Summary – Someone is getting a little too close to Antony for Lisandro's liking.

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Lisandro stood peering over Antony's shoulder, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Who are you textning?"

"Licha." Antony jumped. "Why would you scare me like that?"

"Sorry." Lisandro said, clearing his throat. "But who are you textning?"

Antony had been glued to his phone all day, chuckling at the screen whenever he received a new notification. It was getting to Lisandro's nervs, knowing that somone else could make Antony wrinkle his nose in the way he always did when laughing. Usually at Lisandro's jokes, but not anymore, not today.

"Who am I textning?" Antony asked.

"Yes who?"

"Oh, it's just Dalot. His girlfriend is babysitting this dog that keeps bothering him."

"Dalot? He's the one you've been textning all day?" Lisandro hid the fact that his knuckles were white from clenching his fist.

"Yeah, look." Antony was not ashamed to show Lisandro his conversation streak with Dalot. And indeed there was several pictures of a labradoodle chewing on a Manchester United sock, and running around with a Manchester United bottle in its mouth.

"It's funny no?" Antony chuckled, his nose wrinkling.

"Adorable." Lisandro muttered.

It was getting to a point where the buzzing of Antony's phone was starting to drive him crazy. "Can you at least turn off the sound on that thing, at least whilst we're eating?"

Antony frowned, not knowing what's got Lisandro so moody lately. Although he could imagine how hard it was for him to stay at home all day whilst Antony went on to train with the team every day.

"Sure Licha, I'm sorry." Antony said and stretched for his phone.

Lisandro sighed, knowing Antony hadn't done anything wrong. It was really Dalot that Lisandro was annoyed with. Since when did he get so close to Antony? Lisandro hadn't seen the two of them that close to each other during training, but the again Lisandro himself was often the one who occupied Antony's side. Even in the gym. Lisandro wouldn't let anyone but him spot Antony whilst he benched wights. He didn't trust anybody but himself with such a responsibility, especially not Diogo Dalot.

Later that night Lisandro was on his way to bed when he pasued as he passed the bathroom door upstairs.

"How about this one." He heard Antony say. But who was he talking to?

"....No, I didn't like that one, let me send you another one."

"What?" Lisandro gasped as he pressed his ear to the bathroom door.

"Go with the yellow one...." Another voice said, Dalot's voice.

"Yeah, he'll like the yellow one." Antony said, his laughter echoing in the bathroom.

Lisandro couldn't believe it. Antony, who he minutes ago heard turning on the water to shower was now on the phone with Dalot. What if? Lisandro thought. What if they were face timing.

"Licha what are you..."

Antony almost dropped his towel as Lisandro yanked the handle to the door, stumbling into the bathroom with a fuming expression on his face. He shifted his head in search for Antony's phone. It stood on the sink, with its back to the steam covered mirror. Dalots name occupied the screen.

"Licha why are..."

Lisandro ignored Antony and limped towards the sink, grabbing Antony's phone and pressing the end call button.

"Okay?" Antony said confused. "Why did you do that for?"

Lisandro chest rose with his heavy breathing. "Because." He said, struggling to catch his breath.

"Yes?" Antony wanted a real explanation for Lisandro's strange way of suprising him for the second time today.

"Why were you on the phone with Dalot, in the bathroom of all places?"

"Oh?" Antony said, slowly cracking a smile. "I was showing him somthing funny."

"Somthing what?" Lisandro felt a stroke coming on right there and then.

"I was asking Dalot for some advice about somthing funny." Antony said, not wanting to meet Lisandro's eyes for some reason.

"But...but...why couldn't you ask me for advice on somthing funny?" Lisandro sounded pathetic and he knew it, but hey, all is fair in love and war and for some reason he felt like he was fighting for more of Antony's attention towards him.

"Well, I was eventually going to show you once Dalot helped me pick the color."

Lisandro frowned. "Pick the color to what?"

"Well." Antony's hands went to his waist, unwrapping the towel tied around it. Lisandro's eyes widened in suprise. "Oh."

"Ta da!" Antony said as he let the towel drop to the floor, reavilng his lemon colored speedos. The once professional swimmers wore at the pool or perverts still stuck in the 80's.

"W...what are those." Lisandro laughed, tears already filling his eyes as he held his stomach.

"Do you like them." Antony smiled. "I thought that might cheer you up."

Lisandro wiped his eyes. "Where did you get those?"

"Dalot knows this portuguese guy in Manchester. He works as a stripper."

Lisandro raised a curious brow. "Is this you ready to put on a show for me?"

"It depends." Antony said, moving towards Lisandro, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Lisandro snorted as he felt the slick material of Antony's speedos rubb against his thigh. "It depends on what?" He said.

Antony perked up to kiss his lips. "It depends where you want me to put on the show, the bedroom or downstairs?"

Lisandro frowned "The neighbors will see us downstairs."

"Bedroom it is." Antony said, turning Lisandro over and spanking his butt as he was shuffled out of the bathroom.

"Get ready for a show Licha!" He said, closing the door in Lisandro's face.

"Idiot." Lisandro muttered, but felt his heart warming in his chest.