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Sorry this one took so long, guys. Hopefully this one being longer with more plot and a lot more _SPICE _will make up for it.

Michael whistled as he took in the cream tiles and soft brown wood wall panels of the hotel lobby. The third hotel the team had been in since the rugby season had started. In their first game in Sydney the Brumbies easily beat the Australorps twenty-two to thirty-two. They had barely won in Melbourne against the Cyclones with David saving the team. The grey kangaroo having scored the penalty kick that won the game.

Michael plopped down on to one of the leather arm chairs as Coach got their key cards from the front desk. He pulled his suitcase to the other side of him when Alex tried to use it as a footrest. When everyone was handed out their key cards they went to their rooms. Alex got the room next to his. His phone buzzed. It was a text from Robbo.

>127

His tail started softly wagging. Whenever the team was in a hotel and not out in the town, giving press conferences or hanging out he would occasionally sneak out of his room to Robbo's for some fun. He noticed that various members of the team would always tended to have the cleaning staff's or hotel guest's attention whenever he decided to pay the dingo a visit.

Unlocking his room he slid his card into the slot to enable the lights and aircon. He sat on the bed and wasted time watching TV and looking at his phone waiting for night time to sneak out when there'd be less people in the hallways.

Poking his head out of the door he looked up and down the hallway. The coast was clear. He slinked out of his room. Going to shut his door before darting back in, having almost forgotten his key card. Closing the door quietly behind him he made his way down the hall to Robbo's room.

"One-twenty-seven, One-twenty-seven, One-twenty-seven..." he mumbled to himself as he walked up the hall, reading the numbers on the doors, not noticing the cleaning trolley until it ran over his foot.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" gasped the cleaner as Michael yelped. The female possum continued putting a hand on his shoulder, "I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"

"It's alright," hissed Michael resting his weight on one foot, "I wasn't paying attention either."

"Please don't tell on me to my boss, I really am sorry." she pleaded.

"It's alright. I meant it" Michael assured, "You new?"

"Is it really that obvious?" she asked meekly.

"Yeah. Because I learnt pretty quickly that you always need to pay attention when pushing around carts."

"You learnt?" asked the cleaner, confused before her face lit up in realisation, "Ohh, you're that little fella who was hanging around with the Brumbies."

Michael groaned at being called little, "Yeah, I'm the team's towel boy."

"What's a towel boy even do?"

"Whatever the team needs really," Michael said gradually putting more weight on his sore foot, "Let me tell ya. It's a nightmare getting grass stains out of their jerseys."

The cleaner laughed, "Oh yeah, I've had to clean some pretty nightmarish things here as well. All without a single 'thanks'."

"Thankfully it isn't like that for me," said Michael, leaning against the wall.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they treat me like their little brother," Michael said, smiling, "Teasing and everything."

"You guys must be pretty close then."

"Yeah..." said Michael, trailing off.

He got a better look at her face. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. He looked past her and pointed to her.

"Excuse me. Does she work here?" he asked.

She darted away, abandoning the cleaning trolley and leaving Michael alone in the hallway. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

Can't come<

Caught a journo sneaking around<

Going 2 tell Coach<

He turned around and headed towards Coach's room. Knocking on his door a few times waiting for the stallion. Robbo replied.

>Damn

>How they get thru?

Michael replied.

Posed as a cleaner<

The door opened as he hit send. The stallion looking down at the kelpie.

"What is it?"

"I caught a paparazzi posing as a cleaner," Michael answered pointing down the hall at the abandoned trolley.

Coach swore and pulled Michael into the room. Michael sat in a seat as Coach closed the door.

"You didn't say anything, did you?" he asked, pulling the room's phone to his ear and dialing the front desk.

"Nothing more than the job description and that I'm treated like family," Michael answered, "I caught on when she asked how close I was with you guys."

Coach informed the front desk what happened and listened. He put his hand on the receiver and looked over to Michael.

"What'd they look like?"

"A female brushtail possum. Around my height."

Coach nodded and told that to the phone. After a while, nodding to what was being said, he thanked them and then hung up. He sat on his bed and sighed, rubbing his face.

