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Title: Secret Polish Advice
Pairing: Miroslav Klose/Lukas Podolski, Bastian Schweinsteiger/Philipp Lahm
Summary: Part Two: Miro will get laid, Lukas still likes to tease, Bastian is totally helpless and Philipp will always take charge.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know them, but it'd be lovely if I did.
AN: Enjoy!

Secret Polish Advice


Miroslav loves the smell of Lukas’ flat in Cologne—it’s the closest he’s felt to home in twenty years. Not to mention that it smells infinitely better than the place Lukas had in Munich, always so cold and unsettling, like wet concrete. Maybe it’s the new perfume Monika wears, the one Miroslav bought her as a peace offering the last time he was in Cologne.

Lukas brings Miroslav back to the moment, laughing and shoving him playfully on to his mattress. With a brilliant grin, Lukas quickly pounces to straddle the older man’s hips while making quick work of Miroslav’s jacket and shirt before sliding downwards. The young man is silenced when Miroslav hooks a couple fingers around the back of his neck, dragging him down for a slow, searching kiss. Lukas begins moaning softly in the back of his throat as his partner starts massaging the tense muscles along his stiff shoulders. Busy hands stop their slow descent beneath the fabric of Miroslav’s track pants. After a few more languid kisses, tongue sliding along teeth and gums, Lukas pulls away. Lips flush, blue eyes bright with lust, he starts to move down the length of Miroslav’s body.

“Why was Bastian so agitated?” Miroslav shifts his shoulders, propping himself up on his elbows as Lukas nips along his collarbone. Arching up into the touch, he rubs his hand over the short, bristly hair at the crown of Lukas’ head.

“Fips.” Lukas glances up from Miroslav’s chest where the flat of his tongue envelops a nipple.

“Still?” Miroslav’s eyes slide shut, head tipped back as a long-suffering sigh slips past his thin lips.

“Yeah,” Lukas says as Miroslav blindly pulls at the younger man’s zip up, dragging it over his head and down his arms before tossing it off the bed into a dark corner of Lukas’ bedroom. “But don’t say anything.” Hair ruffled, Lukas stares up at Miroslav with a surprisingly serious expression. Miroslav raises an eyebrow as he reaches out to smooth down Lukas’ hair. “I wasn’t supposed to tell.” His words are all jumbled together as he ducks down to mouth Miroslav’s half hard cock through slick black fabric. With a startled groan, Miroslav’s arms give out and he collapses back onto the bed. Curling his fingers along the waistband, Lukas begins to tug gently as Miroslav wiggles his narrow hips out of the warm ups.

“Our little secret.”

Just as Lukas starts really hitting his stride, lips slick, dick hard and tongue loose, the sound of Cheryl Cole’s Fight for this Love sends his mobile buzzing off the near by nightstand. Cursing under his breath in Polish, Miroslav flings an arm out but only manages to thump the nightstand repeatedly in vain as he fumbles for the fallen phone. Cheeks hollowed around Miroslav’s cock, Lukas waits for the ringing to stop.

The person calls back straight away.

Whatever it is, it must be urgent. At least it better be fucking urgent.

Lukas rolls off the bed, scrambling for his mobile.

“Fuck, it’s Basti,” he pants, giving Miroslav an apologetic grimace when he resurfaces, climbing back to his previous position—straddling Miroslav’s narrow hips, now naked and enticing to touch. Lukas presses a brief kiss against his partner’s unresponsive mouth before answering the call.

“Hello?” Bastian’s small voice comes over the receiver, filling the space between Lukas and Miroslav. “Lukas, are you there?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lukas clutches his mobile to his ear. “What is it?” Miroslav folds his arms over his chest, watching with a painfully bored expression. He waits for Lukas to either roll his eyes or pry his arms open to lay his head against his chest. Usually it’s the latter after a victory, especially when they’ve both scored for Germany. This time, the younger man simply stares down at him, enjoying the rare view of a petulant Miroslav Klose. Lukas figures the man must be picking up cues from his kids cause he’s sure he has seen that same face before multiple times in miniature. The thought makes a daft smile spread across his face, which in turn only makes Miroslav give a tiny huff of exasperation.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Bastian suddenly sounds like his face is about four shades pinker.

“Kind of.” Lukas gaze wonders over the flushed skin of Miroslav’s chest. He runs his fingers along the man’s sternum. Miroslav catches his wrist and pulls the hand to his mouth. With a wicked grin, Lukas’ index finger is slowly engulfed in a wet, soft warmth. A short whimper escapes him as he watches Miroslav intently.

