FIC. I know right?! AND IT'S GERMANS. :D
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tr_ficFor the first time in an eternity, I bring drabbles of my Germans! ^.^ Most of them are quickies (ahem, pun intended) but enjoy :D
Title: Rational
Characters: Thomas Muller/Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: R
Words: 151
A/N: Well, World Cup time makes me love my Germans more than usual. \0/ Have a video that inspired this fic and enjoy :)
It wasn’t that he was in love with Bastian. God, no. It wasn’t that at all.
It’s just that he was bored and wanted entertainment. It was always a bad thing when he of all people got bored. And Schweini was pretty. And hot. And cuddly. And available. And there.
So he did what any normal, rational human being would do.
He flirted. Small smiles, lingering touches, suggestive jokes.
And teased. Dancing closer and closer, holding hips tightly, breath ghosting over his neck.
And kissed. Long and slow, short and hot, rough and hard.
And sucked. Short, languid bobs of his head; swirling his tongue around his shaft.
And fucked. Gripping the sheets tightly, moaning, arching sharply, clenching tightly, hips rolling together.
And God, he loved Bastian. He really did.
So he did what anyone who could and was close enough to Bastian would do. He cuddled and stayed the night.
Title: Calm Down
Characters: Philipp Lahm/Thomas Muller; mentions Miro, Schweinski, Per
Rating: PG
Words: 313
A/N: I like when Mulli gets all fired up…but I don’t like when Lahmy gets sad. Put the two together and what do you have? This, and angst. Set during the 2010 World Cup.
Disappointed didn’t describe it at all. It wasn’t fucking fair. For God’s sake they had talent, quality, passion. Love for the game. They had it all. And it was Spain, again. It wasn’t fair!
He was the captain of Germany. He should inspire and create things in his team that lead them to victories. All he had managed to do was lead them straight into being knocked out in the world cup, again. He felt lousy, miserable. Like he failed.
Thomas kept bouncing one of those small novelty footballs against the back of the chair in front of him. Philipp could hear Bastian and Lukas making a quiet bet to themselves a few rows behind his left shoulder on how long it would be before Miro snapped and killed Thomas for being annoying. Philipp heard Per mention that it wasn’t atypical behavior from Muller, as he quietly entered in on the bet.
Thomas had a thunderous look on his face as he stared intently at the same spot on the seat where the football kept hitting the seat. The bus finally took off and Philipp sighed before pushing himself out of the chair. He was tired. He was getting old. But he did need to save Thomas from sure-death because they needed him for the third-place match at any rate.
He sat next to the younger man on the sofa and rested his hand on his arm. Philipp didn’t speak but kept his hand in place while looking at him, eyes pleading for ‘no drama’. Thomas didn’t look at him; he didn’t have to.
Philipp didn’t look down when Thomas shifted his hand to hold their hands together. He didn’t reply when Thomas spoke quietly. “I’m sorry.”
Philipp only tugged gently on his hand and pulled him into a hug and just held him close as the bus drove back to the hotel.
Title: Serious
Characters: Miroslav Klose, Lukas Podolski & Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: R
Words: 119
A/N: Because of reasons…
Miro isn’t the one to joke around and be silly. He focuses on football, his family, his career. It’s what he’s good at ,those things, so he tries to make them as perfect as possible. He will leave the silliness to Thomas, Schweini and Poldi, and the rest.
But sometimes he needs to be reminded that it’s okay to laugh and not be serious all of the time.
That’s why Lukas and Basti take it upon themselves to show him a good time.
That’s why when Miro is laying on the bed, Bastian kissing his neck and Lukas’ mouth around his cock, he has a really hard time trying to find a reason why this right here isn’t perfect.
Title: Perfect
Characters: Mats Hummels/Benedikt Howedes
Rating: PG-13
Words: 150
A/N: um…yeah. I ship it.Also, Mats. That’s all.
Blonde hair looked good tussled on his pillow, Mats thought as he looked over Benny’s body. It wasn’t fair that the only time they could do this was when they were both called up, but it worked better that way. For everyone.
“Stop staring at me.” Benny mumbled sleepily and Mats started, then relaxed. He really shouldn’t be surprised that Benny knows what he’s doing even when he’s supposed to be asleep. Mats stopped asking how he knew a long time ago. “Go to sleep.”
“Don’t want to,” Mats replied and leaned over to kiss Benedikt. “I want you.”
It took a moment, but he opened his eyes and they watched one another for a moment before Benny sighed dramatically, an act, Mats knew. “Well, I suppose I can oblige you…”
Mats grinned and shifted his body over his boyfriend’s. It was the best way to end a perfect day.