"That was too close," said Coach before looking at Michael with worry, "She didn't see you leaving Robbo's room, did she?"

"No. I didn't see him today," Michael said before adding, "I was heading there though."

"Hmm," Coach thought to himself before telling Michael, "You should avoid paying Robbo any, uh, visits until we're certain that she or anyone she knows won't pull another stunt like that."

Michael nodded and left. Closing the door behind him he looked up the hallway to where Robbo's room was. He turned away and walked down the hallway back to his room, dragging his feet.

He stayed in his room for several days. Coming out for work and to hang with the team. Having his visit to Robbo's stopped before it could happen had left the kelpie pent up. Not wanting to accidentally drag the dingo out of the closet he worked out his frustrations in the shower. All that did was exacerbate the problem for the blue balled kelpie and make him fantasize more intense encounters.

Michael got out of the shower, rubbing his fur as dry as he could with a towel and blow drying the rest. It was the night before the game between the Brumbies and the Canberra Pillagers. He was brushing his fur when he got a knock at the door.

"Just a moment!" shouted Michael hopping as he quickly tried to get some pants on.

"It's me," said Alex from the other side of the door.

"Not here. Leave a message." Michael said as he pulled on a shirt.

After a couple moments Alex knocked on the door again. Groaning in defeat he walked up and opened the door.

Looking up at the red kangaroo he asked, "What is it?"

"They caught the paparazzi earlier today," answered Alex.

"Okay?"

Alex rolled his eyes, "It means the coast is clear and you can stop having so many showers."

"Oh, uh, thanks..." Michael said and started closing the door.

"We have to wake up early tomorrow so-"

"I get it!" Michael snapped, shutting the door in the kangaroo's face.

He waited a few moments, keeping an ear out for Alex's door closing. After hearing it he poked his head out the door. He looked up and down the hall. He saw Randal talking to a few hotel guests. One of whom, a female border collie, was obviously a fan by how vigourously her tail was wagging.

With their attention firmly on the water buffalo Michael slinked out of his room. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked up the hall.

"One-twenty-seven, One-twenty-seven, One-twenty-seven," he muttered to himself counting the doors before looking away and looked up and down the hall. The border collie was now getting a photo with Randal. She had a wide grin on her face as she and Randal posed for the camera. Randal moved so the picture would be taken with the two against the wall.

"One-twenty-six, One-twenty-six, One-twenty-six," he continued under his breath, counting the doors.

He softly knocked on the door, rocking on his feet as he waited. A voice came from the next door up.

"Bluey, that's Ray's room," Robbo whispered. His head poking out the door, waving the kepie in.

Michael darted into Robbo's room as Ray opened the door. Robbo told the border collie that Michael had confused the rooms and closed the door. He was still facing the door when Michael snuck up behind and slid a hand down the dingo's pants, squeezing one of the cheeks.

"What are you doing back there?" asked Robbo.

Michael wanted something different this time around. Robbo was always gentle with him in bed and while he loved that, at that moment he wanted more. After being blue balled his fantasies in the shower, fueled by his first time with Robbo, had the dingo becoming more and more dominating. The most dominating Robbo was in bed was when he would give him mating bites. He wanted the dingo to really let him know that he was in charge.

"You're always on top. I'd like a shot for once," lied Michael.

Robbo turned around backing up against the door, uncomfortable, Michael's hands slipping out of his pants, "I don't like bottoming. I prefer being a top."

Michael moved up to the cornered dingo, snaking his arms around and sliding his hands back down his pants.

He rested his head on the larger canine's chest, looked up at him and whispered, "Then fight for it."

Robbo looked down at Michael, confused, the cogs turning in his head. A moment passed before it clicked and a leering smile slowly grew on his face. He grabbed Michael by the arms, spun him around and slammed him against the door. Michael grunted at the impact and Robbo's smile fell, worried that he was too rough with the kelpie. He sighed in relief when Michael smiled and started rubbing his leg against his and his smile returned.

"No need. A fight implies a struggle," scoffed Robbo, he shoved Michael down onto his knees, the kelpie leaned forward and nosed the growing bulge in the dingo's pants.

Robbo chuckled, "See? You didn't even try to resist."