“Oh, sorry,” Bastian stumbles over his apology, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He sounds painfully awkward, intentionally ignoring the various telltale sounds of his best friend caught in a tantalizingly compromising situation. “Uh, say hi to Monika for me,” is the best response he can come up with that will keep Lukas on the line a little bit longer.

“Basti says hi, my darling.” Lukas gives Miroslav a teasing look, his voice sugary sweet as he leans down to rub the tip of his nose against Miroslav’s. The older man smacks him gently on the upper arm, eliciting a momentary pout from his striker partner. “So, what is so important?” Lukas switches Bastian to speakerphone and places the mobile on the bed just above Miroslav’s head. Leaning in close once more, with a finger against Miroslav’s lips, Lukas starts tracing the sensitive outer rim of his ear with the tip of his tongue as he listens to Bastian.

“I’m at the hotel restaurant with Philipp.” Bastian begins explaining calmly as Lukas tries to ignore the fact that Miroslav’s more than capable warm hands have slipped beneath the waistband of his track pants. In retaliation, he moves to lick and nip along the patch of skin where jaw and neck meet, one of Miroslav’s notorious erogenous zones. He has to firmly clamp a hand over his partner’s mouth to muffle his moans. “We’ve had a really nice time just chatting and everything but I don’t have a fucking clue what I should do now,” he’s frantic and whispering too loudly into the receiver. His voice comes out distorted and nearly incomprehensible.

“Get him upstairs,” Lukas begins, pulling away from Miroslav’s throat to direct his attention toward his mobile. His hips slowly rock forward and he presses himself against Miroslav’s hand. “And fuck his brains out.” Miroslav smacks Lukas’ now naked ass with his free hand, giving his partner a disapproving look.

“What?!” Bastian sounds as bewildered as Miroslav looks.

“Ask if he wants a nightcap?” Lukas tries again but it comes out more like a question than a recommendation. Lukas looks back to Miroslav for help. He pulls Lukas close to whisper in Polish.

Just tell him to let Philipp take charge.”

“Or better yet,” Lukas says loudly, “just let Philipp do everything.” He rewards Miroslav with a kiss, tongue sweeping along thin lips before dipping inside to run over slick teeth.

“But I don’t even know if he’s interested.” Lukas can’t stop his eyes from rolling and the exasperated sigh that spills out against Miroslav’s lips. Bastian sounds just as anxious as ever, as if he had made no progress at dinner. “You know, in that way.” His voice suddenly drops to barely audible. It’s rare that Bastian lacks confidence in his relationships with others and this world of insecurity is something totally foreign to the young man. Lukas untangles himself from Miroslav’s lithe limbs and grabs the phone. Taking it off speaker, Lukas presses the receiver tight against his ear.

“Basti.” His voice is clipped and direct. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. At least he is still sure of one relationship.

“Go back to the table and see what Philipp does. If he doesn’t suggest anything then you should.” Lukas finally gives him a good piece of advice. It sounds simple enough, test the waters and then if they don’t ripple take a risk and jump in headfirst. Nothing was ever gained without taking a risk, right? “Okay?” Lukas asks after a few moments of silence from Bastian.

“Okay…” Bastian parrots back, halfhearted and still a bit petrified of the possibilities that stretch out before him only a few tables away.

“Put some feeling into it, Basti,” Lukas instructs him, voice low and demanding as he shakes his fist vigorously.

Jesus, Lukasz.” Miroslav rolls his eyes at his partner’s theatrics.

“Okay!” Bastian repeats with the same gusto he would on the football pitch.

“Okay.” Lukas’ tone matches his and he grins when he sees Miroslav covering his face and a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Good.” He runs a hand through Miroslav’s soft hair. “I’m gonna go have sex now, so don’t call for at least another fifteen minutes.” A hand darts out and smacks Lukas on the ass again. “Ouch! Fuck, M—”

The line goes dead and Bastian is suddenly left alone, his head buzzing with a thousand and one scenarios and a living, breathing Philipp waiting for him. The minute he arrives at their table, after spending several long minutes screwing up his courage, Philipp is already signing the check.

“We’re leaving, okay?” Bastian is stunned and only manages to make a breathy noise of concession and a stiff nod, which Philipp ignores. The young man blinks a few times as Philipp wraps a hand around the crook of his elbow, dragging him out of the restaurant and toward the elevators.

“Philipp?” Bastian finds his voice as he watches the shorter man standing calmly beside him. There is a short pause before the doors open and Philipp glances up at him with an open smile but no explanation. But the soft expression on Philipp’s face does the trick and a bit of the knotted anxiety in the pit of Bastian stomach dissipates. He feels calmer, verging on something, maybe closely related to confidence.

