Ficlet - Czech lessons - Milan Baroš/Harry Kewell

Title: Czech lessons
Author: benitle
Rating: PG
Pairing: Milan Baroš/Harry Kewell
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them, bla bla, never happened…all just my dirty imagination
Summary: Harry’s first attempts to learn Czech
Archive: Beautiful Games
Note: Thanks go to ninamalfoy for the lovely and quick beta, plus to Teri for my own little lesson of Czech.



„Řřřřřřřřř“ - „Šššššššš“ - „Řřřřřřřřř“.

Harry tried to repeat those Czech sounds over and over again. But somehow they just wouldn’t come out of his mouth correctly, somehow his lips wouldn’t cooperate, somehow they seemed absolutely unpronounceable to him. He just didn’t understand the Why.

A few moments ago, in the store, Harry had still been convinced that learning Czech was a good idea. Therefore he had decided to buy some kind of self-learning programme. And in the end he had selected an audio CD box.

Even now, back in the car, the lovely voice of the recording gave him the impression as if there existed nothing easier. Or when Milan talked to Šmicer, when they giggled during training and looked over to their team mates, pointing at them, then Czech seemed to be like a lovely melody. But Harry’s own tries were rather miserable.


The Australian smirked as all the other memories of Milan speaking Czech with him floated into his mind. All those private, intimate moments only the two of them knew about. The seconds when climax hit Milan and all the striker had been able to do was moan in Czech, because he wasn’t able to think of any appropriate words in English. Harry also remembered Milan using his mother tongue when he whispered obscene comments into his ear or, as Harry could tell from the sexy and seductive tone in Milan’s voice, hidden fantasies and secret desires. Maybe this was Milan at his most vulnerable. Too bad Harry didn’t understand.

Suddenly a strange thought came into Harry’s mind. Perhaps this was not only about understanding Czech, but rather more an attempt to understand Milan. Although they had known each other for quite some time now, there were many of Milan’s features that still seemed mysterious to Harry.


He had been lost in his thoughts, when he realized that he already had arrived at his destination: Milan’s house. The other day the Czech had asked for a test ride on Harry’s new car after the midfielder had bored him for about 45 minutes trying to convince him of how great the silver Mercedes was.

Harry stepped out and jogged over to the door without turning off the motor.

Milan already awaited him. After sharing a brief kiss and hug, they went over to the car.

As both of them got into the Mercedes, Milan suddenly laughed out loudly. At first Harry didn’t understand his lover’s reaction, until he noticed that he had forgot to turn off the CD player and therefore the Czech CD was still running. Shit, the Australian thought. Due to a sudden rush of blood, Harry’s face must have become as red as a tomato.


“I didn’t know you’re studying Czech, Haz! Otherwise I would have watched out more carefully what to say around you!” Milan grinned.

Harry couldn’t think of anything to respond. Well done, Harry Kewell! Once more you’ve made a complete fool of yourself, he said to himself.

This was definitely an uncomfortable situation and Harry knew too well how much Milan enjoyed moments like these. Not surprisingly, the Czech didn’t do anything to release the tension.

Harry drove off, quietly. Still he didn’t know what to say. After some minutes he decided to break the silence and therefore started talking about the car again and its technical features.

From time to time Milan let out an “Oh, really?” or a “No! You’re kidding!” But actually Milan couldn’t care any less.


As they returned to Milan’s driveway, the Czech pressed the “play” button of the CD player, starting the Learning CD again.

Once more, a hot flush of embarrassment inched up Harry’s face.

But this time Milan’s expression implied something different, it implied tenderness and honour. He started petting Harry’s thigh, moving his hand upwards from the knee onto the inner side. Milan smiled as he bent over to kiss Harry. First their tongues touched softly, almost as if this was their first kiss, but with their increasing arousal the kiss became fiercer and both fought for control. While their tongues were duelling, Milan started playing with the Australian’s hair, carding through the strands. As he started caressing Harry’s face, the midfielder sighed and closed his eyes.

“Let’s go inside, Harry. I’ll teach you the sentences you really need to know.” Milan whispered into his ear.

Milan got out of the car and walked towards the door. At the doorstep he turned around, looking back at Harry. He smirked broadly as he finally said “Chci tì. Hned teï. It’s your turn to find out what that means.”