Michael pulled away, giving mock resistance. He shuffled up against the door looking away from the dingo.

"Aw, what's wrong?" Robbo cooed mockingly. He nudged the trembling kelpie's snout with his crotch, "You were so eager before."

Michael ears pinned back and he whined. He was trying to keep himself from pulling the dingo's pants down. He still wanted him to get more domineering with him. So as he pulled his face away from the bulge in face he softly ground against Robbo's leg. He got the message.

He put a hand on his head, gripped his fur and pushed him into his crotch. Michael whimpered as Robbo growled, "Admit it. You want it."

Michael couldn't resist anymore. Whining louder he hugged the dingo's muscled leg and rubbed his cheek into his crotch. He started pulling down his pants before Robbo's free hand grabbed his and pinned them above Michael's head, making the smaller dog struggle. He looked down at him and shook his head.

"With your mouth," the dingo firmly ordered.

Michael leaned forward, his hands still pinned above him, and softly bit into the waistband of Robbo's pants. He tugged. With each tug more and more of the dingo's shaft appeared. He was going commando. He looked up at Robbo meeting his eyes. The smile in his eyes was more gentle than the leering one he was wearing on his mouth. With a smile of his own and a final tug Robbo's cock swung free, batting the kelpie in the face. The shaft throbbing and standing proud Michael nosed it, lifting it with his muzzle. He gave teasing licks to the base and looked up at Robbo, a mischievous glint in his eye. Making it obvious he wasn't going to go any further without the dingo taking the initiative himself.

He took it quickly. He gripped his head fur and pulled him back. He let go of Michael's hands, letting them fall to the kelpie's side, grabbed his cock and prodded it at the kelpie's mouth. Michael coyly resisted and kept his mouth closed. Robbo growled and grabbed Michael's muzzle with his thumb and index finger and forced it open. He returned his hand to Michael's head and guided him onto his cock.

Robbo moaned, his hand falling to his side and his other relaxing on Michael's head as he started sucking. His tongue curling around the shaft Michael pulled his tongue back to the head, rubbed the underside and brought a hand to palm the dingo's balls. Robbo put his forehead against the door and started panting. He went to thrust in his mouth but caught himself.

Michael noticed and moved his hand from Robbo's balls to the back of his thigh and pulled a couple times. The dingo softly whined, resisting the urge to breed the smaller dog's muzzle. Michael pulled more insistently and moved his mouth down the dingo's cock until it reached the back of his throat, making him choke. Pulling back to breathe he smiled as the hand on his head tightly gripped his head fur and it's owner growled.

His head was pulled roughly back onto the cock, the dingo's hips thrusting to meet it. Michael gagged whenever the head touched the back of his throat. Robbo faltered and slowed his thrusts and stopped pulling Michael's head onto him. Frustrated, Michael choked himself on the dingo's cock again and kept himself there, gagging. He stayed there until he shoved off and pinned against the door. Michael tried to lean forward to put the cock back into his mouth but it was kept just out of his reach. He whined again.

"Beg," demanded the dingo.

"Please," mumbled the kelpie. A smile cracking through and his tail softly thumped on the floor.

"Louder."

"Please," whined Michael, struggling against the hand pinning him to the door.

Robbo thrust into Michael's mouth, choking him. Both of his cream furred hands gripped the Kelpie's head and pulled him onto his cock in time with his thrusts. Occasionally he slowed his thrusts and pulled back to the front of the smaller dog's mouth to allow him to catch his breath before resuming his eye-watering assault.

Michael's hand returned to Robbo's balls, fondling them. His other hand slid up under his shirt, feeling up the dingo's abs. After his gag reflex was finally suppressed he managed to allow the head of the dingo's cock down his throat.

Robbo released a loud moan and quickened his thrusts. Michael was forced to move his hands to Robbo's sides and hold on as the dingo's balls slapped against his chin.

"I'm close..." warned Robbo, his thrusts stuttering and starting to pull out.

Michael's head followed him, not allowing him to pull out fully and worked his tongue around the head. He looked up at Robbo's scrunched up face as he curled a hand around the shaft, stroking it and pushed the dingo over the edge.

