FICCAGE!!!
Title: Five United Holidays
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Obviously I don’t own them...they’d be running around naked on the pitch if I did though.
Characters: Various
Content: CRACK and fluff...fair warning.
1.
“Mistletoe...”
Michael Carrick smiled at the one word. He cocked an eyebrow and looked up.
“Yes, it is,” he replied, still staring up at the small greenery hanging over his head.
The blond standing next to him shuffled his feet and looked up as well. A small, nervous smile stretched across his face.
“So...”
“Yes?”
“...are you going to kiss me now or what?”
Michael smiled again. He turned and finally looked down at the upturned face next to his. Still smiling, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the other’s.
“Happy Christmas, Darren.”
“You too, Mikey!”
2.
“You sent him a Christmas card?”
“Yes.” Wayne paused. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“Fuzzy kittens in Santa hats,” Nemanja answered.
“Too much?”
Rio only looked at him as an answer.
“You haven’t seen Ronnie in months or even talked to him,” he added when Wayne shrugged his shoulders.
“...so?”
“Fuzzy kittens!”
“You said that, Vida.” Rio turned back to Wayne. “Do you still love him?”
Wayne didn’t answer.
“You do!” Nemanja exclaimed as the Scouser’s cheeks turned rosey pink. “He still loves Ronnie!”
“And so what if I do?”
“Nothing wrong, Wazza,” Rio answered (a huge grin on his face as he said it), “Just making sure.”
“Hmm...”
“Maybe fuzzy kittens is not too much then,” Nemanja told them, face serious.
There was no reply but the sound of Rio’s hand smacking the back of the Serb’s head.
3.
“I hate snow.”
Rafael turned from the front window of Ryan’s house and sighed dramatically. His eyebrows shot up high as the front door opened and Ryan’s daughter walking in, accompanied by his twin. Fabio’s hands were hidden behind his back-never a good sign.
“What are you-“
But the young Brazilian didn’t get to finish his thought as his twin pulled back an arm and a super-slushy snowball hit him in the face. Rafael shrieked as the half-melted snow dripped down his face and neck.
“You’re all wet,” Libby announced, giggling.
Rafael glared at them.
All the noise drew Ryan into the room.
“Hey! What’s going-“ He caught sight of his young teammates (Rafael wet and frowning, and Fabio laughing uncontrollably) and grinned. “Oh! Is it snowing out still?”
“I am never babysitting with you again,” Rafael announced, glaring at his brother.
“Bah humbug!” was the only response from Fabio.
4.
Rio Ferdinand was not one to expect gifts from his teammates at Christmas. At least, not after the times Pat gave him a jar of dead spiders two years ago (oh yes) and Cristiano gave him a manicure set last year. But he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as Nemanja offered up a small silver box wrapped with a red bow.
“Open it!”
Rio did as commanded. His smile widened even more as he threw the lid to the side and saw what was inside.
“You like, yes?”
“Of course!” Rio pulled out the small bottle of lube and plastic cock ring and raised one eyebrow. “So, who’s going first?”
5.
“I don’t like the way you’re eating that candy cane...”
“Huh?”
“You’re...you’re deep-throating it and looking at me while-“
“God, Gaz! Chill out, mate! Fletch isn’t deep-throating that candy cane!”
“How do you-“
“And even if I was...I wouldn’t be staring at you!”
“Stop doing that!”
“What?”
“Licking it!”
“How the bloody hell else am I supposed to eat it?”
“You sound a bit stressed, Gaz. Anything the matter?”
“Nothing but Fletcher practicing oral sex on his-“
“I AM NOT! Ryan, tell him-“
“Gary, I think you’re overreacting just a bit.”
“No, I’m not! Look at him! He’s practically raping me with his eyes!”
“In your dreams, captain. Everyone knows Fletch has a thing for Carrick.”
“Rio, I do not have a-oh, hey, Mikey! Have a good shower?”
“...sure? Hey, have another candy cane to share, Fletch?”
“Sure! It’s out in my car!”
“I’m sure it is.”
“More like it’s in his pants.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Rio is just being a first class twat.”
“Oy!”
“Well...at least Fletch isn’t eye-raping you anymore, captain!”
“Shut up, Evra, or I’ll make you do extra laps!”
“I really missed something during my shower, didn’t I?”
