those are not mine, nor the facts are real.
Rating: Light, NC-13
FIFTEEN MINUTES
were waiting in the locker room to reach the coach before leaving the field. Peter, sitting on the bench over the back of the room, drank the little water that was already in the plastic bottle. - you will get to pee, you've drunk all the water you just - you said Sam. - then think about sex. - What has to do something with the other? & Ndashute; foward feel his breath on her neck. Victor snorted, shaking his head while the two boys laughed and sat next to the team because the coach had just entered followed by the other technicians. Although Victor was gone, Sergio held the embrace. Peter was surprised by the gesture, before all, she had also had hair on end to feel his breath hitting the skin of his neck. Sergio had been abstracted from the world for a few seconds, inhaling her scent. I liked a lot. Most startling, Peter Ely took off sat & oacute; quickly with their peers. - Most of us see your father - he whispered in her ear.
Sergio's father was not a man hoarder, I was not over her son. However, it seemed that Sergio had a special gift to annoy-involuntarily-the time that could be off the pitch with Peter. For peace of the two boys, had not noticed the caring attitude they had between them.
take time to find a hidden computer. Among them was something that neither had been silent longer, until a d & iacuI a, in a collection of value, ended sincere to each other. After the talk
Guardiola, which ended with one of his phrases that instilled so much courage, jumped onto the field to play the first part of the game against Real Zaragoza.
Sergio knew he was not making the best of their games and it was hard to keep possession of the ball, not concentrated. In that game was by looking more than ever in everything he did Peter, how he contracted the muscles of the legs when running at maximum to get open, how show you the way you smileAndol their rickety teeth when a play went well, see you desperately looking for the goal.
The canary knew what he was doing, he realized that Sergio did not have the mind set in the game. Despite knowing that the goal he had scored Messi had not secured the first half, took a chance to play a little with him, carrying with it the consequences could be. If I wanted provocation, before indulging in his neck, would have. He devoted himself to throw glances full of meaning and whenever he had occasion, she was approached Ely alg & apos. Sergio lost his head while Pedro lost his shirt, stretched by the catalány released to their fate in the cubby.
- No, no, no time - tried to stop the canary, but Sergio was already recreating playing bare-chested and slightly sweaty from his friend.
His choppy breaths were increasingly audible, were in a game of daring and eager lips, tongues and biting.
- We're going to hear - was worrying about Pedro.
- Now you want to stop? Surely you have noticed, but I do not care, "continued devouring mouthPedro.
- What should I know your father does not matter? - Sounded almost absolute.
In a boost, separated his body of Peter and dropped back against the opposite wall of the cubicle, keeping our eyes on the man who had changed their way of being and seeing things.
- No me again to do that in a game, I warn you. - Sergio gave up.
- What if not?
- I do not want to know - said with a mysterious air. Peter followed him. - Forget your shirt - reminded him without even turning around.
- Oh, shit. Part d
and the shirt had fallen into the toilet, soaking up water and whatever they had there. Taking her with disgust, was rescued and carried, half-dripping, to her backpack. All had left the locker room, had less than a minute to go to the tunnel. Hastily dug another long-sleeved shirt, but the clutter of clothes and towels are found only with short sleeves. Sergio
was ready to go back to Pep pitch and was starting to get nervous because Peter did not appear.
- Where were you, if you cane know? - Asked angry when he saw him appear.
- I, uh, had to evacuate - there was laughter background Busquets. Carles
shook his head while Gerard laughed sarcastically as the two, more clever than the rest, as they realized what was happening. No cop-out at important moments used to finish getting involved in any corner, hidden from others, but lately I noticed that Pedro and Sergio were more fiery than usual and no longer hid an both. Formed a line and a man told them that they could now leave younel.
The second half of the match was much better than the first, the two were already concentrated one hundred percent in the game - especially Sergio. Twenty minutes to finish changed to Peter by Bojan and, minutes later, Sergio was replaced by Javier Mascherano on the bench. He sat in the back row, looking for shelter from the cold.
- So we're doing it wrong for us to change? - Catalan said, feigning a pout. Peter just laughed, shaking with cold.
Watching Peter A chill ran down his back, Sergio is hap
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