Title: Rational
Characters: Thomas Muller/Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: R
Words: 151
A/N: Well, World Cup time makes me love my Germans more than usual. \0/ Have a video that inspired this fic and enjoy :)
It wasn’t that he was in love with Bastian. God, no. It wasn’t that at all.
It’s just that he was bored and wanted entertainment. It was always a bad thing when he of all people got bored. And Schweini was pretty. And hot. And cuddly. And available. And there.
So he did what any normal, rational human being would do.
He flirted. Small smiles, lingering touches, suggestive jokes.
And teased. Dancing closer and closer, holding hips tightly, breath ghosting over his neck.
And kissed. Long and slow, short and hot, rough and hard.
And sucked. Short, languid bobs of his head; swirling his tongue around his shaft.
And fucked. Gripping the sheets tightly, moaning, arching sharply, clenching tightly, hips rolling together.
And God, he loved Bastian. He really did.
So he did what anyone who could and was close enough to Bastian would do. He cuddled and stayed the night.
Title: Calm Down
Characters: Philipp Lahm/Thomas Muller; mentions Miro, Schweinski, Per
Rating: PG
Words: 313
A/N: I like when Mulli gets all fired up…but I don’t like when Lahmy gets sad. Put the two together and what do you have? This, and angst. Set during the 2010 World Cup.
Disappointed didn’t describe it at all. It wasn’t fucking fair. For God’s sake they had talent, quality, passion. Love for the game. They had it all. And it was Spain, again. It wasn’t fair!
He was the captain of Germany. He should inspire and create things in his team that lead them to victories. All he had managed to do was lead them straight into being knocked out in the world cup, again. He felt lousy, miserable. Like he failed.
Thomas kept bouncing one of those small novelty footballs against the back of the chair in front of him. Philipp could hear Bastian and Lukas making a quiet bet to themselves a few rows behind his left shoulder on how long it would be before Miro snapped and killed Thomas for being annoying. Philipp heard Per mention that it wasn’t atypical behavior from Muller, as he quietly entered in on the bet.
Thomas had a thunderous look on his face as he stared intently at the same spot on the seat where the football kept hitting the seat. The bus finally took off and Philipp sighed before pushing himself out of the chair. He was tired. He was getting old. But he did need to save Thomas from sure-death because they needed him for the third-place match at any rate.
He sat next to the younger man on the sofa and rested his hand on his arm. Philipp didn’t speak but kept his hand in place while looking at him, eyes pleading for ‘no drama’. Thomas didn’t look at him; he didn’t have to.
Philipp didn’t look down when Thomas shifted his hand to hold their hands together. He didn’t reply when Thomas spoke quietly. “I’m sorry.”
Philipp only tugged gently on his hand and pulled him into a hug and just held him close as the bus drove back to the hotel.
Title: Serious
Characters: Miroslav Klose, Lukas Podolski & Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: R
Words: 119
A/N: Because of reasons…
Miro isn’t the one to joke around and be silly. He focuses on football, his family, his career. It’s what he’s good at ,those things, so he tries to make them as perfect as possible. He will leave the silliness to Thomas, Schweini and Poldi, and the rest.
But sometimes he needs to be reminded that it’s okay to laugh and not be serious all of the time.
That’s why Lukas and Basti take it upon themselves to show him a good time.
That’s why when Miro is laying on the bed, Bastian kissing his neck and Lukas’ mouth around his cock, he has a really hard time trying to find a reason why this right here isn’t perfect.
Title: Perfect
Characters: Mats Hummels/Benedikt Howedes
Rating: PG-13
Words: 150
A/N: um…yeah. I ship it.
Blonde hair looked good tussled on his pillow, Mats thought as he looked over Benny’s body. It wasn’t fair that the only time they could do this was when they were both called up, but it worked better that way. For everyone.
“Stop staring at me.” Benny mumbled sleepily and Mats started, then relaxed. He really shouldn’t be surprised that Benny knows what he’s doing even when he’s supposed to be asleep. Mats stopped asking how he knew a long time ago. “Go to sleep.”
“Don’t want to,” Mats replied and leaned over to kiss Benedikt. “I want you.”
It took a moment, but he opened his eyes and they watched one another for a moment before Benny sighed dramatically, an act, Mats knew. “Well, I suppose I can oblige you…”
Mats grinned and shifted his body over his boyfriend’s. It was the best way to end a perfect day.
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