Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Is there anything crazier than watching your team lift the Europa League? Timmy will look into that later, when he's sure this isn't all a daydream, that they're in Sevilla, and that Rafa has just scored the decisive goal to offer them the cup that has been waiting for them for three years already. Timmy is drunk without having touched a single drop of alcohol yet, but he likes this spiritual intoxication, he likes being able to feel his whole body being so light, being able to let himself be carried away by the celebrations and the happiness. It's the football he loves, and he is proud to be part of this team.
Maybe his eyes get lost a little too much on his surroundings and not enough on the golden medal around his neck, but Timmy likes what he sees, and he refuses to let a single second of this fucking moment go, he wants to enjoy absolutely everything, everything he sees and feels. Filip is agitating the public, Kevin is giving the kiss of his life to his wife, Hinti is getting sloshed, Gonça is kissing Rafa.
Gonça is kissing Rafa?
Timmy mentally repeats the information to himself, trying to figure out how they got there. He's known for a while that Gonça isn't the straightest of men, but Rafa? Yeah, that's the most surprising thing. Rafa would fuck everyone but not a man, or maybe just Kristijan. He hopes that the Croatian hasn't seen it by the way, or that he's not jealous, because Timmy is completely jealous, and he completely refuses that Gonça lets himself be taken in by his impulses, they remain professionals while the cameras are there!
Timmy doesn't want to be the frustrated guy of the group, because it's the last night to celebrate with Aymen and Danny like in their prime time, but there's Gonça, and Gonça is more important than anything right now when his heart is beating much faster than usual in his chest. He doesn't like seeing him kiss another guy.
Timmy follows him to the locker room, and it's true that he enjoys seeing his Portuguese so excited and energetic, but he especially watches him so that he doesn't go and have fun kissing all the men on his path. If he wants to share a kiss, he's right there.
They take everything literally, but it's Gonça, and nothing really changes between them. Except that, compared to the semi-final against Chelsea, this time they have medals, victory, smiles, and condoms. Timmy almost saw it coming, but the truth is he always has some in his bag in case one of the guys wants to go out in the middle of the night to join another man (he's not aiming at Kristijan at all again).
Anyway, Gonça is naked in front of him, the door of one of Sevilla's locker room is blocked by a bench. Timmy is perfectly honest with himself, he really doesn't care if anyone catches them here, they're fucking European champions and he wants to fuck Gonça. His shorts and boxers are quickly joining those of his best friend, and what is about to happen is perhaps the worst thing a UEFA medal has seen in a long time...
They're not into kisses and sweet things, and that's something that Timmy respects a lot in Gonça, because he didn't want to introduce him to sex. No, Gonça must have had fun during his time at Schalke and Timmy can only smile at the thought that the man he most dreamed of fucking would have actually opened his legs for any of his teammates just before facing relegation.
There is, in fact, a kiss, when Timmy quickly opens Gonça with two fingers as he wants to avoid Rafa coming in to keep going with this kiss on the field. Gonça belongs to him, and Kristijan is Rafa's, or Rafa is Kristijan's, he doesn't really care. Everything he cares about is close to him, legs around his hips, lips on his neck.
It's snappy and fast and powerful, and Timmy loves it, he loves Gonça and he'll never regret this moment, because their medals clash every time he pushes inside of him, and there's no sweeter feeling than knowing they're champions and together after all this time messing around each other.
Maybe Gonça will leave this summer for a new club, but Timmy will never let him leave this locker room until he has time to make it clear to him that the best kiss of his life was not on the pitch after Rafa's penalty, but here, with him.
Damn, Timmy loves Gonça, and for next year club's Valentine's Day, they better get married.
The End
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