Robbo hunched over Michael gripping his ears and fired into his mouth. The cum gathering in his mouth as he tried to swallow. He couldn't, it was too unpleasantly slimy and he tapped Robbo's wrist. He was let go and he pulled off, a final shot hitting him in the face. Robbo crouched down as Michael spat and coughed it out and rubbed his back.

Catching his breath he wiped his mouth and then rubbing his throat he finally noticed his erection straining in his pants.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to swallow," he rasped. He slid his hand along the floor and nudged the dingo's leaking cock, "I hope you're not mad."

The move flew over Robbo's head who brought a hand to Michael's face and wiped away the cum on his face.

"Why would I be mad?" he asked, wiping his hand on his pants.

Michael gave him an incredulous glare and nudged his cock again.

"Oh, uhh..." realised Robbo, trailing off as he tried to think of what to say.

He grabbed Michael by the scruff and pulled him close, whispering huskily into his ear, "Oh, I'm mad and I'm gonna have to punish you for that."

Michael raised a quizzical eyebrow at the stupid, corny line. Robbo shrugged and got an eye roll from Michael.

Robbo's eyes flicked down and saw Michael rubbing himself through his pants. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back. Michael whined and tried to grind on the dingo but he pulled away.

"Nuh uh," Robbo chastised, "No touching yourself unless I say so."

Keeping one hand pinning the kelpie's hands behind his back Robbo grabbed his scruff again and pulled him over to the bed and threw him on. Michael shuffled up the bed on his back and started stripping. Robbo stripped as well and pulled his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them away. He crawled up onto the bed over the pent up kelpie.

Robbo grabbed Michael by the waist and flipped him onto all fours. He put a hand between the kelpie's shoulders and shoved his face into the pillows, keeping his rear raised in the air. Keeping him pinned Robbo leaned over and pulled something out of his suitcase. The pop of a cap and a cold, slick liquid squirting into his crack told Michael what it was. He clenched the sheets and shivered at both the cold lube and the dingo's fingers started working it into his tail hole.

He whined as the fingers were removed, squirming under the hand that pinned him, wanting them back in. He bit his lip when they were replaced with something better, the head slowly pushing in. He squeezed around it and pushed back when it wouldn't go further. He groaned in complaint when that too was pulled out and started hotdogging his russet furred cheeks.

"You're enjoying this," observed the dingo, he leant over Michael and growled in his ear, "It's not a punishment if you're enjoying it."

Michael squirmed, trying to move back when the dingo started pulling away. He waved his rear and whined, "Please don't."

"Okay," Robbo acquiesced and returned between his cheeks and prodded the kelpie's rim, teasing him, then added, "If, you allow me to do whatever I want with you tonight."

Michael stuttered trying to answer as the dingo started to nibble along his neck.

Leaning into the affection and moaning, he answered, "I c-can't. We, ngh, we have to w-wake up early tomorrow."

Robbo's eyes creased in a cheeky, mischievous smile. Michael froze realising what he was planning.

"No, don-" warned Michael before Robbo cut him off with a firm mating bite on his neck.

With a loud submissive moan Michael raised his rear as high as he could. Robbo had found out pretty quickly whenever they slept together, much to Michael's embarrassment, that giving the smaller kelpie a mating bite would make him a lot more, in Michael's own words, slutty. But Michael couldn't help but admit that he loved it every time the larger dingo did it.

"Yes, please! Whatever you want!" he begged, grinding his rear against Robbo's cock.

Robbo speared into him to the hilt making the smaller dog scream out in pained pleasure. Robbo quickly reached over and clamped Michael's muzzle closed. Michael let out muffled moans, occasionally grimacing from twinges of pain as he got used to the sudden intrusion.

"Ready?" asked Robbo, dropping the domineering act and rubbing the kelpie's back. His other hand still holding Michael's mouth shut, "Still want me to go harder on you?"

Michael nodded.

"Try not to be too loud, okay?" he told him, letting go of his muzzle and gripping his hip.

Michael nodded again and pulled a pillow close, groaning as Robbo pulled out to the head.

"Last chance," offered Robbo.

