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They did it, they won. The French Rugby team won Six Nations Championship.
Antoine's eyes search the eyes of his friend, his lover. The world move around him : teammate scream and cry of joy, hug each other. But Antoine don't see anything of this, the world stop to turn when he crose Charles look, a couple of inches in front of him. Charles, messy hairs, glowy eyes and a big smile in his face. The two mens lost theyself in the look of the other for few seconds which look like hours. Nobody seems see what is going on between they.
Antoine wants one thing, kisses him right now. He wants to celebrate this victory whis the guy he loves, whitout hiding. Charles do an head sign which responds to Antoine's silent question. Number 9 comes forward and kiss passionately his captain. The kiss is loving and sensual. Blond boy's hands goes to brown boy's chest. He smile in the kiss.
If at the beggining they're invisible, fast, the eyes turn to them. Eyes, camera, the whole wolrd. But the didn't care for the moment. Charles only tightened (okay, google gives me this word lmao) his grip on the younger man's hips to get closer and to try to protect him. Other players don't ask something ( they knew that something appened between Charles and Antoine ) and jump into their arms to celebrate with them. In the middle of this chaos, Charles whispers in Antoine's hears : "happily we want a calm coming out, don't you think mon cœur ?". The younger laughs and kiss him again.
Sure, this is not so simple, and they both wish they had annotated it differently, but the euphoria of the victory has changing their plans a little. Of course it's not gonna be easy, but they can do this, together.