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This is so rubbish, but I wanted to post SOMETHING up...
Ian left the door slightly ajar as he walked further into his opposing team captains dressing room. Paul smiled, placing a finger over his lips as if to shush the other man before he could say a word. The two men edged closer, before Ian stole the moment and placed his lips over the one's directly in front of him. It lingered for a few seconds before Ian pulled away.
'What was that for?' Paul whispered.
'That was your Christmas present.'
'Really?'
'Of course it isn't.' Ian took Paul's hand and squeezed it gently. 'Your real presents waiting at home...'
EDIT: Totally forgot to hand a point. This week my point goes to Paul. Just because. He deserves it for being beautiful.
Ian left the door slightly ajar as he walked further into his opposing team captains dressing room. Paul smiled, placing a finger over his lips as if to shush the other man before he could say a word. The two men edged closer, before Ian stole the moment and placed his lips over the one's directly in front of him. It lingered for a few seconds before Ian pulled away.
'What was that for?' Paul whispered.
'That was your Christmas present.'
'Really?'
'Of course it isn't.' Ian took Paul's hand and squeezed it gently. 'Your real presents waiting at home...'
EDIT: Totally forgot to hand a point. This week my point goes to Paul. Just because. He deserves it for being beautiful.