesc kisses down the centre of Samir’s chest. Following his hands. He slides Samir’s boxer-briefs off and Theo makes this little noise. Samir smiles softly at him. Still wondering at Cesc. It’s all very sweet and weird and them.
Cesc takes Samir into his mouth and Robin’s skin breaks out in a clean sweat because he knows how that feels. Firsthand. He reaches out to touch the back of Cesc’s calf. Theo presses back against him, more insistent. With want. Cesc licks a firm strip up Samir’s cock and Theo’s breath goes shallow. Heartbeat speeding up.
Samir looks over, slightly worn out already, and says, “Your hand, Robin.” He gets breathless as Cesc tongues over the head of his cock. Wet mouth following. Theo laughs, but he’s blushing. Robin capitalises on it, wrapping his hand around Theo’s cock. Thumb flicking over the slit. “Yeah, like that,” when Theo’s head falls back against his shoulder.
Even as he’s jerking Theo off, Robin can’t stop looking at Cesc. His hands spread out across Samir’s hips, the sweat at the back of his neck, the redness of his mouth. Presses his fingers into the skin behind Cesc’s anklebone. Cesc twitches, and tries to stop himself from kicking out. Robin doesn’t really care all that much.
“Stop, please,” Theo says, whispers. Robin thinks that he maybe catches the way Samir’s face changes in that one quick moment. He taps the side of Cesc’s shoulder in staccato and then tugs at Cesc’s hair when he doesn’t stop. Cesc grins at him when he does pull off, but reaches for Robin almost automatically. He gets a kiss to his cheek from Theo before he’s off to the pale-white and pink of Samir’s skin. Samir wrestles him to the bed, both of them laughing and worked up.
Bitter taste of pre-come in Robin’s mouth as Cesc kisses him. “These kids, hey?” Cesc says, flippantly, against his hair before finding his mouth again. Robin runs his hands down the sides of his thighs, but lets Cesc take the lead. Ends up being pushed down against soft sheets. They watch as Samir kisses the back of Theo’s hand before he bites and nips his way down his stomach. His hand around Theo. He whispers something - in French, probably - against Theo’s hip that makes him laugh.
“So cute, you two are,” Cesc says from where he’s dropped down over Robin. He’s hard against Robin’s stomach and too-warm, but neither of them move to do anything. Robin’s okay with that. Hand on the small of Cesc’s back.
Samir makes a face. “Are we?” He crawls up Theo and takes hold of his mouth. Biting at his bottom lip and rocking down against him until he has Theo panting against him. Can see a flash of tongue before Samir breaks away. “That’s nice.” Says it to Cesc, but he’s looking at Robin. Jerking Theo off again. Quick, with purpose. Theo comes over his hand and his stomach. Rising up and down. Robin tilts his head.
Feels Cesc shifting against him, squeezing his hip before climbing off of him. He takes hold of Samir’s wrist and licks carefully over each finger and web. When he’s through he pushes Samir towards Robin, still spread out across the bed, and cranes down to lick at the flat of Theo’s stomach.
They look at each other for a moment before Robin’s asking, “Well, what can I do for you?”
The fleeting awkwardness disappears as Samir pulls him up into sitting position. He laces their fingers together. Slides their hands across his hips until they’re resting on the top of his ass. Robin looks over to Cesc and then at Theo who just rolls his eyes. He leans over to their nightstand. Cesc’s, “No, at the back of the drawer,” far-off as he nods to Samir.
“How do you…” Robin starts.
Theo’s, “On his back!” comes at the same time as Samir’s, “Like this.”
Cesc’s amusement is etched clearly across his face as Samir flips them over. He spreads his arms out, hand finding Theo’s as Cesc tucks their bottle of lube into Robin’s. He spreads Samir’s legs wider with his knees; nudging them apart gently.
He thinks briefly about how weird it is to have everyone’s attention like this, but only until he’s got his fingers covered in lube.
The sound Samir makes when Robin pushes in is low and keening. It takes him by surprise, but Theo just laughs it off and settles down beside Samir. “This is, like, his favourite thing. Really.” Samir lets go of Theo’s hand to punch him, half-heartedly, in the shoulder. Theo grins back at him. Robin works his fingers in and out more quickly, feeling Samir’s foot dig into the bed beside his knee. He adds a third.
Robin has no idea what Samir’s saying, but Cesc presses up against him, telling Samir to watch his mouth. He sort of over-focuses on Cesc’s weight against him, but that’s normal. Keeps working his fingers slow and then fast until Samir is arching up against nothing. Toes curling.
“Now, Robin. Fuck,” Samir says. Cut off by Theo’s mouth against his. Cesc snickers against Robin’s shoulderblade as he rolls a condom down his cock and, god. Cesc has got dexterous fingers. Continues to feel that way as he guides Robin’s cock into Samir.
They both groan as Robin pushes in. He has to force himself to go slow. Hot and tight. He bites his lip. Samir looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and rolls his hips back against Robin to take more of his cock. Theo kisses lazily down the side of his neck. Bone and skin of his collarbones. Robin grips his hips tighter.
