𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒; 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

j. kimmich x l. goretzka (champions)

It was wonderful. Such a... cool feeling, spreading through the whole body. Like pleasant shivers that ran from the head, to the feet and vice versa. It could be compared to a gentle electric shock, only a million times more pleasant.

In the final seconds he already felt he had had enough. Hearing a long, clear whistle, he fell tiredly to the turf, as if he was going to collapse from exhaustion if the match lasted even a moment longer. His legs hurt so damn much that he felt like ripping them out and replacing them with new ones. The kind that wouldn't hurt at the slightest movement.

And then it came to him. Partly, of course, because he was so distracted that it was only going to reach him completely later. They won. They won the Champions League.

He immediately perked up as if someone had replaced his batteries. The pain that was even paralysing his legs, preventing him from going any further, didn't matter. It simply ceased to matter as he walked faster and faster towards the Brazilian with every passing moment. At one point, however, his legs couldn't bear the weight of his body, and he would have fallen to the turf had it not been for Goretzka's strong arms, which wrapped around his body, preventing him from colliding with the ground.

"Hey, watch out," the taller man laughed, lifting him up like a bride or another princess. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" He smiled warmly at him, wiping away his tears in the process, which didn't do much anyway, as more were dripping down the blond man's cheeks.

"I-wanted to say goodbye to Phil-" he whispered, forgetting that this moment was a moment of their triumph, and was to be dedicated to their joy, not any sorrows. But what wonder to him, his beloved toddler was returning to Barcelona, and he would no longer have any way to defend him from the dogmatic comments in his direction. They were few and far between at Bayern, as the Brazilian was definitely loved by them. Well, nobody knew what it was like at Barcelona....

"Hey, sunshine, goodbye will come later, see," He nodded towards a jubilant Coutinho, who was even choking Ivan Perišić out of that joy. "Shall we go to them?" He brushed the wet hair off Kimmich's forehead and, when the latter nodded, headed with him on his hands towards the Croatian and the Brazilian.

Coutinho, noticing the Germans, moved away from Perišić and threw himself at Goretzke. The startled one crumpled to the grass and Kimmich laughed at him.

"Excuse me!" he squealed, but Joshua immediately picked himself up and locked him in a tight hug. A somewhat surprised Philippe snuggled into him after a while, and Leon immediately hugged them both, hoping not to strangle either of the little guys.

"Hey, I want a hug too!" Ivan laughed out loud and the older of the Germans spread his arms so that the Croatian could snuggle into them too, which of course he immediately did.

Then the Brazilian looked up and met Neymar's gaze, clenching his fists tightly on Alaba's shirt. It was nice to see the Austrian trying to comfort him, but somewhere inside Coutinho felt a little... jealous. He sighed quietly and moved away from his friends.

"Hey, sun, where are you running off to?" Kimmich asked, pulling him close, and when he saw the sadness in his eyes, he hugged him like the greatest treasure. "Baby, what's wrong?" He stroked him worriedly through his hair.

Philippe was unable to say anything, so he simply nodded towards the boy. Joshua sighed quietly and reluctantly let him go. He kissed him on the forehead and Goretzka did the same.

"Go ahead, sunshine." After saying these words, Goretzka's lips stretched into a gentle smile. He himself didn't know why, but Neymar's suffering was so... so... satisfying. He definitely enjoyed the tears on his cheeks and the red eyes. Yes... an exaggerated sight.

"Let's get going too, Leonidas" Leon looked reproachfully at Joshua, to which the latter only laughed quietly. "Well, don't get so upset.... That sounds like some kind of Roman warrior. Or better yet, like some Spartan! Well, you see; you, the Greek warrior, and me, the mighty god Joshua. We fit together perfectly."

"Sometimes I wonder if stupidity is your birth defect or an acquired one. And how come, after all, you have tolerable parents...." Leon combed his hair gently. Then he stood up, picked it up and headed towards the changing room. "But you just seem to spend too much time in Thomas company."

They both laughed quietly and then neither of them spoke another word, enjoying the proximity of the other. Together they went to the showers and, of course, in the coach they sat next to each other, unable to tear themselves away from each other. At the hotel, they didn't talk either. Kimmich stared at the ceiling, lying with his head on Goretzka's torso, while the brunet gently combed his hair with his fingers.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Leon finally, when the silence became too unnerving and the silence too intrusive.

"About everything... And about nothing"  Joshua laughed quietly, closing his eyelids. "I still can't believe we made it.... I think we won the champions league, you know?"

"I know, Josh... We were amazing. You were amazing too. Anyway, as usual. You play so wonderfully... I can never get over your wonderful, delicate movements.... You have an overwhelming talent."

"Thank you, that's very kind and dear" He smiled gently, turning towards him and hugging his side. "You also have an overwhelming talent." He slipped his hand under his shirt, drawing some unidentifiable patterns on his belly with his finger. "Today we proved that we are the best. I can't imagine playing anywhere else but here."

Then Joshua's phone unexpectedly vibrated, though the blond didn't care at all, enjoying his partner's proximity. Maybe it was a mistake, or maybe it was a very good that it had just happened, because he wasn't ready for such truth and honesty yet. The message was from Havertz and went roughly like this; ❝good evening darling. you were truly amazing, I'm fucking proud.... can't wait to meet you, beautiful. great reward waiting for you❞.

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aaah, sorry, I wrote it one
year ago, so...
arghh, fucking shit

love y'all.