TITLE : Being Brave
AUTHOR : Sabrina
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PAIRINGS : Nesta/Maldini and a bit Inzaghi/Vieri
RATING : R
DISCLAIMER : That NEVER happened. I don't know these men and I don't know how they really would react.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : English isn't my first language, so there will be many mistakes in here, but please don't kill me!!
FEEDBACK : would be very nice!

Having slept only one hour I'm really Not in the right mood to talk. All in all yesterday was enough. I never imagined being drunk like that. How many bottles have we emptied yesterday? I don't know. I don't really care.

But why Pippo wants to start a conversation with me? He was there too yesterday, dancing half-dressed with Bobo.

"Sandro, do you listen to me?"

"No, I'm not Pippo!" Nearly black eyes stare at me.

"You should. I told you something about..."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" I lean back as a teenage boy in a Geography lesson.

"Paolo!" I'm nearly falling of the chair. This name draws my attention to it. Pippo smiles, he knows...

"And?"

"Well, if you don't wanna know...!"

"Pippo, stop torturing me!"

"I asked him about men. And he said there was someone he liked...very much!" After stopping for a moment, my heart seems to be full of butterflies now. Pippo leaves me alone with my joy- a little smile on the scar divided lips.

Paolo, my captain. I couldn't be without him. I took a shine on him , definitely. His lovely blue eyes, his skin, his lips...

"Did you fall asleep?" Daydreaming I hadn't noticed my beloved Paolo entering the room.

"I'm just a bit tired. The party was...a bit too much for me!"

"For me too. The only one who seems to be totally ok is Pippo."

"Is he used to these parties?" Paolo sits down next to me without an answer. What have I done yesterday? I can't really remember. My head feels like big as a post box and the images are in a wrong order, I think.

"Headache?" Paolo asks. I try to nod, but that makes me feel as if my brain was thrown around in my head.

"A gigantic party... you didn't dance, did you?" He noticed...

"Well, in comparison with our 'table dancers' I'm not really good at it." That's not right, drinking one bottle of Champagne after the other I couldn't help staring at Paolo al night.

"You mean Bobo and Pippo. I never thought they would dance together-like that."

"Brave." I whished I could be as brave as they are. Stroking each other in front of others without thinking...

"Yes!" It's quite obvious that they are a couple. After starting to kiss, they left the room for about two hours and than they came back-only half-dressed.

"Sandro...what do you think of...that?"

"If they love each other why shouldn't they..." What could I say. What else. Maybe this is the moment. Maybe he feels the same for me...

"They'll have problems." Ancelotti rescues me by calling everybody for training.

Lunchtime. We are all tired. Party, nearly no sleep, training with Ancelotti. Something you shouldn't do. But do we have a choice?

Spaghetti Vongole. Nice. Yes. Sauce out of white wine and garlic. I barely speak. On my right Paolo is talking to Brocchi and Rui Costa. On my left Pippo is humming.

"Do you have to be that damn happy?" He smiles back.

"Pardon that I had a GOOD night, " he says loud and then whispers: "And a nice 'breakfast'!"

"Stop telling me!"

"Don't act as if you've never thought of it. It's exactly the same you want to do with 'him'!"

He's right, but I won't give him the scarification and tell him. But he insists:

"Soft lips wandering down your belly..."

"Stop." I have to stop thinking. My imagination already started to play me some dirty tricks.

"Hands stroking your chest..."

"No, stop it." I whisper back feeling something in my trousers become harder.

"Shaking fingers opening your trousers."

"No!" I take a look at Paolo, he hasn't noticed neither the whispered conversation nor the movements of my trousers.

"Teeth biting softly into..."

"Pippo I don't want to know!"

"...nipples!" My imagine doing all that with Paolo.

"Stop."

"Stop what?" Paolo leans in.

"Nothing." I answer quickly.

"You told Pippo to stop something. What was it?" My face must be red - I can clearly feel the heat.

"Some technical stuff and he said he didn't want to listen to it after that training." Pippo invents-without becoming red of course.

A break of one hour and a half. The others are surely reading in their rooms. I'm sitting on my bed. Daydreaming. After Pippo told me all that stuff, I'm unsure.

A knock.

"Come in!" Paolo. The man of my dreams.

"Ciao Sandro, do I disturb you?"

"No, not at all; sit down." Feeling his warm body next to me, I'd like to start kissing him.

"To the...thing we discussed this morning..." Please.

"...Could...you imagine being...brave as the two? Having...a....boyfriend?" Blue eyes shyly trying to avoid mine. I can only nod. My fingers are shaking. His hand touches my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes. I can't describe what I am seeing in them.

Suddenly his lips are on mine, desiring more. I 'climb' onto him, my hands discovering his hair.

We don't do anything more.

Training is over. I didn't pay any attention the last minutes. Knowing what will come this evening. I prepared dinner for us. 'Us', how nice this word seems to me now. Paolo and me.

8 o'clock. Finally. I open the door and there he is. After closing the door we start kissing, hands running over necks, backs and bottoms.

I don't know how long we're standing in the hall like that. Not long enough. I'd loved to go straight into the bedroom, but I've invited him for dinner and now I'm going to eat...

Feeding each other, we called each other sweet names. Now we'll go to my bedroom. I don't know why but I'm sure. We both want, but how to start?

I open his shirt. Kisses on his chest, his hands going down my back. My trousers are away-suddenly- then my shirt. Only in boxers I sit down on his knees, opening his trousers.

And now? Having a huge erection each we just stare at each other. Where to put my hands now?

"Frightened?" I nod.

"I won't hurt you." Paolo smiles and pulls me towards him.

He didn't hurt at all. I slept in his arms. Feeling his breath , hearing his heart beat.

I love him. No problem could be big enough to separate us.