SLASHFIC: LUCAS BARRIOS AND MOHAMED ZIDAN
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footballverse. We were supposed to find a connection between two unrelated teams, or between players on those two teams. The teams I was given were Manchester United and Borussia Dortmund. And surprise! I found a connection between Javier Hernandez (Chicharito), Manchester United's new Mexican striker, and Lucas Barrios, Borussia Dortmund's Argentine/Paraguayan striker. :)
So here is the fic:
Prompts: J. Manchester United, E. Borussia Dortmund
Title: YOU ARE VERY WELCOME HERE
Wordcount: 925
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Chicharito, Darren Fletcher, Lucas Barrios/Nuri Sahin, Lucas Barrios/Mohamed Zidan.
Warnings/RATING: SLASHY. NOT MORE THAN A 14A RATING. I MADE ALL THIS UP AND IN NO WAY INTENDED ANY HARM TO ANYONE.
Lucas Barrios was running through Manchester Airport, on his way to join the rest of his team for a friendly against Manchester City, when he bumped into some Manchester United players who were on their way to play a match in Mexico. Recognizing Javier Hernandez, Lucas stopped to speak to him despite being late. They had met each other when they both played in Mexico in 2007 and knew each other slightly.
"How are you finding it at United?" Lucas asked.
Chicharito laughed. "I felt strange and foreign at Old Trafford the first time. But Darren Fletcher came up to me and said:
'Give over. What are you like, mate?'
I had no idea what he was talking about.
'You're very welcome here, little fella,' he told me. 'That was some mental goal you scored in that gig against the Argies.'
I had no idea what Darren was saying so I just echoed, 'Mental...gig?'
'Yeah, I guess it was pretty mental,' Fletcher replied. 'But your first match was a cracker.'
I guessed my puzzled look made him see I didn't understand him.
'That goal by Tshabalala of Bafana Bafana,' he explained. Now that I could understand.
'It was a cracker, but the whole match was cracking.' He winked at me. 'See you around.'
After that when I entered the changing room I felt warm, like the red colour that was everywhere, you know? I just felt that everything was going to be great from then on. Even if I didn't really understand the weird English they speak here."
Lucas laughed. "I know what you mean about feeling like a foreigner. Sometime, I will tell you my story, but it's quite different from yours."
The two players shook hands and hugged again before departing for their separate destinations.
~~~~
When Lucas Barrios came to Borussia Dortmund from Argentina, or from Chile where he had been playing, he was determined to improve on his career. He had managed to land on his feet after some pretty disastrous choices in the past, both personal and professional. He sighed when he thought how different it was for a guy like Chicharito, so unlike himself when he was younger. Javier Hernandez (Chicharo's real name) seemed to have it all together.
At Dortmund Lucas was reborn. The team's "bumble bee" colours of yellow and black suited his flamboyant personality. The team was full of affectionate players.
Lucas' career flourished. His goalscoring improved. He rejected his Argentine nationality to adopt that of his mother's country, Paraguay, for the World Cup. Everything was going well.
And to top it all off, Lucas had fallen in love. Twice. First, it was with teammate Nuri Sahin, whose hand had accidentally brushed Lucas' thigh during a manpile celebration and Lucas' fiery personality had responded in kind, causing him to fall in love with his Turkish teammate.
Later in the showers, Nuri had responded to Lucas' ardour, his hands cupping Lucas' face.
"I can't," Nuri gasped, Lucas kissing his mouth.
"Why not?" Lucas was passionate. Nuri's struggles made him hotter. The feel of his wet, slippery flesh was making him ache.
"Nuri, your hand is stroking my thigh, making me hard while I'm kissing you. You can't leave me like this."
"Mats and I..." Nuri mumbled, trying to explain. "We are together..."
Disappointed, Lucas let go. "You should have told me," he murmured before wrapping a towel around his waist and dashing into the changing room.
He later confided in his fellow Paraguayan, Nelson Valdez. Nelson was a wild man, a free spirit who had at one time slept rough while trying to carve out a career in Paraguay.
After listening to Lucas' tale of frustration, Nelson clicked his tongue.
"Come to one of our orgies," he suggested.
"What?" Lucas was shocked but immediately interested. "Will Nuri be there?" he asked.
"He usually is."
"I'm surprised at you," Lucas said, puzzled. "I thought you were 100% straight."
