Ficlet: Cut 1/1, PG-13, RPS, Christoph Metzelder/Philipp Degen
Hello my lovelies--
yup, another one of those. The story came to life when someone complained about Metze's crew-cut. I happen to like the crew-cut, and I'm sure that Philipp does, too *grins*. Enjoy! And you'll let me know what you think, yes?
title: cut 1/1
author: rotschopf
mail: rotschopf (at) rotschopf (dot) org
pairing: metzelly friendship, implied christoph metzelder/philipp degen
rating: pg-13 tops
warnings: pre-slash, language - it's a text document. there's tons of it.
disclaimer: still not my pleasure slaves. no profit or implications made, no harm intended. for entertainment purposes only.
archive: tddm, my lj, drowfic, manndecker, footballslash, beautiful game, everyone else - just let me know where the babe's going.
beta: queenie_ann, thank you so much, sweets *snugs*
feedback: yes, hit me! harder!
summary: sebastian can't get over christoph's haircut.
as always, all my stories can be found at groups.yahoo.com/group/TDDM and community.livejournal.com/drowfic
A/N: I like Metze's crew-cut. this is for "Poldi". you know why.
~o0o~
Sebastian stared at Christoph as his best friend sat down at the table in the small café. "What the heck happened to your hair?"
Christoph grinned sheepishly, unconsciously rubbing over the place where his hair had once been. "It's gone?" He waved at the waiter, who simply nodded and grinned, obviously already knowing what Christoph would order since both Christoph and Sebastian were regulars.
"Yeah, I can see that." Sebastian shook his head. "Why, though? What was wrong with your hair?"
"Nothing," Christoph said quickly - too quickly for Sebastian's taste. "I needed a change."
"In form of a crew-cut? So, what, are you going to join the armed forces? Or worse, Chelsea?" Sebastian grinned when Christoph's eyes widened in mock-horror. It was an ongoing joke between them that one had to get a crew-cut to even be considered playing for Chelsea. "You look weird. Like a skinhead or something."
Christoph snorted, but remained silent. He smiled briefly at the waiter when he served his coffee before he looked at Sebastian again. "I didn't say a word about your suicide-blond hair back then."
"That was different," Sebastian retorted, taking a careful sip of his tea. He studied Christoph. Something was different about him aside from his new not-hairdo. In fact, now that he thought about it, something had been different about Christoph since before the holiday. There was this constant smile playing around his lips and a sparkle in his eyes that he hadn't seen before. Nevertheless, his eyes wandered back to Christoph's almost-bald head. "I don't like it. Grow it back," he finally stated, quirking his brows when Christoph started to flip through the menu.
"Philipp likes it," Christoph muttered absentmindedly, only to blush deeply a second later as he apparently realised what he had just said.
Sebastian spluttered and coughed. Philipp?! Why the hell would Christoph care if Philipp liked his crew-cut? Unless... Sebastian smirked. "That's how it is, huh?" It made perfect sense, and Sebastian realised that he should have noticed it sooner. Christoph had been phoning someone every day during their joint holiday without mentioning who he was calling. Then, there had been the blush that had crept into Christoph's cheeks every time Sebastian had only mentioned the name Philipp, and it hadn't mattered whether he had been talking about Philipp Degen or Philipp Lahm. "You're in love."
"I'm not!" Christoph protested, his intensifying blush telling Sebastian that his friend was lying.
Sebastian punched Christoph lightly in the arm. "Uh-huh. So, how long have you been together?"
Christoph put the menu down and hid his face in his hands. "We're not."
Sebastian cleared his throat. "Come again?"
"We are not a couple," Christoph repeated slowly as if he were talking to a five-year-old. "He doesn't even know I'm interested, so stop it."
"Let me get this straight, pun totally intended. You've been phoning him, like, every day - for hours - during our holiday. You get your hair cut because he likes it, and you're telling me that he doesn't even know?"
"Yes." Before Christoph could say anything more, his mobile rang, or rather warbled, and Sebastian wanted to laugh. That had to be the cheesiest ring tone he had ever heard. "Hello? Hey, Philipp."
