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Back in the good Ol' days (Marco/Jan/Alex)

Back in the good Ol' Days

Marco can remember a lot of things when he thinks back to his time in Frankfurt, he lived there so much that some memories have faded, but so many have remained etched forever that it wouldn't surprise him that one day he woke up afterwards remembering a whole bunch of matches. For the moment, it's the memories of his first final of Pokal that come back, in 2006, already against Bayern. Some things never really change. He can remember little from the game, but a lot of the opposing team's post-game celebration, golden confetti falling over him as he stared at his silver medal wondering what he should have done more to make Frankfurt win. He still doesn't have an answer today. Even though they ended up winning that damn cup two years ago now, Marco can't seem to forget everything that may have followed the final whistle. Of course there was the joy of opponents like Kahn or Lahm or others, but there was also the bitter feeling of his teammates at the time, and he can't forget Alex's look of disappointment, nor Jan's. They were kids then, and living through that could only shape them, but not in a good way. It was on that day that they acquired the culture of defeat.

Marco can remember joining Alex in his room to talk with him as they often did in those days, before they got a little older, and he had been slightly surprised to find Jan already present on his bed, Alex putting his arms around his shoulders. Sure they were friends back then, but Marco had been able to feel more, much more in their movements, so he had closed the door behind him before putting his arms around the keeper too to comfort him. They were so young then, it was so strange to be able to feel everything his two teammates were doing against him. Marco can remember holding Jan silently for half a dozen minutes before he felt Alex's lips on his hand, kissing his knuckles when they had never really dared to come close before that day. Marco can remember he let go of Jan to kiss Alex, he's not sure what the keeper did at the time, but he looked at them without saying a word. They were young adults still discovering their body at that time, it was their first experience between men, so it was more of a challenge than a real adventure, it was up to the one who would succeed the best with that work, to forget the evening.

Marco then parted his lips from the striker's to urge Jan not to remain silent on the edge of the bed, Alex also reached out to him, and he doesn't know what may have gone through the keeper's mind , but for a few seconds, a whole bunch of questions seemed to be going through, before he took Meier's hand. It's from there that his memories become more and more blurry, because Alex isn't the type of guy who knows how to master his strength from the start, and Jan's lips already tasted so appealing (he always understood why Lukas fell for him so quickly). Marco still hasn't forgotten the pain of the evening, but he also hasn't forgotten that it was one of the most exciting nights of his life, discovering the bodies of his two former teammates now colleagues in the staff is nothing to regret.

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"It wasn't such a good time."

"Shut up, Alex."

"He's not wrong."

"The same for you Jan."

The End