“You have no idea, Mikey. Now c’mon, let’s go!”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Obviously I don’t own them...they’d be running around naked on the pitch if I did though.
Characters: Various
Content: CRACK and fluff...fair warning.
1.
“Mistletoe...”
Michael Carrick smiled at the one word. He cocked an eyebrow and looked up.
“Yes, it is,” he replied, still staring up at the small greenery hanging over his head.
The blond standing next to him shuffled his feet and looked up as well. A small, nervous smile stretched across his face.
“So...”
“Yes?”
“...are you going to kiss me now or what?”
Michael smiled again. He turned and finally looked down at the upturned face next to his. Still smiling, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the other’s.
“Happy Christmas, Darren.”
“You too, Mikey!”
2.
“You sent him a Christmas card?”
“Yes.” Wayne paused. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“Fuzzy kittens in Santa hats,” Nemanja answered.
“Too much?”
Rio only looked at him as an answer.
“You haven’t seen Ronnie in months or even talked to him,” he added when Wayne shrugged his shoulders.
“...so?”
“Fuzzy kittens!”
“You said that, Vida.” Rio turned back to Wayne. “Do you still love him?”
Wayne didn’t answer.
“You do!” Nemanja exclaimed as the Scouser’s cheeks turned rosey pink. “He still loves Ronnie!”
“And so what if I do?”
“Nothing wrong, Wazza,” Rio answered (a huge grin on his face as he said it), “Just making sure.”
“Hmm...”
“Maybe fuzzy kittens is not too much then,” Nemanja told them, face serious.
There was no reply but the sound of Rio’s hand smacking the back of the Serb’s head.
3.
“I hate snow.”
Rafael turned from the front window of Ryan’s house and sighed dramatically. His eyebrows shot up high as the front door opened and Ryan’s daughter walking in, accompanied by his twin. Fabio’s hands were hidden behind his back-never a good sign.
“What are you-“
But the young Brazilian didn’t get to finish his thought as his twin pulled back an arm and a super-slushy snowball hit him in the face. Rafael shrieked as the half-melted snow dripped down his face and neck.
“You’re all wet,” Libby announced, giggling.
Rafael glared at them.
All the noise drew Ryan into the room.
“Hey! What’s going-“ He caught sight of his young teammates (Rafael wet and frowning, and Fabio laughing uncontrollably) and grinned. “Oh! Is it snowing out still?”
“I am never babysitting with you again,” Rafael announced, glaring at his brother.
“Bah humbug!” was the only response from Fabio.
4.
Rio Ferdinand was not one to expect gifts from his teammates at Christmas. At least, not after the times Pat gave him a jar of dead spiders two years ago (oh yes) and Cristiano gave him a manicure set last year. But he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as Nemanja offered up a small silver box wrapped with a red bow.
“Open it!”
Rio did as commanded. His smile widened even more as he threw the lid to the side and saw what was inside.
“You like, yes?”
“Of course!” Rio pulled out the small bottle of lube and plastic cock ring and raised one eyebrow. “So, who’s going first?”
5.
“I don’t like the way you’re eating that candy cane...”
“Huh?”
“You’re...you’re deep-throating it and looking at me while-“
“God, Gaz! Chill out, mate! Fletch isn’t deep-throating that candy cane!”
“How do you-“
“And even if I was...I wouldn’t be staring at you!”
“Stop doing that!”
“What?”
“Licking it!”
“How the bloody hell else am I supposed to eat it?”
“You sound a bit stressed, Gaz. Anything the matter?”
“Nothing but Fletcher practicing oral sex on his-“
“I AM NOT! Ryan, tell him-“
“Gary, I think you’re overreacting just a bit.”
“No, I’m not! Look at him! He’s practically raping me with his eyes!”
“In your dreams, captain. Everyone knows Fletch has a thing for Carrick.”
“Rio, I do not have a-oh, hey, Mikey! Have a good shower?”
“...sure? Hey, have another candy cane to share, Fletch?”
“Sure! It’s out in my car!”
“I’m sure it is.”
“More like it’s in his pants.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Rio is just being a first class twat.”
“Oy!”
“Well...at least Fletch isn’t eye-raping you anymore, captain!”
“Shut up, Evra, or I’ll make you do extra laps!”
“I really missed something during my shower, didn’t I?”
“You have no idea, Mikey. Now c’mon, let’s go!”