Wingman Gone Wrong | LeoFiat

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Playing doubles is going a lot better than anyone expected. Even their fellow members are surprised by the perfect chemistry the two players worked around the court. People wonder if it they are practicing together without others knowing. As far as it is understood, the two players often play against each other rather than with each other. What is discussed is how the decision for the substitution was impulsive and made a couple hours after the doubles competition yesterday.

Fiat and Leo hardly broke sweat their first few games. They are even laughing before and after games as they felt little tension between. Ann, Fern and their friends come again and are surprised to find the new pairing and cheer even louder than they did the day before. Both give a polite bow and a shake of the hands of their opponents before pulling each other into a hug as they make it to the finals. By standers and other members of the club clasp their shoulders and comment about how clean the game was. Fiat tackles Leo's shoulders and Leo reacts quickly by holding his weight on his back as they parade around a little before stopping in front of Ann. Fiat hops down and gives her a smug smile. She rolls her eyes before poking his chest and reminding him not to get a big head as it is a doubles game and Leo has just as much right to the win as he does. "Well, of course, Pip. I'm not saying Leo didn't do anything, but let's be real here. The games would not be as easy as they have been. All we need to do is keep it up and Max and Mike have nothing on us."

"Whatever, Fiat. You always have such a big head after your games. Why can't you be humble like Leo?" Ann scowls at Fiat only to be shot down by her claim.

"Sorry, Ann, but winning these games as we have, I can't help but feel a bit confident for the finals," Leo slugs his arm around Fiat and gives a little shrug of his shoulders. Ann presses her lips together. Her and her friends are quick to compliment him and say he deserves to boast about his wins and feel confident about it. Fiat groans and rolls his eyes as he tosses Leo's arm off his shoulder and claims to use the restroom. He will rather walk out than be stuck to listen to Leo being raised onto a pedestal by his best friend. Fiat did not need to use the restroom and actually goes to the practice section and finds a vacant section on the stands and lays down. He stretches his arms over his head and hums as he feels his spine crack. His adrenaline was quickly draining from the games and the exhaustion from the day before is catching up with him. There is a thirty minute break before the finals and while he should not let his adrenaline drop, Fiat needed this nap. He throws his arm over his eyes and quickly loses consciousness.

A soft touch is brushing against his nose and Fiat 'hmphs' as he scrunches his face and shields it from being touched again. A low chuckle fills his ears and Fiat just sighs. "Don't be weird, Leo. Give me a sec."

"How about a massage? May as well since your laying here," Leo offers. A smile rises on Fiat's face and he flips to his stomach and happily exposed his back and shoulders to Leo. With eyes still shut, Fiat hears Leo shift and suddenly a weight is at the back of his thighs before a firm press against his lower back follows. Fiat moans in delight. Leo's hands place pressure all at the right places and Fiat audible lets him know how great it feels. Just before he really feels his muscles loose, everything disappears. "Alright, that's enough."

Leo clears his throat as he stands and falls onto the vacant seat at Fiat's feet. Fiat sits up with a frown, but thanks him anyway. He adjusts his clothes and rolls his neck out before turning to Leo. Fiat raises a brow to see a disgruntled man and questions, "Do you want a massage back? I'm not great at it, but I can try. Here, let me try the shoulders."

Fiat hops over the row they were on, to the one behind them and firmly holds Leo down. Unconfidently, Fiat works his hands into Leo's shoulders, neck and upper arms. His focus to do a good job makes his tongue poke out as he brows knit together. Fiat is unknowledgeable in massaging people and tries to copy what Leo did that he liked. With two hands rubbing over Leo's left shoulder, extending to the pectoral, a hand shoots out to stop him. Fiat pauses with fear that he was doing something wrong, but is reassured as Leo turns around with a smile. "I think I'm good now. Thanks, Fiat. We should actually head back out to the other side. I think finals will be starting soon. I was actually suppose to take you back earlier. Coach was asking for us."