Lashton/Malum One Shots

Goal - Lashton

"All that there is left to say is go out there and give it your all, lads." Jack Thorne, the manager of Sydney FC says to his football team.

Luke Hemmings, number 10, leans over to Ashton Irwin, number 13, and whispers quietly to him: "if you score a goal I'm going to kiss you."

Ashton stifles a laugh.

Luke and Ashton are secretly having a thing, not an official thing but a thing none the less.

"You wouldn't dare." Ashton murmurs back and Luke just smirks.

Now Ashton knows Luke, and he knows that he'll try and get Ashton to score whenever possible, not that Ashton doesn't want Luke to kiss him. He does. Just not publicly yet. They would have plenty of time for that later.

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They're currently drawing with NSW FC and Luke's got the ball and is rubbing towards the goal when he passes sideways to Ashton and then feels a searing pain in his ankle and he hits the ground hard, his head taking the impact as he falls on someone's boot.

The whistle sounds immediately and Luke can't really see straight as he makes out the guy who just hit him going off the pitch.

"Luke?" Ashton's asking gently, a hand on his cheek.

Luke groans and gets up slowly, swaying a bit but Ashton's holding him around the waist as he falls.

"I'm okay, just let my head stop spinning." He mumbles as the referee listens.

He closes his eyes and turns to rest his forehead against Ashton's shoulder until he feels better and the ref gives him the ball.

"Your shot." He says and Luke nods.

He breathes in and out slowly before running at the ball. He sees Ashton out of the corner of his eye and kicks the ball as hard as he can, watching it as it flies over the goalie's head and into the back of the net.

He punches the air and falls onto the floor in relief as the final whistle blows.

"YES LUKE!" He hears Ashton yell before he's tackled by him, brought into a huge hug sandwich as Ashton lies on top of him before the rest of the team follow suit.

"Well done, mate!" The captain says to him and he grins as everyone gets off, all apart from Ashton.

"What're you doing?" Luke asks.

"Kissing you." He states casually before he grabs both of Luke's hands, holding them above his head and bends down to kiss him, smiling into the kiss as the crowd roar. Their teammates are also cheering them on.

It wasn't quite how Luke expected it to be, it was better.