š e j a n

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A/N:

:)

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šime didn't like this. šime didn't like this at all. it was 4 in the fucking morning. dejan just woke him up to go practice with him like he said he would. šime regretted ever agreeing.

"do i have to?" šime asked, his voice husky because he just woke up. he was groaning and trying to go back to sleep.

"yes!" dejan exclaimed and and threw the blanket off šime who just turned around and went back to sleep. dejan wouldn't just let him off like that so he  grabbed šime's hand and pulled him off the bed which resulted into dejan falling and šime landing on top of him. dejan and šime both blushed, looking away.

"well that's a good morning." šime murmured and got up. he started to get ready and kept bumping into dejan the whole time. they were never getting ready at the same time so it was weird and crammed up.

"marica znaa," šime started mumbling the words to marica by daleka obala.

"koliko je obožaaavam i..." dejan continued, all serious.

"mislim na njuuu" they both sang in unison.

they continued to belt out the rest of the lyrics as loud as they could get away with and then at the end of the song they started laughing uncontrollably. it was most certainly a sight to see.

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they got on the field and started warming up. dejan actually started to do so, well, they both did, but šime kept poking dejan and laughing.

soon after their supposed warm up - it couldn't really be called that but okay- they started jogging side by side, šime constantly elbowing dejan's ribs and giggling like a little child and dejan then returning the gesture which made šime fake an injury. he started throwing himself on the floor.

dejan played along with him, pretending that he stabbed him and then trying to help him because he was very sorry.

"oh my, oh my, i'm so sorry!" dejan's acting was so believable that šime for a second thought that dejan was genuine.

"here, let me help you!" dejan extended his arm to help šime up. šime took his hand, but instead of getting up, he pulled dejan down with him, laughing hysterically.

their faces were so close together and when dejan noticed that his face turned crimson and he started panting. their lips were mere centimeters apart. dejan was thinking of kissing šime but what would happen if šime didn't want it? he would ruin this - whatever it was. and dejan really liked it.

"uf jebote, težak si u pičku materinu!" šime complained and pushed the other boy off him, laughing off the awkward tension. dejan joined him, and soon they were laying side by side contently.

šime went to get up, but as soon as he got up, dejan got ahold of šime's leg and pulled it towards him making the other boy lose his footing and fall.

"are you dumb?" šime asked furiously. he decided to act a little to see how dejan will react. "what the fuck are you doing, asshole? i could've broken something!"

"i-im sorry, man! i was just playing." dejan started apologizing, he was genuinely scared that he fucked up.

both boys got up now and škme started walking towards dejan, intimidatingly. he pushed him a little and kept cursing at him until dejan was pinned against the wall and helpless.

he thought that šime was going to punch him but was left surprised when šime connected their lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

it took dejan a few seconds to respond, and when he did, šime was satisfied.

dejan couldn't stand not being the dominate one so he quickly flipped them over which made šime smile in the kiss. dejan put his hands on šime's waist and šime put his in dejan's hair.

dejan attempted to slip his tongue in šime's mouth but šime didn't allow him. dejan quickly thought of what to do so he squeezed šime's ass which made him gasp. dejan took the chance and soon their tongues were fighting for dominance.

they pulled away, panting.

"that was... wow...." dejan said, trying to catch his breath.

"yeah, but i'm never again practicing alone with you!" šime said and walked into the locker room, leaving dejan to ponder about what exactly just happened.

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A/N:

sad me morate voljet.
tjasa je probably umrla budimo realni.