"Please..." Michael begged, genuinely needy. Pushing back onto him.

"Okay," Robbo said raising his eyebrows at Michael's display, "Don't get pissy at me tomorrow when you can't walk right."

Michael grunted and bit into the pillow as Robbo slammed in with a clap and started his assault. It was a touch painful for Michael but it was heavily outweighed by the pleasure from the pummeling on his prostate and the feeling of having such a larger and stronger male like Robbo rut into him.

Despite the rough, bed creaking pummeling Robbo gave Michael, he gave the smaller dog's gentle nibbles and kisses along his neck and chin. Stopping his hard thrusting to grind roughly into Michael, Robbo softly nudged the side of Michael's snout with his nose, gradually convincing the kelpie to stop biting the pillow and into a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. He continued rutting him. Combing his fingers through the russet coloured fur, he slid his hand from his back, down his arm, on top of Michael's hand, and entwined his fingers with the kelpie's.

Breaking the kiss to get a panting breath Michael noticed a hollow thumping coming from in front of him and the dingo. It was the headboard of the bed banging against the wall. Struggling through the intense pleasure, clapping thrusts and panting breaths, Michael forced out a gasp.

"Th-the wall."

Robbo stopped his thrusting, hooked his arms underneath Michael's armpits and pulled them both up into a kneeling position. He bit into the scruff on the back of Michael's neck and gave a tug. Michael gave a hitched gasp and Robbo resumed thrusting into him, bouncing him in his lap from the force. Robbo's hand stroked through the fur on Michael's chest and his other entwined with Michael's again, guided it down to the kelpie's ignored cock and started stroking it together.

Michael was torn, he wanted so desperately to cum but he also didn't want it to end. He squirmed against the stronger dingo, thrusting himself into both their hands and back into Robbo's lap. At the precipice he brought his spare hand behind his head pulling Robbo from his scruff and into a kiss and gave in, falling over the edge. He clenched hard around Robbo and came, moaning into the kiss. His first shot hit him in the cheek, the rest streaking along his chest and belly.

The clenching pulled Robbo down with him and the arm around Michael's chest hugged him tight against him. Keeping the kiss connected Robbo lowered them both down back onto the bed, grinding into Michael as he shot into him.

The grinding slowed to a gradual halt, they broke the kiss. Both panting they fell to their sides. Michael let out a hissing groan as Robbo pulled out. Robbo put an arm around Michael and tried to pull him close but Michael peeled it off of him.

"I'd love to cuddle but I really need to rinse this off me before it dries," Michael said, groaning as he got up and limped to the small hotel bathroom, his rear aching.

The cum on his belly and chest easily sloughed off under the water. He closed his eyes and ducked his face under the stream of water, washing his face. He scratched at the parts where some of the cum from the blowjob had dried. Robbo had wiped most of it away but small thin amounts still remained.

Scratching the last of it off he jumped when the shower curtain was pulled back and Robbo let himself into shower, drawing the curtain closed behind him. Michael had gotten used to leaving the bathroom door unlocked. There was very little room in the hotel shower and he forced rub up against the dingo's chest to stay under the water. Robbo's hand wormed its way between the couple and down to Michael's rear.

"A third time? Aren't you spent?" Michael said, baring his neck for the dingo.

"I am, but you promised to let me do what I want," pouted Robbo, leaning his head down to kiss along Michael's shoulder and neck. His fingers teasing around the kelpie's hole.

"We have to get up early tomorrow," panted Michael, his tail rising despite his complaints.

"Aw, if only I knew of a way to convince you..." Robbo thought out loud before softly biting into the kelpie's neck.

"Ah! You prick," gasped Michael, impaling himself on the fingers and raising a leg to give the dingo better access.

"You love it," smirked Robbo, nibbling along Michael's neck and holding his leg up. His fingers stroked Michael's prostate.

He couldn't lie, he really did. An embarrassed smile split onto his lips and he pulled the dingo into a kiss, working himself on the fingers. He was worked to a quick orgasm, only shooting a couple thin streaks along the wall tiles before it was quickly washed down the drain.

