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Michael was roused from sleep by the sound of someone shushing. Grumbling he hugged Robbo's arm tighter and tried to go back to sleep. His eyes snapped open when he heard snickering and the click of a camera. He looked up to see Nikau and Alex standing in the doorway with shit eating grins and their phones up.

"Robbo," Michael said trying to nudge the dingo awake who responded by hugging the kelpie tighter to him and grinding against his rear.

"Robbo!" Michael chided, slapping Robbo's chest and making the ram and red kangaroo start laughing.

"Hm? Wha...?" Robbo mumbled, before looking up and seeing the two in the doorway, "What the fuck?!"

He grabbed a pillow from underneath him and threw it at the two. Both ducking but Nikau didn't in time and the pillow snagged on one of the ram's horns.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" demanded the dingo.

"I never saw Squeaker leave so Alex let me crash at his place," Nikau said as he tried to get the pillow off his horn, "And I said I'd make you pay for telling him about my eighteenth."

"You were here last night?" asked Robbo.

"You didn't know?" asked Michael, confused.

"You knew?" Robbo asked looking at the kelpie.

"I ran into him last night when I got here. He said he was here to throw off any paparazzi," Michael answered before glaring at Nikau, "So why did you come here? To take pictures of us in bed? I thought locking Robbo in the laundry was the payback"

"I was doing both, and no. Locking you two in a room together was the only way to get him to ask you out," he answered still struggling with the pillow before looking at Alex, "A little help?"

"Nah, I'm good." Said the kangaroo, leaning against the doorframe.

"Surely there was a better way of getting him to ask." said Michael.

"You'd think so. But no. Once you get to know him as long as I have you'll learn that there really isn't," Nikau said. Fed up, he gave up trying to carefully work the pillow off and tore it off. Down puffing out of the tear when he threw it on the floor.

"You're paying for that." Said the dingo getting out of bed, naked, used to be being so in front of his teammates. Scratches showed through some of the uneven bed fur on his back. The two whistled in the doorway after they saw them and made mocking meows and scratching gestures. Robbo ignored them and walked over to his drawers getting dressed but Michael didn't. His ears folded and cheeks burning in embarrassment he threw a pillow at them which they easily dodged.

Noting his own nakedness under the covers Michael looked around the room for his jeans and underwear but didn't see them anywhere.

"Where are my pants?" he asked.

"Don't worry about 'em," said Alex as he threw the pillow back on the bed.

"Where are they?" Michael asked, concerned.

"Relax," said the kangaroo, "You're clothes are in the wash."

"I don't have anything to wear now," said the frustrated kelpie, "I didn't bring other clothes with me."

"Shame," said NIkau, the smirk on his face telling Michael that was the intention.

"You can wear one of my shirts," Robbo said, now dressed, throwing Michael a large Brumbies fan jersey, "That one's pretty baggy on me so it should cover most of you while you wait."

Michael shimmied under the covers pulled the maroon jersey over him before coming out, the hem nearly reaching his halfway past his thighs. The jersey's wide neck hole constantly slipped over the kelpie's shoulder no matter how many times or how he adjusted it. Alex gave a mocking wolf whistle and Michael flipped them the bird as Nikau snapped another picture.

"Wearing their clothes the morning after," teased the ram, "Classic."

Robbo walked up to the two in the doorway, slapped them both up the side of the heads and pushed them out, a smile cracking on his lips. He turned to Michael and asked, "How do eggs and sausages sound?"

"Sounds great!" yelled Nikau from the living room.

"Didn't ask you!" Robbed yelled over his shoulder. He looked back to Michael, "Sound good?"

Cheeks burning and tail softly wagging under the jersey, Michael nodded meekly, "Sunny side up."

"Man after my own heart," Robbo patted Michael on the shoulder and led him out.

"Off," said the dingo without looking and Alex took his feet off the coffee table.

After having been shooed away from the kitchen and not being allowed to help make breakfast, Which got chuckles from Alex and NIkau. Michael sat down wincing, his tailhole still sore, on the other side of the corner couch from the kangaroo and ram.

"Come on. We're friends now," Alex said patting a cushion close to them, "You can sit with us."

"No," countered Michael, "You two are definitely my coworkers."

"Play nice you three," said the dingo, cracking eggs over the pan.

Grumbling Michael slid closer to the two getting a cheer from them. Alex leant over and grabbed the kelpie in a headlock, roughing up the fur on his head with his knuckles. Michael batted at the roo's chest trying to get out but Alex wouldn't let him until the kelpie held a fist over the roo's crotch. He was let go then. The kangaroo smirked at him when his head fur refused to get smoothed back down.