"These orgies involve both gays and straights. There will be plenty of girls there too." Nelson winked.
Lucas' wide grin betrayed his eagerness.
A week later he found himself in the party room of a hotel in Dortmund. Members of the team had rented the whole floor, planning to hold their party in the large room provided for that purpose, and afterwards each player could retire to his own bedroom to sleep or do otherwise.
Lucas sat in an armchair sipping punch, watching Nuri and Mats. The two younger men were across the room on a loveseat, clearly smitten with each other and didn't have eyes for anyone else. They didn't notice Lucas. He sighed and looked around. Startled, he noticed Mohamed Zidan staring at him. He smiled at Zidan and the striker came over.
"Are you game?" the older man asked.
Trying to arouse some jealousy in Nuri, Lucas pulled the Egyptian down onto his lap and planted a kiss on his lips. Let's see if Nuri noticed that.
"Wow. You don't waste any time, do you?" asked the Egyptian. "Let's go to my bedroom."
"Why bother?" Lucas felt bold. "Let's get the party started here. I was getting bored."
With that, he pushed Mohamed aside, stood up and began removing his clothing.
Within a few seconds Lucas stood naked in the room full of his teammates and their women. Some were staring and smiling. He was not ashamed, he was aroused by their interest and aware only of his pleasure. But to his surprise, Zidan took a few steps back, turned and began to walk away.
Startled, Lucas cried, "Where are you going?"
"We'll continue this another time," Mohamed said flatly. "On MY terms." Then he left.
Lucas, shocked, dressed hurriedly and abandoned the party. This was not good for his ego. Two men had shunned him within the space of a week.
But his curiosity got the better of him, and perhaps he needed to hear Zidan's explanation for treating him so coldly. The next day he found himself knocking on Zidan's door. Lucas had been hurt before, by many people in many different ways. Whatever Zidan said or did to him, he could take it.
Eventually his fellow striker opened the door himself and grinned to see Lucas standing there. "Come in," he said.
"Am I welcome?" Lucas asked, not sure of the response he would receive.
"You are very welcome here," Zidan replied.
~~~
With a smile, Lucas realized that those were the same words that Darren Fletcher had used to Chicharito, and wondered if they would open up a whole new world to the young Mexican as they had for him, although of a completely different kind.
footballverse. We were supposed to find a connection between two unrelated teams, or between players on those two teams. The teams I was given were Manchester United and Borussia Dortmund. And surprise! I found a connection between Javier Hernandez (Chicharito), Manchester United's new Mexican striker, and Lucas Barrios, Borussia Dortmund's Argentine/Paraguayan striker. :)So here is the fic:
Prompts: J. Manchester United, E. Borussia Dortmund
Title: YOU ARE VERY WELCOME HERE
Wordcount: 925
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Chicharito, Darren Fletcher, Lucas Barrios/Nuri Sahin, Lucas Barrios/Mohamed Zidan.
Warnings/RATING: SLASHY. NOT MORE THAN A 14A RATING. I MADE ALL THIS UP AND IN NO WAY INTENDED ANY HARM TO ANYONE.
Lucas Barrios was running through Manchester Airport, on his way to join the rest of his team for a friendly against Manchester City, when he bumped into some Manchester United players who were on their way to play a match in Mexico. Recognizing Javier Hernandez, Lucas stopped to speak to him despite being late. They had met each other when they both played in Mexico in 2007 and knew each other slightly.
"How are you finding it at United?" Lucas asked.
Chicharito laughed. "I felt strange and foreign at Old Trafford the first time. But Darren Fletcher came up to me and said:
'Give over. What are you like, mate?'
I had no idea what he was talking about.
'You're very welcome here, little fella,' he told me. 'That was some mental goal you scored in that gig against the Argies.'
I had no idea what Darren was saying so I just echoed, 'Mental...gig?'
'Yeah, I guess it was pretty mental,' Fletcher replied. 'But your first match was a cracker.'
I guessed my puzzled look made him see I didn't understand him.
'That goal by Tshabalala of Bafana Bafana,' he explained. Now that I could understand.
'It was a cracker, but the whole match was cracking.' He winked at me. 'See you around.'
After that when I entered the changing room I felt warm, like the red colour that was everywhere, you know? I just felt that everything was going to be great from then on. Even if I didn't really understand the weird English they speak here."
Lucas laughed. "I know what you mean about feeling like a foreigner. Sometime, I will tell you my story, but it's quite different from yours."