Robbo forced two more orgasms out of the smaller canine, his final one firing nothing but blanks. This left the kelpie with his tongue hanging out and panting on the bed, exhausted, sore, but ultimately satisfied. Robbo lay next to him with his hands behind his head and a smug, self satisfied grin on his face. His smile fell when he heard Michael say something under his breath.

"Love you."

"What?" Robbo looked down at him in shock.

Michael's ears pinned back and avoided Robbo's eyes, "Sorry, it just slipped out. I didn't mean to put on the spot like that."

"Did you mean it?"

"Well, yeah but..." Michael trailed off and rolled onto his side, his back to Robbo, "I don't want to force you to say or do anything."

Michael continued, hugging the sheets close to himself, "If you feel the same, I want you to do it at your own pace and not because I made you."

Still quiet, Robbo reached over and hugged Michael close. Deep in thought he rested his in between Michael's ears. He stayed like that for a while until Michael noticed his breathing had deepened and slowed. He was asleep. Michael slid a hand into Robbo's, the dingo's hand tightening around his in his sleep. The night's exertions came to receive its due from the kelpie and his eyes became heavier and heavier. As he drifted off he hoped he didn't screw anything up between the two.

***

Michael rubbed the back of his neck, it, along with his rear and his balls, ached a lot from the night before. He helped Coach pass out the majority gold coloured away jerseys. Except for Robbo, Michael no longer struggled to keep his eyes above the naked team members waists. It no longer phased him. While he didn't regret getting the dingo to be rough with him but he did regret egging him into doing it the night before work. As he passed the jersey to Ray the baggy-eyed border collie snatched it from his hand.

"Who shit in your cereal?" Michael asked, pulling his hand back.

"You should know," said Ray, pulling the jersey on and glaring at the kelpie, "Your banging and screaming kept me up."

Michael's ears folded back in shame as some of the team started chuckling. Nikau plopped down next to Ray, pulling his own jersey on, carefully avoiding his horns.

"I'm sure he did," grinned the ram, "You must've really enjoyed it."

"What? No," said Ray, his mouth curling in disgust.

"You said they kept you up and you didn't seem to do anything to shut them up."

"That's not what ha-" Ray said before Nikau cut him off.

"It'd explain why you keep striking out with the ladies," said Nikau leaning closer to Ray, "You probably thought about asking to jo-."

"NO!" snapped Ray, jumping up and away from the ram.

"Our door's open if you change your mind," teased Robbo and smacking the border collie on the arse. Ray let out an unmanly shriek as the hand connected. The rest of the team laughed at him as he stormed out of the locker room, embarrassed.

"Not it isn't," mouthed Robbo to Michael.

"Right-o. Right-o, break it up," Coach said half-heartedly before continuing, "We've kept the fans waiting long enough, let's go."

Everyone filed out as Michael organised the clothes the team left around, putting them into their respective lockers. The sound of a throat being cleared got his attention. It was Robbo standing awkwardly in the middle of the locker room, Nikau was behind him blocking his way out of the locker room. Michael raised a questioning eyebrow.

"You doing alright?" ask Robbo, "You left pretty quickly this morning."

"Yes. No, I..." mumbled Michael, rubbing his arms and sitting down on one of the benches before admitting, "I don't know."

"Because of what you said last night?" Robbo asked sitting down next to him.

Michael nodded and looked up the dingo, "How am I supposed to know if you say it because you were ready and not because I made you?"

Robbo gave him an odd look making the kelpie break eye contact and look sadly at his feet. Robbo spent a moment in deep thought before putting a finger under Michael's chin and pulling his head back up.

"You're not forcing me to do anything. Like you said. At my own pace," Robbo said before kissing Michael on the nose. He patted his shoulder with a smile and continued, "Come on, let's not keep the team up."

They got up and rejoined the team but not without Robbo giving Nikau a soft slap up the back of the head. The team was waiting for them outside the locker room.

Out of all the things that Michael had gotten used to and things he will eventually get used to in his job, the celebrities, paparazzi, the expense. The one thing he knew that he'd never be able get used to was the atmosphere of a packed stadium. The size, the lights, the roar of the crowd. It never failed to make him feel so insignificantly small. It had the opposite effect on the team. It invigorated the team as they made their way onto the field.