Sebastian chuckled. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
Christoph stuck out his tongue. "Just out with Kehli, who's insisting on torturing me. - Tonight? - Sure, sounds good to me. - I'll pick you up at seven. See you tonight. - Yeah, me too. - Bye!"
Sebastian put his hand over his heart, sighing wistfully. "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Christoph glowered at Sebastian. "Will you stop it already?" he grouched, but Sebastian noticed the smile that was once again playing around Christoph's mouth.
"Why? At least grant me teasing you mercilessly about your not-relationship since I'm not allowed to complain about your not-haircut because he likes it."
Christoph shook his head. "Seriously, Basti, with friends like you, one doesn't need enemies."
"Seriously, Chris, you have to tell him," Sebastian shot back without missing a beat. "Or are you waiting for him to make the first move 'cause if you are, you're going to wait until your dying day." He smirked again. "So, interested, huh? In love sounds more accurate to me."
"I'm not!" Christoph said again.
"You so are. If you weren't, you'd have said something already, but since you are, you didn't because you're afraid he's going to reject you." Christoph blinked. "Tell me again that you're not in love, Christoph, and I'm going to call you a freaking liar."
Christoph opened his mouth, obviously to come back with something when his mobile warbled again. "Yep?" He rolled his eyes when Sebastian formed a heart with both thumbs and index fingers. "Sure! I'll see you in a few. I have to get rid of Kehli first." Christoph smirked as Sebastian crossed his arms in front of his chest, huffing slightly. Getting rid of me indeed, he thought, but when Christoph frowned and started to play with his napkin, he stopped his act. "Nothing bad, I hope."
"What?" he mouthed, putting his foot against Christoph's to give him what little support he could offer in such a public place.
Christoph shook his head, but Sebastian couldn't tell if the gesture was meant for him or not. What he did notice, though, was that the sparkle in Christoph's eyes was diminishing and his face closing up into a perfect mask of indifference. "I wasn't worrying before you called me."
Sebastian wanted to snatch the phone out of Christoph's hand to give Philipp a piece of his mind, and that was him assuming that it actually was Philipp. Maybe Christoph was using the cheesy ring tone for every caller, but it didn't change the fact that Sebastian wanted to throttle the person who had just managed to switch of the lights in Christoph's eyes.
"You're not helping, Philipp. - Look, let me pay, and I'll be at your place in ten, alright? - Later, bye." Christoph ended the call, tilting his head back.
"What's going on?" Sebastian asked quietly.
"He wants to talk, but doesn't want to tell me about what, though he says it's nothing bad, or so he hopes." Christoph looked at Sebastian, and Sebastian wanted to flinch. He could see the fear in Christoph's expression, the weariness in his eyes. "I have to go."
Sebastian nodded. "The coffee's on me. Go! And let me know what's going on, alright? I have to plan his slow and painful demise."
"Not funny, Kehli," Christoph replied tonelessly. "I'll call you."
"Okay."
~o0o~
Sebastian stared at his alarm clock, listening to the soft breathing of Tina. It was quarter to eleven, and Christoph still hadn't called or sent him a text message. Needless to say, he was starting to worry.
He got up quietly, stopping for a second to smile at his girlfriend. Even in her sleep, she had one arm curled protectively around her swollen body. But even with the sound of the two hearts beating against his ear he wouldn't find rest tonight.
He picked up his mobile and wandered into the kitchen. Why hadn't Christoph called him yet, or at least texted him to let him know what was going on? He put the phone on the table and sat down, resting his head on his arms. Perhaps, if he stared long enough at that little piece of technology, it would finally ring, or at least beep to let him know he had a text message.
He jumped when he felt a warm hand in his nape. "Sorry," Tina murmured.
"It's okay, babe." He turned and pressed a soft kiss to her belly. "How're you two doing?"
"I was about to ask you the same question." She smiled. "It's half past four in the morning."
"What? But..." He rubbed his eyes. "I just sat down for a few minutes..."
"Come back to bed, Basti. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning," she said, threading her fingers through his hair.
He yawned. "You're right. But-- What are you doing up?"
"He kicked me in the liver and woke me up. I swear he's coming after you already," she replied with a grin.