He can feel Cesc watching him from where he’s fallen down on the bed. He’s playing with the ends of Samir’s hair. Hand cupping the back of his neck. Skin flushed.
Robin picks a rhythm. Slower, but still fast enough. He keeps his eyes open just to watch the three of them. They’ve gone quiet and focused like the minutes before a match. It makes him smile. Changes when Samir grabs at the back of his thigh, eyes all bright.
“Faster,” he says. Theo whispers something to Samir and he nods. Theo’s hand walks its way down Samir’s body and across. He takes Cesc’s hand in his and wraps both of them around Samir’s cock. Cesc turns onto his side. Robin rolls his hips smoothly. The palm of his hand slipping and coming down just this side of too-hard on the top of Samir’s thigh. Skin already a little bruised.
It’s the noise Samir makes that gets Robin to thrust in faster. That, and the quick-quick movement of Theo and Cesc’s fingers covered in pre-come and spit. He pulls Samir back against him every time he thrusts in and it’s good. It’s so good. Watches as Cesc traces his bottom lip with his tongue. His eyes are glassy and Robin knows that Cesc needs to get off, but he’s being unbelievably patient. Hands everywhere but near himself.
All until his broken, “Come on, Samir. Let go.” Theo nods quietly beside him and he twists their hands together laxly. Robin keeps going; doing everything but slowing down. He feels desperate and tense all over. Chest flushed. He needs to come, just on the edge. Samir seems to get it: he tightens around Robin, hard, and comes over the hands on his cock. Hips lifting up off the bed. Perfect arch of his back. His mouth searching for Theo’s. The fond look on Cesc’s face.
Robin comes barely moments later, slumping over Samir. He bites at his neck as he and Theo break apart. Skin red and angry underneath his teeth. Hips rocking back and forth gently. Cesc is back up beside him. Turning his face with the pads of his fingers. Their mouths meet messily and his grip on Cesc’s waist probably goes a little too tight. His breathing is heavy as they break apart, as he pulls out of Samir. Cesc strips off the condom, ties it off, tosses it somewhere.
Already smiling as he asks, “So, what about me?” Cock hard and red against him. His body shaking just a little. “I will not be left behind, thank you.”
“Oh, good for you,” Theo says as he tugs Cesc down against the bed. He pats Samir’s arm, gesturing for him to get up and off his back. (Robin has a feeling that they’re starting to influence each other’s mannerisms. Somewhat, at least.) They hover over Cesc unsteadily for a moment before they both drop down to lick at his cock.
Robin blinks. “Wow.”
Cesc makes a sort of choking noise in the back of his throat and nods his head. Legs splayed out. Knuckles white and fisted in the sheets. Robin moves to sit back against the headboard and lets Cesc claw and pinch at whatever skin of his he can find. The head of Cesc’s cock slides out of Theo’s mouth and Samir is right there to take over. Mouths brushing against each other’s. Cesc lets out another groan.
Spanish starts to punctuate every trace of tongue up the underside of Cesc’s cock, every trail of spit, every time a hand tightens around his cock. Sweat’s visible on his skin. Cesc is almost there. Nails digging into Robin’s thigh in a familiar way. He runs his fingers over the back of Cesc’s wrist, down the crook of his out-stretched arm.
“He’s going to…” Robin says, but Theo already understands. He pulls off of Cesc’s cock, totally breathless, only to be replaced by Samir. His hands spread out tightly across Cesc’s hips. Pinned to the bed. Tonguing at the slit, just under the crown. Theo shifts to sit beside Robin. Against his side instead of between his legs. Cesc comes and Samir sucks him through it.
Cesc manages to mangle out his own, “Wow,” sometime after. He looks displaced. Robin figures that that’s about right.
“Well, if it fails, we could always say that they just misunderstood our request for a Fifa tournament.”
Robin scoffs. He takes a deep pull of awfully-weak coffee (the kind that footballers, lucky him, can get away with drinking) and concentrates on the way it burns down the back of his throat.
Cesc continues: “Hey, we could be a fantastic duo if you tried a little harder.” A plate slips in the sink. Or maybe a fork. Or possibly a frying pan. Cesc’s shoulders move with strain underneath his t-shirt.
Robin throws his newspaper aside. He’s been faking interest in it since the start of this conversation. “A couple. I’ll try harder so we can be a fantastic couple.” He takes another slow sip of his coffee.
Cesc shakes his head and drops the washcloth he’s holding down on the counter. “No, couples work together harmoniously. You are too terrible for that. And, too headstrong. Duos are dynamic and headstrong partnerships.” He bites his lip. “Now me and Carlos, we are a couple. We play Fifa brilliantly together. We play harmoniously.”
“Whatever, Cesc. It’s just a back-up plan.” Robin’s surprised by how annoyed he sounds.
Cesc nods solemnly.
“I hope they’ll sleep all right,” Cesc says. The lights are turned out and they’re tucked in comfortably together. “Sex like that, should have knocked them right out.”
Robin flicks him in the shoulder. “Shut up. You can worry about it tomorrow.”
Cesc beams at him in the dark.