So I Drabbled.

[diemme]

I think it's just under 150 words, my eyes started to hurt as I counted. This never happened and I'm not implying anything about the sexuality of these men.


Paolo swung his feet aimlessly. He'd showered after his sending off and sat
waiting for the end of the match, a towel round his hips. The team was filing
past now, giving him tight little smiles. He understood, taking your captain to
task for overreacting was like trying to scold your mother. He supposed they
wouldn't bother.

Except one, Alessandro dropped to the bench beside him with a severe look.
"You slapped Bilica."
Paolo shrugged, "I know."
"You're suspended!"
Paolo winced, "I know."
"Why?"
Paolo squirmed, "He called you a name."
"Oh?" Alessandro looked interested. "What?"
Paolo leaned in and whispered. Alessandro's brows lifted as he listened.
"And that upset you enough to hit him?"
"Yes."
"Why?"

Paolo glanced 'round, everyone else was showering. He leaned forward and brushed
his lips over Alessandro's.
"That's why."
Alessandro touched his fingers to now tingling lips. He gave Paolo a little smile.
"Oh."