"Hey, I never kicked you in the liver!"
"No, you haven't," she conceded with a warm smile and pulled him to his feet, steering him towards the bedroom and glaring at him when he tried to reach for his mobile. "It can wait, Basti, come on."
He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, knowing that she was right. If Christoph hadn't called until now, he certainly wouldn't call until morning, if he called at all.
~o0o~
When Sebastian turned into the parking lot of the BVB's training ground, he immediately spotted Christoph's car at the far end - and Philipp's right next to it. Good. At least, both of them were here.
He quickly parked his own car, and he had to put a conscious effort into keeping himself from running. He might be worried about Christoph - and to a certain extend about Philipp as well - but he didn't want to look as if he were late for a date.
He grinned at Dede and Martin when he entered the locker room, muttering a quick 'good morning' before he changed into his workout gear faster than he had intended to, and the loud cheering that filled the locker room a moment later when David and Marc came in was reason enough for him to leave.
He let his gaze sweep over the grounds, smiling when he spotted Christoph - and Philipp right next to him. At any rate, they didn't look like they had had a fight. Quite on the contrary. They were laughing, and Sebastian wondered once more why Christoph hadn't let him know that everything was fine between him and Philipp.
When he came closer, he knew why. Christoph's glow was back, and a faint blush was tinting his neck and cheeks when Philipp brushed his knuckles over Christoph's shorn head. The gesture was far too tender to be anything but a caress, and Sebastian grinned. Maybe he had underestimated Philipp after all.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully when he reached his two team-mates. "Didn't you forget something?" he added, smirking when Christoph's blush deepened and Philipp didn't meet his eyes.
"Uhm, sorry?" Christoph muttered, but Sebastian saw that Christoph was far from being sorry for not calling him.
Sebastian squeezed Christoph's nape before he moved his fingers over Christoph's fuzz, noticing how incredibly soft it felt. No wonder Philipp liked it! "You know, maybe this not-haircut of yours isn't so bad," he said absentmindedly, glancing at Philipp with arched eyebrows. "I think I'll let you keep it."
~o0o~
the end
As you were, my bumblebees & happy reading!
The Drow
yup, another one of those. The story came to life when someone complained about Metze's crew-cut. I happen to like the crew-cut, and I'm sure that Philipp does, too *grins*. Enjoy! And you'll let me know what you think, yes?
title: cut 1/1
author: rotschopf
mail: rotschopf (at) rotschopf (dot) org
pairing: metzelly friendship, implied christoph metzelder/philipp degen
rating: pg-13 tops
warnings: pre-slash, language - it's a text document. there's tons of it.
disclaimer: still not my pleasure slaves. no profit or implications made, no harm intended. for entertainment purposes only.
archive: tddm, my lj, drowfic, manndecker, footballslash, beautiful game, everyone else - just let me know where the babe's going.
beta: queenie_ann, thank you so much, sweets *snugs*
feedback: yes, hit me! harder!
summary: sebastian can't get over christoph's haircut.
as always, all my stories can be found at groups.yahoo.com/group/TDDM and community.livejournal.com/drowfic
A/N: I like Metze's crew-cut. this is for "Poldi". you know why.
~o0o~
Sebastian stared at Christoph as his best friend sat down at the table in the small café. "What the heck happened to your hair?"
Christoph grinned sheepishly, unconsciously rubbing over the place where his hair had once been. "It's gone?" He waved at the waiter, who simply nodded and grinned, obviously already knowing what Christoph would order since both Christoph and Sebastian were regulars.
"Yeah, I can see that." Sebastian shook his head. "Why, though? What was wrong with your hair?"
"Nothing," Christoph said quickly - too quickly for Sebastian's taste. "I needed a change."
"In form of a crew-cut? So, what, are you going to join the armed forces? Or worse, Chelsea?" Sebastian grinned when Christoph's eyes widened in mock-horror. It was an ongoing joke between them that one had to get a crew-cut to even be considered playing for Chelsea. "You look weird. Like a skinhead or something."
Christoph snorted, but remained silent. He smiled briefly at the waiter when he served his coffee before he looked at Sebastian again. "I didn't say a word about your suicide-blond hair back then."
