four more drabbles for footie_100...
Last week's prompt at footie_100 was Score, and I wrote four drabbles.
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Title: Don't Think About It
Team of Choice: FC Bayern München
Character: Roy Makaay
Rating: G
Author's Note: Roy Makaay's 2005 goal draught of 1,124 minutes altogether ended during the top match against Werder Bremen, exactly one day after he received the news of not being part of the Dutch team for the World Cup 2006. Ironic, isn't it?
1,000 minutes. Has it really been that long? 1,000 goal-less minutes? Apparently. Well done, Roy. What's your job again?
Fortunately, people have been very helpful. It's not the end of the world, they've told me. Just do your job. Don't think about it. The block is bound to go away if you just don't think about it. In no time, you'll be the Phantom again. Don't let the block get the best of you. You can do it. Just don't think about it.
And that's what I do. I don't think about it. No, really. I'm not thinking about it.
***
Title: Impressive
Team of Choice: FC Bayern München
Pairing: José Ernesto Sosa/Martín Demichelis
Rating: PG
Note: This is referring to Bayern's friendly against FT Gern last weekend, during which Sosa scored his first three goals for Bayern, and quite marvellous ones. *is so proud* ♥
"Three goals, huh?" Martín pulled José into a hug, ruffling his sweat-damp hair. "Congratulations!"
The newbie beamed at him. "Thanks! I had a good day!"
Martín laughed. "That was quite obvious. Who were you trying to impress playing like that?"
José winked coquettishly. "Who do you think?" he returned, playfully slapping Martín's butt. Then, he quickly squirmed out of the embrace, rushed to his locker and started pulling his kit off.
As he headed for the showers, he caught Martín staring at him in a mix of confusion, denial and surprise.
He flashed him a grin. "Seems it worked, too."
***
Title: More than a Game
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Characters: Fernando Gago, Sergio Ramos, Miguel Torres
Rating: PG-13
"You're late!" Sergio pulled Fernando into a tight hug. "Come in!"
"So you started without me?" Fernando pouted. "What's the score?"
"We're winning. And you got sent off twice… Ow! Hey, it's not my fault EA Sports made you so damn aggressive!"
Fernando huffed. "You're doing that on purpose. But you just wait, I'm so going to have your ass tonight--"
"Shush, dammit!" Sergio hissed. "Miguel's here!"
"He better be careful, or I'll fuck h--"
"Jesus! Shut up!" Sergio hurriedly put his hand on Fernando's mouth.
"Is that Fernando?"
Too late.
"Yes…?"
"Hi! I just broke your leg! Sorry, mate!"
***
Title: Souvenirs of Time Well Spent
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Pairing: David Beckham/Sergio Ramos
Rating: NC-17
Knowing every inch of his body is a blessing and a curse, a perpetual, maddening challenge to outgrow yourself, to surpass last time. In wild frenzy, you alternate the speed of your thrusts, change the angle, lift his legs a bit further, lean in a bit more-- until he lets out this mix between a gasp and a whimper, and you pull out entirely just to thrust in again hard. He screams; fingernails dig deeply into your back, bruising, drawing blood as he comes so hard he can taste his orgasm on his lips.
When he's gone, the scores remain.
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Title: Don't Think About It
Team of Choice: FC Bayern München
Character: Roy Makaay
Rating: G
Author's Note: Roy Makaay's 2005 goal draught of 1,124 minutes altogether ended during the top match against Werder Bremen, exactly one day after he received the news of not being part of the Dutch team for the World Cup 2006. Ironic, isn't it?
1,000 minutes. Has it really been that long? 1,000 goal-less minutes? Apparently. Well done, Roy. What's your job again?
Fortunately, people have been very helpful. It's not the end of the world, they've told me. Just do your job. Don't think about it. The block is bound to go away if you just don't think about it. In no time, you'll be the Phantom again. Don't let the block get the best of you. You can do it. Just don't think about it.
And that's what I do. I don't think about it. No, really. I'm not thinking about it.
***
Title: Impressive
Team of Choice: FC Bayern München
Pairing: José Ernesto Sosa/Martín Demichelis
Rating: PG
Note: This is referring to Bayern's friendly against FT Gern last weekend, during which Sosa scored his first three goals for Bayern, and quite marvellous ones. *is so proud* ♥
"Three goals, huh?" Martín pulled José into a hug, ruffling his sweat-damp hair. "Congratulations!"
The newbie beamed at him. "Thanks! I had a good day!"
Martín laughed. "That was quite obvious. Who were you trying to impress playing like that?"
José winked coquettishly. "Who do you think?" he returned, playfully slapping Martín's butt. Then, he quickly squirmed out of the embrace, rushed to his locker and started pulling his kit off.
As he headed for the showers, he caught Martín staring at him in a mix of confusion, denial and surprise.
He flashed him a grin. "Seems it worked, too."
***
Title: More than a Game
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Characters: Fernando Gago, Sergio Ramos, Miguel Torres
Rating: PG-13
"You're late!" Sergio pulled Fernando into a tight hug. "Come in!"
"So you started without me?" Fernando pouted. "What's the score?"
"We're winning. And you got sent off twice… Ow! Hey, it's not my fault EA Sports made you so damn aggressive!"
Fernando huffed. "You're doing that on purpose. But you just wait, I'm so going to have your ass tonight--"
"Shush, dammit!" Sergio hissed. "Miguel's here!"
"He better be careful, or I'll fuck h--"
"Jesus! Shut up!" Sergio hurriedly put his hand on Fernando's mouth.
"Is that Fernando?"
Too late.
"Yes…?"
"Hi! I just broke your leg! Sorry, mate!"
***
Title: Souvenirs of Time Well Spent
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Pairing: David Beckham/Sergio Ramos
Rating: NC-17
Knowing every inch of his body is a blessing and a curse, a perpetual, maddening challenge to outgrow yourself, to surpass last time. In wild frenzy, you alternate the speed of your thrusts, change the angle, lift his legs a bit further, lean in a bit more-- until he lets out this mix between a gasp and a whimper, and you pull out entirely just to thrust in again hard. He screams; fingernails dig deeply into your back, bruising, drawing blood as he comes so hard he can taste his orgasm on his lips.
When he's gone, the scores remain.