Michael split with the team as they made their way onto the field to his station, next to Coach, on the sidelines. Making sure the sports drinks were arranged so the labels would face out towards the field for whenever a camera passed over his area.

It did not go well for the Brumbies in the first half of the game, only getting three tries compared to the Pillagers six. The Pillagers thrashed the team and it was all but certain that they'll cement their win in the first half alone until, near half-time. A gasp of shock resounded throughout the stadium as the Pillager's Hooker, a goanna, made the stupid mistake of spear tackling Charlie. Badly winding the bull with the dangerous, illegal tackle.

Him being only winded did little to quell the team's anger, even many of the Pillager's own fans had started booing the lizard. Nikau lifted Charlie back up, helping the wheezing bull resume breathing and throwing glares at the opposing Hooker. Randal stormed over to the lizard, furiously yelling and shoving him while Alex tried to pull the water buffalo away. The situation was a saucepan of smoking oil ready to combust.

"Coach!" warned Michael quickly turning to the black stallion.

But he was already running onto the field and putting himself between the water buffalo and goanna, giving Randal nothing but a single glare of warning, putting an end to the brewing brawl before it boiled over.

Coach's intervention bought enough time for the referee to come in and sin bin the offending Hooker and award a penalty to the Brumbies. Michael came in to help Nikau get Charlie off the field and to the bench to catch his breath and for doctors to check for any hidden injuries. Thankfully there were nothing extra asides from bruising but it was enough that he would have to sit the rest of the game out. Charlie's replacement, a large blue heeler slapped the bull on the shoulder.

"Won't let ya down, Chuck," he said, the bull giving a grunt of encouragement, before the heeler joined Nikau and jogged onto the field as the penalty kick was set up.

The penalty kick was awarded where Charlie was tackled at the forty metre line on the Pillager's side of the field. It was a long shot but David was always picked for his accuracy. While Alex could kick further than him he was a lot less accurate than the grey kangaroo.

David steadied himself before running to the tee and kicking the ball. It sailed over the fifty, forty and thirty metre lines. It looked like it was going to fall short of the goal post. Twenty metre, ten metre lines, Michael was sure it was going to miss. It barely cleared the goal, scoring them the goal.

Play resumed for the next few minutes until half-time. Neither team scored any tries and the teams ran to their locker rooms as the horn sounded. The team sat in the locker room, still fuming, and planned their next moves.

Coach paced up and down the locker room, thinking before he stopped and faced the team, "We're down by ten but they're down a player now. So we can turn it around in the next half."

David sat on the bench with Michael kneeling next to him, helping the grey kangaroo work out a cramp in his calf.

"They traded out their Fly Half so they could replace the Hooker," said the David, wincing as Michael stretched his leg. He continued, "So if we keep them on our side of the field, kicks are going to be less of an option."

Nikau took a swig from a water bottle and spoke up, "Their Left Wing, the tabby, is smaller than Robbo. He should be able to shrug off any tackles he tries."

"He's faster than me though," disagreed the dingo.

"And they'd know he's larger," said Coach, "They're going to make sure to support him whenever Robbo has the ball."

"I'm not sure it'd do much," piped up Michael, standing up, "Their own fans were booing them. They're going to be pretty badly demoralised after that tackle."

Alex agreed, "Their coach is probably spending most of this time ripping them a new one. There won't be much time spent on planning."

"Hmm, true," Thought Coach, rubbing his chin, "That's what we'll do. Try and keep the ball on our end for as long as we can. And focus the ball to the right."

The team agreed and spent the rest of half-time elaborating on the plan, working out technicalities. Michael collected the bottles as they made their way back before he followed after.

He passed Charlie a couple ibuprofen who gratefully accepted them. Michael downed a couple of his own for his own aches.

David and Michael were right in their observations of the opposing team. They were hesitant to attempt any kicks until they were well within their own side of the field and many of them looked downcast when they came out of their locker room. The Brumbies used both to their advantage and narrowed the score to twenty-six to twenty-eight, the pillagers managed to score a try halfway through the second half of the game.