"That was different," Sebastian retorted, taking a careful sip of his tea. He studied Christoph. Something was different about him aside from his new not-hairdo. In fact, now that he thought about it, something had been different about Christoph since before the holiday. There was this constant smile playing around his lips and a sparkle in his eyes that he hadn't seen before. Nevertheless, his eyes wandered back to Christoph's almost-bald head. "I don't like it. Grow it back," he finally stated, quirking his brows when Christoph started to flip through the menu.
"Philipp likes it," Christoph muttered absentmindedly, only to blush deeply a second later as he apparently realised what he had just said.
Sebastian spluttered and coughed. Philipp?! Why the hell would Christoph care if Philipp liked his crew-cut? Unless... Sebastian smirked. "That's how it is, huh?" It made perfect sense, and Sebastian realised that he should have noticed it sooner. Christoph had been phoning someone every day during their joint holiday without mentioning who he was calling. Then, there had been the blush that had crept into Christoph's cheeks every time Sebastian had only mentioned the name Philipp, and it hadn't mattered whether he had been talking about Philipp Degen or Philipp Lahm. "You're in love."
"I'm not!" Christoph protested, his intensifying blush telling Sebastian that his friend was lying.
Sebastian punched Christoph lightly in the arm. "Uh-huh. So, how long have you been together?"
Christoph put the menu down and hid his face in his hands. "We're not."
Sebastian cleared his throat. "Come again?"
"We are not a couple," Christoph repeated slowly as if he were talking to a five-year-old. "He doesn't even know I'm interested, so stop it."
"Let me get this straight, pun totally intended. You've been phoning him, like, every day - for hours - during our holiday. You get your hair cut because he likes it, and you're telling me that he doesn't even know?"
"Yes." Before Christoph could say anything more, his mobile rang, or rather warbled, and Sebastian wanted to laugh. That had to be the cheesiest ring tone he had ever heard. "Hello? Hey, Philipp."
Sebastian chuckled. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
Christoph stuck out his tongue. "Just out with Kehli, who's insisting on torturing me. - Tonight? - Sure, sounds good to me. - I'll pick you up at seven. See you tonight. - Yeah, me too. - Bye!"
Sebastian put his hand over his heart, sighing wistfully. "Parting is such sweet sorrow."
Christoph glowered at Sebastian. "Will you stop it already?" he grouched, but Sebastian noticed the smile that was once again playing around Christoph's mouth.
"Why? At least grant me teasing you mercilessly about your not-relationship since I'm not allowed to complain about your not-haircut because he likes it."
Christoph shook his head. "Seriously, Basti, with friends like you, one doesn't need enemies."
"Seriously, Chris, you have to tell him," Sebastian shot back without missing a beat. "Or are you waiting for him to make the first move 'cause if you are, you're going to wait until your dying day." He smirked again. "So, interested, huh? In love sounds more accurate to me."
"I'm not!" Christoph said again.
"You so are. If you weren't, you'd have said something already, but since you are, you didn't because you're afraid he's going to reject you." Christoph blinked. "Tell me again that you're not in love, Christoph, and I'm going to call you a freaking liar."
Christoph opened his mouth, obviously to come back with something when his mobile warbled again. "Yep?" He rolled his eyes when Sebastian formed a heart with both thumbs and index fingers. "Sure! I'll see you in a few. I have to get rid of Kehli first." Christoph smirked as Sebastian crossed his arms in front of his chest, huffing slightly. Getting rid of me indeed, he thought, but when Christoph frowned and started to play with his napkin, he stopped his act. "Nothing bad, I hope."
"What?" he mouthed, putting his foot against Christoph's to give him what little support he could offer in such a public place.
Christoph shook his head, but Sebastian couldn't tell if the gesture was meant for him or not. What he did notice, though, was that the sparkle in Christoph's eyes was diminishing and his face closing up into a perfect mask of indifference. "I wasn't worrying before you called me."
Sebastian wanted to snatch the phone out of Christoph's hand to give Philipp a piece of his mind, and that was him assuming that it actually was Philipp. Maybe Christoph was using the cheesy ring tone for every caller, but it didn't change the fact that Sebastian wanted to throttle the person who had just managed to switch of the lights in Christoph's eyes.