The two players shook hands and hugged again before departing for their separate destinations.
~~~~
When Lucas Barrios came to Borussia Dortmund from Argentina, or from Chile where he had been playing, he was determined to improve on his career. He had managed to land on his feet after some pretty disastrous choices in the past, both personal and professional. He sighed when he thought how different it was for a guy like Chicharito, so unlike himself when he was younger. Javier Hernandez (Chicharo's real name) seemed to have it all together.
At Dortmund Lucas was reborn. The team's "bumble bee" colours of yellow and black suited his flamboyant personality. The team was full of affectionate players.
Lucas' career flourished. His goalscoring improved. He rejected his Argentine nationality to adopt that of his mother's country, Paraguay, for the World Cup. Everything was going well.
And to top it all off, Lucas had fallen in love. Twice. First, it was with teammate Nuri Sahin, whose hand had accidentally brushed Lucas' thigh during a manpile celebration and Lucas' fiery personality had responded in kind, causing him to fall in love with his Turkish teammate.
Later in the showers, Nuri had responded to Lucas' ardour, his hands cupping Lucas' face.
"I can't," Nuri gasped, Lucas kissing his mouth.
"Why not?" Lucas was passionate. Nuri's struggles made him hotter. The feel of his wet, slippery flesh was making him ache.
"Nuri, your hand is stroking my thigh, making me hard while I'm kissing you. You can't leave me like this."
"Mats and I..." Nuri mumbled, trying to explain. "We are together..."
Disappointed, Lucas let go. "You should have told me," he murmured before wrapping a towel around his waist and dashing into the changing room.
He later confided in his fellow Paraguayan, Nelson Valdez. Nelson was a wild man, a free spirit who had at one time slept rough while trying to carve out a career in Paraguay.
After listening to Lucas' tale of frustration, Nelson clicked his tongue.
"Come to one of our orgies," he suggested.
"What?" Lucas was shocked but immediately interested. "Will Nuri be there?" he asked.
"He usually is."
"I'm surprised at you," Lucas said, puzzled. "I thought you were 100% straight."
"These orgies involve both gays and straights. There will be plenty of girls there too." Nelson winked.
Lucas' wide grin betrayed his eagerness.
A week later he found himself in the party room of a hotel in Dortmund. Members of the team had rented the whole floor, planning to hold their party in the large room provided for that purpose, and afterwards each player could retire to his own bedroom to sleep or do otherwise.
Lucas sat in an armchair sipping punch, watching Nuri and Mats. The two younger men were across the room on a loveseat, clearly smitten with each other and didn't have eyes for anyone else. They didn't notice Lucas. He sighed and looked around. Startled, he noticed Mohamed Zidan staring at him. He smiled at Zidan and the striker came over.
"Are you game?" the older man asked.
Trying to arouse some jealousy in Nuri, Lucas pulled the Egyptian down onto his lap and planted a kiss on his lips. Let's see if Nuri noticed that.
"Wow. You don't waste any time, do you?" asked the Egyptian. "Let's go to my bedroom."
"Why bother?" Lucas felt bold. "Let's get the party started here. I was getting bored."
With that, he pushed Mohamed aside, stood up and began removing his clothing.
Within a few seconds Lucas stood naked in the room full of his teammates and their women. Some were staring and smiling. He was not ashamed, he was aroused by their interest and aware only of his pleasure. But to his surprise, Zidan took a few steps back, turned and began to walk away.
Startled, Lucas cried, "Where are you going?"
"We'll continue this another time," Mohamed said flatly. "On MY terms." Then he left.
Lucas, shocked, dressed hurriedly and abandoned the party. This was not good for his ego. Two men had shunned him within the space of a week.
But his curiosity got the better of him, and perhaps he needed to hear Zidan's explanation for treating him so coldly. The next day he found himself knocking on Zidan's door. Lucas had been hurt before, by many people in many different ways. Whatever Zidan said or did to him, he could take it.
Eventually his fellow striker opened the door himself and grinned to see Lucas standing there. "Come in," he said.
"Am I welcome?" Lucas asked, not sure of the response he would receive.
"You are very welcome here," Zidan replied.
~~~
With a smile, Lucas realized that those were the same words that Darren Fletcher had used to Chicharito, and wondered if they would open up a whole new world to the young Mexican as they had for him, although of a completely different kind.
