The Fault In Our Fifa - Ibarboyang FanFic

Ibarbo's PP

He sprinted across the pitch, pure sweat, almost effortlessly. I watched him score his 30th goal so far with a huge smile on his face.

When the match ended, we all ran into the locker rooms, congratulating one another. I found it very hard to squeeze though the crowd of players to congratulate him, so I stood back and waited for everyone to move away. After a while, everyone was gone but me and Aubameyang, so I congratulated him by myself. I wanted to give him a man-hug, but i didnt want to become to attached.

'God, this man's amazing' I thought to myself as he took off his shirt and stuffed it into his bag. He looked at me, almost curious why I was looking back. "Ibarbo," he started to say. "Call my Victor, or Vic, whatever you'd like." I interrupted. "Okay, Victor... What are you looking at? Have I done something wrong? Am I too pacey for you?" He said with a laugh, a laugh i loved. 'Too perfect for me' i thought to myself. "Haha, funny! No, I was just looking at you I guess." I stood up "I'm sorry to make things awkward, but you are really fit, strength wise..." I said reluctantly.

He just smiled and looked into my eyes, "And? I'm not Victor Ibarbo am I? I may be ever so faster but I'm not as fit as you." Aubameyang said, very confidently. "I for one disagree," he stepped closer towards me, breaking the space between us, which i did not see coming, "Its Aubameyang, which is perfect, not Ibarboyang."

"Perfect? Well thank you. But Ibarboyang, I like the sound of that." he glides his hands to my waist and inches me closer, so close i could just kiss him. Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang - absolute perfection. I step closer to him, and before I could say anything, he touches my lips with his. They were so smooth, I loved them. He pauses our kiss "This has been a very good day. 30th goal, I'm now gay, and I've got you Victor Ibarbo."

He carries on kissing me, pushing me against the lockers.

I wish this never ended.