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Maquina (Rafa/Kristijan)

Maquina

Rafa is not exactly what he expected in his life, Kristijan would find it hard to say otherwise. Not that he doesn't like the Colombian, absolutely not. He even likes him a lot, it's just that of all the people present in Frankfurt, the small striker wasn't particularly the most obvious choice. But Kristijan still likes him.

It may be the alcohol in his veins and the fact that he has the Europa League trophy in his arms, but his thoughts drift towards Rafa without him being able to help it. Rafa is cute, and since he is small, when he gets angry on the pitch, Kristijan almost has to hold back a laugh. Either way, he will forever be grateful to Rafa for the equalizer he celebrated as if he had scored from the bench himself, and for the final goal that gave them the win. Kristijan isn't sure if he hurt Rafa by climbing on his back, but he wasn't the only one to do so, and the timing was right.

He hugs Rafa before asking him how he knew where to shoot against the opposing goalkeeper, his hand clinging to his medal to keep him close. Rafa has this particular smell halfway between sweat, tortilla and beer, and Kristijan likes it. The night is far from over, it's only just begun, and if it weren't for that slim chance of someone stumbling across two new winners of the competition, Kristijan knows his hands would be discovering Rafa's tiny body as if the victory they just achieved depended on it.

Kristijan would give anything for Rafa, it's not a question or a statement for nothing, and when he lets his gaze wander into Rafa's deep, dark eyes, he knows that the lips that touch his are not the result of chance, the adrenaline of victory or even alcohol. Rafa and him are a thing.

There's a trophy in his bed when they finally reach their hotel, and yet it's Gonça who gets the cup while Timmy reminds them all why no one is allowed to flirt with the Portuguese...

The End