Fic: Striptease, Michael Ballack/Miroslav Klose/Lukas Podolski/Arne Friedrich, 1/?
I was also inspired by this picture:
"You know what what? If you're going to take pictures, take pictures of this."
Striptease, part one
It was the night the Germany and Portugal game, and four players remained in Micha's room. It was three a.m. and they were joking around.
Micha banged the ground and let out a frustrated groan. He looked up at Miro who was sitting their, smirking in amusement. Lukas and Arne laughed heartily, Lukas even falling sideways, rolling on the ground. The captain got up and glared heavily on the three men, and dragged his feet to his room. He was cursing under his breath. Arne couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
The men heard a door slam.
Micha emerged from the room with a frown on his face. They began laughing. Lukas was close to tears. Miro couldn't help but grin.
"We need a camera.. oh god!" Arne said between his laughter.
"I think I have mine!" Lukas yelled in excitement. He leant over Arne's lap for his jacket. Arne quieted for a moment. After throughoughly looking through his jacket, Lukas AH-HAH! "FOUND IT!" He wiggled his camera in his head. Micha clutched his face, and Miro chuckled.
*CLICK*
Micha groaned.
"Smile please!" Lukas ordered, grinning. Arne was clutching his knees in laughter.
"You know what what? If you're going to take pictures, take pictures of this." Micha smirked at their lost faces. He began loosening his tie. When it came loose, he threw it at Lukas. He whipped off his hat and walked over to Miro. He winked at him, and placed the hat on the striker's head. He faintly heard someone whistling behind him. He turned and saw Arne oogling his ass. Micha raised his eyebrow at him. Arne waggled his. The captain walked away from them so he continue his strip tease.
*CLICK*
Micha spun around. "I never knew you were actually going to take pictures!"
"Hey. You offered!" Lukas winked.
"Why are you wasting film? This is nothing to take pictures of. At least not yet."
part two
"You know what what? If you're going to take pictures, take pictures of this."
Striptease, part one
It was the night the Germany and Portugal game, and four players remained in Micha's room. It was three a.m. and they were joking around.
Micha banged the ground and let out a frustrated groan. He looked up at Miro who was sitting their, smirking in amusement. Lukas and Arne laughed heartily, Lukas even falling sideways, rolling on the ground. The captain got up and glared heavily on the three men, and dragged his feet to his room. He was cursing under his breath. Arne couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
The men heard a door slam.
Micha emerged from the room with a frown on his face. They began laughing. Lukas was close to tears. Miro couldn't help but grin.
"We need a camera.. oh god!" Arne said between his laughter.
"I think I have mine!" Lukas yelled in excitement. He leant over Arne's lap for his jacket. Arne quieted for a moment. After throughoughly looking through his jacket, Lukas AH-HAH! "FOUND IT!" He wiggled his camera in his head. Micha clutched his face, and Miro chuckled.
*CLICK*
Micha groaned.
"Smile please!" Lukas ordered, grinning. Arne was clutching his knees in laughter.
"You know what what? If you're going to take pictures, take pictures of this." Micha smirked at their lost faces. He began loosening his tie. When it came loose, he threw it at Lukas. He whipped off his hat and walked over to Miro. He winked at him, and placed the hat on the striker's head. He faintly heard someone whistling behind him. He turned and saw Arne oogling his ass. Micha raised his eyebrow at him. Arne waggled his. The captain walked away from them so he continue his strip tease.
*CLICK*
Micha spun around. "I never knew you were actually going to take pictures!"
"Hey. You offered!" Lukas winked.
"Why are you wasting film? This is nothing to take pictures of. At least not yet."
part two