Artist: Soubi_Tatsumi
Title: is the fault of the beer.
Claim: Argentina / Chile (but equally fierce left Manueline> 8 (!)
Warnings: Shonen-ai , with some handling \u0026lt;3
Rating: T.
Plot: "Enough was enough, Manuel was tired of hearing his taunts, he felt his blood boil guasso violently through his veins. For a moment he felt like the beer subíaa head and without thinking much about what he did, rather carried away by a passionate reflection, closed its puñoy launched a coup in Argentina's direction. "
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is the fault of the beer
The usual, had been in meeting to watch the football game would be released that afternoon. Manuel quickly reviewed the hall looking for any sign of disorder. He left the cooler with beer by the couch, pulled the TV and ordered some snacks on the coffee table. He had left a Chilean flag behind the sofa, with the intention of making flame to celebrate goals that surely would enter your selection.
Everything was ready, just missing that fool with a personality and arrogance comparable only to the height of Aconcagua. He checked his watch, missing twenty minutes to start the game. As soon as he sat on the large sofa felt the front door opened noisily. A few seconds later he saw Martin walking appear in the room quietly, carrying cans of beer and grocery bags.
-Shii, moron just happens Chile cried when they saw the gaucho. Gastai I mean personal, eh?
-How nice to greet resources, "said Martin guasito paying no attention as he sat at the other end of the couch, seemed enthusiastic about the idea of the game. Turn on the TV, that you wait for an invitation "?
Manuel decided to ignore the arrogant attitude of his companion, after all he was convinced that his team would win this time when it could win carota rub in their teasing. Settled in the chair, turned on the television, took a can of cooler and opened drinking nearly half of its contents at once. I could not wait to shout the first goal of Chile.
But unfortunately for Chile, there was no chance that the poor held a goal. The match went evenly, no goals in the first time he did that for the second time the installation of a rather tense silence which was sometimes interrupted by words such as "transfer it, baby, do not get the point s, pass! "or" But moron, What are you doing! ". final score: Argentina [1] - Chile [0], the Argentines managed to score on the scoreboard a few minutes before the final whistle, when this happened it triggered the disaster.
- Yes, We're the greatest!, There you have chilenito, who is your idol, eh? "Was the first thing Martin said to hear the final whistle, Argentina took the flag that had carefully placed on his legs and began to move quickly around the room, taunting the defeated Chile that was sinking more and more on the couch. I could not believe they had lost again. The shame and rage were burning inside, so devoted to empty beer cans that still had closed.
After a while Martin was lying on the couch, exhausted from so much celebration and with a grin from ear to ear. Manuel had already emptying the contents of all cans of beer, so head felt a little strange. Decided he'd heard enough to upset blond and quarrel with him only further elevate his ego. He got up to go to the kitchen, but was immediately followed by his friend, who would not feel satisfied until you hear a scream of rage Chile.
teasing in the kitchen continued, while Manuel Martín discarded empty cans had been engaged to continue their celebration. Unfortunately Chile's patience ran out when Martin approached him to whisper in her ear:
enseñoa "When you want to play for real, guasito.
Enough was enough, Manuel was tired of hearing his taunts, he felt his blood boil guasso violently through his veins. For a moment he felt like the beer subíaa head and without thinking much about what he did, rather carried away by a passionate reflection, closed its puñoy launched a coup in the direction of Argentina.
Martin opened his eyes wide, there was Chile, in front of him, watching him with the fierce expression of the indomitable probably inherited araucana community. The coup was wrong intentionally, giving on the part of the wall that was right next to Martin's face. Manuel was looking at him, almost without blinking.
"Hey, Manuel, do not be idiot ...
"Shut up.
"But hey, I say it's only a joke, you can not be ...
Unfortunately Martin was unable to complete the sentence that he tried hard to articulate. While the blonde thought some excuse to escape the gaze of Chilean Manuel came violently to him, pressing his lips against the other boy. Yes, Manuel I was kissing him pessimistic and insecure guasso was dominating at that time. Martin felt his temperature rose, while a feeling of shame and something that still could not identify surfaced in his mind. Chile's lips were warmer and softer than he had imagined even in their wildest dreams. Before I could think of refuse or return the kiss broke Ely Manuel re-look at him.