"You're not helping, Philipp. - Look, let me pay, and I'll be at your place in ten, alright? - Later, bye." Christoph ended the call, tilting his head back.
"What's going on?" Sebastian asked quietly.
"He wants to talk, but doesn't want to tell me about what, though he says it's nothing bad, or so he hopes." Christoph looked at Sebastian, and Sebastian wanted to flinch. He could see the fear in Christoph's expression, the weariness in his eyes. "I have to go."
Sebastian nodded. "The coffee's on me. Go! And let me know what's going on, alright? I have to plan his slow and painful demise."
"Not funny, Kehli," Christoph replied tonelessly. "I'll call you."
"Okay."
~o0o~
Sebastian stared at his alarm clock, listening to the soft breathing of Tina. It was quarter to eleven, and Christoph still hadn't called or sent him a text message. Needless to say, he was starting to worry.
He got up quietly, stopping for a second to smile at his girlfriend. Even in her sleep, she had one arm curled protectively around her swollen body. But even with the sound of the two hearts beating against his ear he wouldn't find rest tonight.
He picked up his mobile and wandered into the kitchen. Why hadn't Christoph called him yet, or at least texted him to let him know what was going on? He put the phone on the table and sat down, resting his head on his arms. Perhaps, if he stared long enough at that little piece of technology, it would finally ring, or at least beep to let him know he had a text message.
He jumped when he felt a warm hand in his nape. "Sorry," Tina murmured.
"It's okay, babe." He turned and pressed a soft kiss to her belly. "How're you two doing?"
"I was about to ask you the same question." She smiled. "It's half past four in the morning."
"What? But..." He rubbed his eyes. "I just sat down for a few minutes..."
"Come back to bed, Basti. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning," she said, threading her fingers through his hair.
He yawned. "You're right. But-- What are you doing up?"
"He kicked me in the liver and woke me up. I swear he's coming after you already," she replied with a grin.
"Hey, I never kicked you in the liver!"
"No, you haven't," she conceded with a warm smile and pulled him to his feet, steering him towards the bedroom and glaring at him when he tried to reach for his mobile. "It can wait, Basti, come on."
He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, knowing that she was right. If Christoph hadn't called until now, he certainly wouldn't call until morning, if he called at all.
~o0o~
When Sebastian turned into the parking lot of the BVB's training ground, he immediately spotted Christoph's car at the far end - and Philipp's right next to it. Good. At least, both of them were here.
He quickly parked his own car, and he had to put a conscious effort into keeping himself from running. He might be worried about Christoph - and to a certain extend about Philipp as well - but he didn't want to look as if he were late for a date.
He grinned at Dede and Martin when he entered the locker room, muttering a quick 'good morning' before he changed into his workout gear faster than he had intended to, and the loud cheering that filled the locker room a moment later when David and Marc came in was reason enough for him to leave.
He let his gaze sweep over the grounds, smiling when he spotted Christoph - and Philipp right next to him. At any rate, they didn't look like they had had a fight. Quite on the contrary. They were laughing, and Sebastian wondered once more why Christoph hadn't let him know that everything was fine between him and Philipp.
When he came closer, he knew why. Christoph's glow was back, and a faint blush was tinting his neck and cheeks when Philipp brushed his knuckles over Christoph's shorn head. The gesture was far too tender to be anything but a caress, and Sebastian grinned. Maybe he had underestimated Philipp after all.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully when he reached his two team-mates. "Didn't you forget something?" he added, smirking when Christoph's blush deepened and Philipp didn't meet his eyes.
"Uhm, sorry?" Christoph muttered, but Sebastian saw that Christoph was far from being sorry for not calling him.
Sebastian squeezed Christoph's nape before he moved his fingers over Christoph's fuzz, noticing how incredibly soft it felt. No wonder Philipp liked it! "You know, maybe this not-haircut of yours isn't so bad," he said absentmindedly, glancing at Philipp with arched eyebrows. "I think I'll let you keep it."
~o0o~
the end
As you were, my bumblebees & happy reading!
The Drow