He can do this.

The feeling doesn’t last long.

As soon as the elevator doors close, Philipp catches his gaze in their reflection.

“Why don’t you trust my leadership abilities?” The carefree tone in his voice is a complete mismatch with his face. There is a serious challenge beneath the words, bizarrely confrontational.

“Philipp, y—” Bastian tries to laugh it off, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I’m being serious.”

“I do, Philipp, it’s just,” he pauses, shoving his hands in his pants pockets and leaning against the side of the elevator. He pauses to consider the question. In all honesty, Bastian had never thought about their relationship in terms of captain and vice captain. He was always too busy worrying about how well they played together while also keeping Philipp from knowing about his feelings. They had always been equals. “We’re peers.” It is the simple truth.

“So you think I don’t have any authority?” Philipp’s back is rigid, his posture strained and artificial—resentment radiating off him in thick waves.

“It’s not that.” Bastian tries quickly to explain. “Well,” Bastian pauses as the doors to the elevator open. He remains inside. “Perhaps not over me.” Philipp once again grabs Bastian by the crook of his elbow and pulls him down the long hotel hallway. “Relax, man,” Bastian says more to himself than Philipp. Once again, a myriad of scenarios play through his head in rapid succession. But none of them end with Philipp hastily shoving him inside his hotel room and kissing him soundless.

“Philipp?” It’s a quiet whisper. He’s worried if he is too loud it will shatter the moment, everything will all turn out to be a trick.

“We need to be on the same page here, Basti,” he says with hot breath against Bastian’s throat. Bastian has never loved the sound of his nickname more than in the dark of Philipp’s hotel room. A thrill runs up Bastian’s spine, spreading through his limbs and settling to buzz dully at the base of his skull. It’s a completely new feeling that threatens to overwhelm his senses and fry his nerve endings.

“Oh trust me,” he says with a grin, his confidence spiking back to normal. He throws off his shirt and blindly staggers backwards toward Philipp’s bed, lit by the moon pouring in from the nearby window. “I’m on the same page.” Philipp follows closely, fingers scrabbling for purchase on naked hipbones while they continue kissing. The sound of hot, open mouth kisses, little sucking and licking noises, fills Bastian’s ears. “I just didn’t know you had the same book as me.” Bastian pulls away with a breathy laugh.

“You’re talking too much.” Philipp says with an unexpected smile, shoving Bastian back onto the bed before quickly following.

“I’m sorry, Kapitän” Bastian murmurs against Philipp’s lips.

Date: 2010-12-29 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chelsealady.livejournal.com
Ahahahaaa!!! Aw, man... I really enjoyed this!! Wee! C'mon! Miro/Lukas are love and wildness at the time... hope they never end XD.
Peace!
PS: So long time I don't write 'bout them. The last time was before Xmas.

Date: 2010-12-30 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] juliealmeida.livejournal.com
Wow. LOVED IT.

The part where Lukas is on the phone with Basti was very funny but also in way, a tad sad. All along, you wish Lukas could have told Basti that he was with Miro and not Monika... or you wish that somehow Basti finds out or doubts that it is Monika. Idk, during that part, you really fell as if they (Miro and Lukas) are supposed to happen...

And I lol'ed for the Bastian and Philipp part. Bastian being all stressed out and Philipp being all bossy is HELLA funny. hehe.

Anyways, great job hun!♥

Date: 2010-12-30 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sashatwen.livejournal.com
Ahahaha! So glad to see this continued!

It's good advice, too. Bossy Philipp was hilarious and really, really sexy. Thank you love!

Date: 2010-12-30 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jimaine42.livejournal.com
SEQUEL!!!!! YAY! Very, very pleased! And it's continuing with just the same snark and pace as in the first instalment. Love insecure Basti and Phil taking the reins in the end. Lesson learned: Listen to Lukas (well, Miro, actually:-)

Date: 2011-01-01 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miro-klose-pics.livejournal.com
Aah, that was really fun and sexy to boot. I love your characterization of Miro very much. And Philipp too. To imagine big burly Bastian being so helpless is really a foreign experience LOL
When I by chance hear the real Lukas talk I always have difficulties imagining him with cultivated, soft-spoken Miro but I can easily forget about that in such a fine piece of fiction.
Thanks very much *bow* For you and us I wish you a wonderful(ly productive) New Year. ^____^

Date: 2011-01-04 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 6why-me9.livejournal.com
gaaaahh...so so hot. I love Philipp In Charge. *drools*

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