-Ah, at last, quietly you see better, "said with a triumphant grin on his face, though his haughty smile lasted very little. What had I done?, Had kissed Martin. Realizing the situation I felt like the temperature went up almost instantly, the blush came over her face completely and could not ground the eyes look to Martin.
Both were surprised, too much to say something, Manuel pulled his hand that still remained in the wall, close to the face of another youth. His eyes were lost in the entertaining world of ceramics that was under his feet, could not lift his face ... not really understand why he had done it, would it be because of alcohol?, "A moment of weakness? ah, maybe, after all the people who are not thinking clearly drunk, but then remembered that popular saying: "Neither children nor drunkards know how to lie." So what I had done because I really wanted to do?, Bah, it was dumb enough, it was because I wanted to. Now, what think Martin of it?, What would think ... had made a mariconada, surely it would soon hit him and sped away from home. Volveríaa walk alone through the beautiful fields designated by him as "happy copy of Eden."
The atmosphere was really uncomfortable, overwhelmed by the uncertainty Manuel decided to break the silence, after all, the shit is already done, she thought with characteristic pessimism its idiosyncrasies.
"Hey, Martin ...
" Who would have thought I would learn something so interesting about a guy like you, "interrupted Martin casually, looking forward ; s flushed cheeks of his interlocutor.
- What wea ...? "Manuel could not finish the sentence, the blond's lips had touched gently on their own, while her body was pushed by the hand of Martin. So they stayed a moment, feeling the touch of the lips of others, united in a kiss as sweet as the grapes that produced the wine that he liked both to Chile.
Martin walked his hand gently over the back of Manuel, freeing his friend's lips slowly, then went to his ear and whispered:
n you look better quietly, guasso.
Manuel's body was completely shocked to feel the breath of Martin in his ear, did not know what to do, what to say, his mind quickly looking for an insult he could out of this embarrassing situation, but never found a satisfactory result. Martin took advantage of the silence of his friend and kissed her ear gently, then his sideburns, his cheek, continued to advance slowly over opposite again. The young man had gone to look at the floor, which caused a chuckle in the gaucho.
Upon hearing volvíaa felt his blood boil with anger and raised face with aggression:
- What do you creís hueveo I'm for you, huh? "Growled quickly. By lifting his face had been so close to Martin that he could feel her breath mingled.
"You do not change, you're up to declare to a disaster. -Sentenced before pinching blonde tan lips from hers, together in a kiss more passionate than before. Martin wanted to feel the taste of that mouth that had seen both and try it soon. Bit her lower lip gently Manuel taking advantage of what would be a groan of discontent to take over inside. Her tongue eagerly sought his companion, allowing you to savor the flavor gently craved. Blonde free hand rested on Manuel's chin, holding it firmly, then lowering it gently to stroke the neck of the dark.
The simple touch of the hand on her bare neck Martin made the rest of your skin shiver. Manuel mentally cursed the trick that her body was playing. Because of alcohol should be preferred to think that way, he could not afford such weakness against Martin, but I had no willpower or sober enough to reject it. The hand that had been resting on his back made his way south, Manuel was released the kiss and he could feel the gaze of the blonde nailed in her face. No, could not face him, shame consumed him.
Martin watched as the young fun dodging eye contact again sought his face but was cleverly evaded by the Chilean ashamed. He brought his lips to one of his red ears and whispered this time mockingly:
more fun than I expected.
"Shut up, moron, blame the beer.
Martin sighed at the stubbornness of the words in Chile, apparently not yet was able to take what they were doing, probably the next day would be responsible to deny everything that happened that night, "That night? ... Yes, Martin would not escape Manuel, not this time, he had waited long enough.
"Okay, you win, the beer's fault," she said as she smiled warmly.
-strange that such cooperative ESTIS Manuel replied sarcastically.
"It seems that you need an excuse, you're so childish ..." said the Argentine before kissing the lips of Chile quickly. Never mind, "he reiterated, is the fault of the beer.