The game was only a couple of minutes till completion and Charlie snorted in disapproval towards his replacement as the blue heeler was tackled and the ball was made to transfer to the Pillagers.

"He could've passed to Nikau," he said, getting a drink from Michael's station and putting the bottle back.

"No," Michael habitually rotated the bottle so it's logo faced the field, "It would've been a forward pass. Even if it wasn't he didn't have a clear enough shot."

"I would've gotten it through."

"Mhmm," hummed Michael, disbelieving.

Charlie suddenly shot up and started cheering, Michael struggling to get him to sit back down so he wouldn't hurt himself, as Robbo raced past the two with the ball.

The Pillager's Left Wing caught up quickly and tried tackling him but Robbo shrugged the attempt off. Robbo made it almost all the way to the goal line before the tabby finally got a purchase on the dingo and brought him down.

"Fuck," swore Michael as he finally got Charlie to sit down after tapping the back of the bull's knees with his foot, "Did he get it over the line?"

"I don't know," said Charlie as he stretched his neck to see, "I couldn't see."

Neither could the referee who called for the video referee for clarification. The tackle was replayed on the stadium screen and showed Robbo in slow motion reaching his arm out to get the ball over the line before it bounced out of his hand as it hit the ground.

"Come on, he got it over the line," argued Charlie.

"It left his hand just as he touched the ground. I'm not sure it'll count. I've seen it happen," countered Michael.

They waited with bated breath as the video referee made its decision, purposefully taking its time doing so. It made its decision in large, bold green letters.

TRY

"YES!" exclaimed Michael and Charlie in unison and jumping up, Michael forcing the bull back down onto the bench.

The ending horn blared and the team ran to Robbo, embracing and congratulating him. He told Nikau something that shocked the ram. Who took a step back before he composed himself and pushed the dingo out of the group with a smile.

Robbo ran up to Michael and Charlie. Before Michael could ask him anything he was scooped up into a hug and was spun around by the larger dingo.

Michael laughed, dizzy and holding onto Robbo's large arms, his legs dangling in the air. Going to ask why the dingo was spinning him around he was cut off when he was brought into a kiss. Michael tensed up as he was kissed, scared that Robbo was going to be seen and outed.

A gentle, reassuring rub of his lower back calmed the kelpie down. He relaxed, closing his eyes and leant into the kiss, bringing his arms around Robbo's neck, hugging him back. A rapid series of flashes and clicking distracted Michael. Breaking the kiss he looked over to see people in the stands taking pictures and recording. So many people watching him made his gut twist, the image on the stadium screen of him and Robbo made it twist all the more.

"Uh, can you let me down, please?" Michael asked meekly.

Robbo gently lowered Michael down hands still on his waist. He leant down and whispered in his ear, "Love you too."

He straightened back up, giving the kelpie a loving smile. Butterflies in his stomach and his tail wagging Michael brought Robbo back down for a kiss, breaking it when the team herded them into the locker room. The dingo holding him close the whole way.

The locker room was full of whooping and ribbing as the team shucked their jerseys and went into the showers, celebration of just eeking out a win and the celebration and ribbing of Robbo of coming out in such a public manner.

"I can finally stop walking on eggshells when in public with you," said Randal back to Robbo ,who was still in the showers, as he came out of the showers rubbing a towel on his head.

Ray yelled over the hair dryer, "The press is probably gonna focus more on his stunt than the goanna's."

"That also means that he can stop smuggling you out of his apartment now, Bluey," Alex said as he tossed his towel into the laundry bin from across the room.

"Implying that he won't be staying there from now on," snorted David as he slid boxers on, leaving his towel discarded on the bench behind him.

"Why wouldn't I leave in the mornings?" asked Michael as he took the kangaroo's towel. David waved his hand over his head as Michael turned and threw it into the laundry bin.

"Uh, Squeaker?" Nikau asked, getting Michael's attention.

"What?"

"Your phone keeps going off in your bag."

Michael pulled his phone out of it to check it, putting it against his chest when Nikau tried peering over his shoulder. He carefully checked it so no one else but himself could see it and saw that he had several texts and 3 missed calls from his mum.

"Fuck..."