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rugbytackleOk. Here's a first shot at RPS. Took up Lanna's challenge and morphed it with today's 'cup' game.
Lanna's Rugbytackle Challenge: lannamichaels
No ending date. No length limit. No time limit. Just a simple first line. I provide it, you write the fic. It can be long, short, angst, humor, or just simple smut. You can do threesome, twosome, or even gruesome. No limits. No holds barred.
All responses to this challenge must be crossposted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rugbytackle.
First Line:
Sean answered the door wearing only a pair of white boxers. He didn't seem to recognize his caller immediately, blinking slowly, and only then saying, "Oh, it's you. Come in."
Ready, set, slash! *grin*
Sean answered the door wearing only a pair of white boxers. He didn't seem to recognize his caller immediately, blinking slowly, and only then saying 'Oh it's you. Come in.'
Viggo entered clad in a tight 'stars and stripes' Speedo swimsuit. Naked from the waist up and wearing an old pair of tennis shoes with no socks. Turning and circling Sean, he dazzled his large red cape and for the finishing touch, lowered his large devil horns in a mock bullfight.
'Didn't you see me sitting ten rows back?'
'I saw you, and I bloody well should have known you'd follow me back here.'
'I missed you' Viggo said.
'I missed you too. You little devil. Sean joked. 'Cute getup.'
'You like it?' Viggo said turning an elastic band around so that a small red plastic flag covered his crotch.
'I thought you didn't like Soccer.'
'I like what the Man I fuck likes' Viggo smiled and added 'though it is still not as much fun as American Football.'
Viggo reached to feel inside Sean's boxers. 'I think you missed me too.'
'In England your not allowed to touch the ball with your hands.'
'Goalies do quite a lot of ball touching.' Viggo breathed pulling Sean hotly to him, kissing the sweaty throat.
'They also prevent a lot of scoring' Sean said allowing Viggo to push him backwards toward a couch. 'I thought some forward passes were 'illegal' in American Football?'
'Well some are,' Viggo said pushing him onto the cushions. He slapped him hard once on the ass. 'But tight ends catch a lot of forward passes.'
Sean moaned and settled himself to a more comfortable position.
'Those are cute' Viggo reached to pinch Sean's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, catching a smudge of yellow greasepaint.
'I painted them square shaped, like little penalty flags, my nipples, you know they're sensitive.'
'You don't say' Viggo said smiling.
Viggo moved so that his arousal was just inches away from Sean's face.
'In my game you can still play under the red penalty flag' Viggo said pushing his swimsuit and flap against open eager lips.
'Soccer me Sean.'
Sean pulled back and arched an eyebrow.
'What can I say Sean, I'm feeling very British.'
'You had better been routing for Sheffield United today mate. If not I don't want to hear about it. OK?'
Viggo pulled his swimsuit down to expose his beautiful already hard cock. 'Look, I'm wearing Red and White aren't I? Look for yourself Captain, I'm rock 'solido'.
Sean winked and said, 'This I will do then, for the Brotherhood of Soccer Fans everywhere,'
'And For England.'
And he swallowed his cocky American actor like a stadium hotdog.
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Must rest now. Still catching up on my reading.
Lanna's Rugbytackle Challenge: lannamichaels
No ending date. No length limit. No time limit. Just a simple first line. I provide it, you write the fic. It can be long, short, angst, humor, or just simple smut. You can do threesome, twosome, or even gruesome. No limits. No holds barred.
All responses to this challenge must be crossposted to
rugbytackle.First Line:
Sean answered the door wearing only a pair of white boxers. He didn't seem to recognize his caller immediately, blinking slowly, and only then saying, "Oh, it's you. Come in."
Ready, set, slash! *grin*
Sean answered the door wearing only a pair of white boxers. He didn't seem to recognize his caller immediately, blinking slowly, and only then saying 'Oh it's you. Come in.'
Viggo entered clad in a tight 'stars and stripes' Speedo swimsuit. Naked from the waist up and wearing an old pair of tennis shoes with no socks. Turning and circling Sean, he dazzled his large red cape and for the finishing touch, lowered his large devil horns in a mock bullfight.
'Didn't you see me sitting ten rows back?'
'I saw you, and I bloody well should have known you'd follow me back here.'
'I missed you' Viggo said.
'I missed you too. You little devil. Sean joked. 'Cute getup.'
'You like it?' Viggo said turning an elastic band around so that a small red plastic flag covered his crotch.
'I thought you didn't like Soccer.'
'I like what the Man I fuck likes' Viggo smiled and added 'though it is still not as much fun as American Football.'
Viggo reached to feel inside Sean's boxers. 'I think you missed me too.'
'In England your not allowed to touch the ball with your hands.'
'Goalies do quite a lot of ball touching.' Viggo breathed pulling Sean hotly to him, kissing the sweaty throat.
'They also prevent a lot of scoring' Sean said allowing Viggo to push him backwards toward a couch. 'I thought some forward passes were 'illegal' in American Football?'
'Well some are,' Viggo said pushing him onto the cushions. He slapped him hard once on the ass. 'But tight ends catch a lot of forward passes.'
Sean moaned and settled himself to a more comfortable position.
'Those are cute' Viggo reached to pinch Sean's nipple between his thumb and forefinger, catching a smudge of yellow greasepaint.
'I painted them square shaped, like little penalty flags, my nipples, you know they're sensitive.'
'You don't say' Viggo said smiling.
Viggo moved so that his arousal was just inches away from Sean's face.
'In my game you can still play under the red penalty flag' Viggo said pushing his swimsuit and flap against open eager lips.
'Soccer me Sean.'
Sean pulled back and arched an eyebrow.
'What can I say Sean, I'm feeling very British.'
'You had better been routing for Sheffield United today mate. If not I don't want to hear about it. OK?'
Viggo pulled his swimsuit down to expose his beautiful already hard cock. 'Look, I'm wearing Red and White aren't I? Look for yourself Captain, I'm rock 'solido'.
Sean winked and said, 'This I will do then, for the Brotherhood of Soccer Fans everywhere,'
'And For England.'
And he swallowed his cocky American actor like a stadium hotdog.
-end-
Must rest now. Still catching up on my reading.
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Date: 2003-04-14 12:53 am (UTC)*sorry, work ate all my brain. no intelligent feedback tonight.*
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Date: 2003-04-14 08:47 am (UTC)love love LOVE the soccer inuendo. Mwah!
//does a little dance
LOVE THIS!!! :D
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Date: 2003-04-14 09:05 am (UTC)Just a couple of points though. I really can't see Sean ever calling it soccer. Also -
'Look, I'm wearing Red and White aren't I?
Arsenal are red and white as well. They played in their away shirts in the match but the fans would still wear red and white. This didn't ruin the fic though. Still loved it :)
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Date: 2003-04-14 09:38 am (UTC)Glad you liked it. :) I wanted him looking cute in a skimpy bathing suit! :P Next, under the Stadium in Manchester? :)
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