Nikau turned the TV on and put on a morning talk show, Alex put his feet on the coffee table before immediately taking them off when Robbo told him to, again without looking. Michael looked at the signed football, something about it was familiar to the dog. Getting up he got a closer look at one of the faded scrawls on the ball.

P.Williams

"This is Coach's signature," realised Michael.

"Yeah," Robbo said coming up behind Michael holding two plate of eggs and sausages handed him a plate, "I met him when I was thirteen back when he played for the Brumbies."

"Thanks," Michael said taking the plate, sat back onto the couch, adjusted the jersey and dug in, "You met him when you were a kid?"

"Yeah, I went to a game with my family, front seats, and I leant over the stands with a ball and pen during half time when they were heading to the locker room," said Robbo sitting close next to the kelpie, setting down his plate on the coffee table, "The entire team stopped to sign the ball. I was so excited."

"He did not shut up about it for two weeks at school," groaned Nikau before looking at the dingo expectantly, "Where's ours?"

Robbo looked at him and chewed his food.

The ram sighed and fished his wallet out of his pocket and threw a blue ten dollar note at Robbo.

"The pillow was twenty-five dollars," stated Robbo.

"I only have thirty on me," argued Nikau.

"You paid twenty-five dollars for a pillow?" asked Michael, shocked at the expense.

"Yeah, well. Too bad," said Robbo as he snatched Nikau wallet and pulled out a red twenty, "It's on the bench."

Nikau and Alex retrieved their breakfast and sat back down, disappointed with only getting a single egg and sausage.

Robbo looked at the still staring kelpie and shrugged, "It was a duck feather pillow."

"Unnecessarily expensive pillows aside," muttered Michael after swallowing some egg, "Did Coach remember you when you joined the team?"

"Eh, kinda," Robbo said, waving his hand.

"A week after the hazing stopped I was taken to the pub with the rest of the team where he told me," and the dingo continued in a bad impression of the older stallion that made the three llistening to him cringe, "You remind me of a kid I met during a game a while back."

"Oh, come on," objected Robbo, "It wasn't that bad."

"You made him sound like he's from Texas," said Alex.

"There's a Texas here," mumbled the dingo, focusing on his food.

After finishing the last of his food a musical tune came from the laundry.

"Finally," exclaimed Michael, jumping up and turning to Robbo, adjusting the jersey, "You have a dryer?"

The dingo nodded and the kelpie exclaimed, "Oh thank God."

He went to leave but was stopped by Robbo who snapped his fingers at Nikau and pointed his thumb towards the laundry room.

"Fuck off," dismissed the ram, "It was Alex's idea."

The dingo looked at the kangaroo who got up and groaned, "Ugh, fine," and stomped to the laundry.

"Remember to fold them," smirked Michael as the kangaroo went past who replied, "Get fucked."

"So how'd Coach react when you told him the kid was you?" Asked Michael still smirking

"Oh, he was thrilled," laughed Robbo, "Saying-"

"Don't," warned the ram and kelpie in unison.

"I wasn't," assured Robbo before continuing, "Saying that he knew talent when he saw it."

Alex returned and made a jacking motion behind Robbo. He climbed over the back of the couch and flopped down next to Michael on the other side of him. They sat around while they waited on the dryer, talking and teasing the kelpie, forcing him out of his shell.

"Her brother stole you from her?" laughed Nikau, "How'd she take it?"

"I wasn't stolen. We didn't hit it off in the first place," said Michael, "She was surprisingly supportive though."

"So what happened to him?" asked Alex getting up when the dryer finished.

"Moved out of town and joined the Navy," answered the kelpie, "He's not the kind of guy for long distance. But we're still friends."

Michael went to ask Robbo about the bartender he was with but stopped himself when he saw Nikau give him a slight shake of the head. Alex returned and dropped Michael's clothes into his lap, folded. After he got dressed in the bedroom he walked out into the living room, looking at the time on his phone. It was getting late in the morning.

He was checking his social media on his way out of the front door when his phone was yanked out of his hand by Nikau who held him off with one hand as he went through his phone.

"Relax," he said as he threw the phone back, "I was doing you a favour."

Michael looked at his phone to see a new contact on his phone, Robbo's and a text to him so the dingo had Michael's number as well.

"Did you have to call him 'Scratching Post'?" he asked, looking up from the phone.

"Yes," replied the ram, matter of factly.

"I was going to give him my number when he left," said Robbo as he passed Michael and Nikau a bottle of sports drink. Michael looked at it confused.

"He was almost out the door," stated the ram.

"So it looks like you're treating a hangover," said Robbo to Michael.

"Thanks," he said as he took a swig then leant up to give the dingo a peck on the lips, which got cat calls from the living room, "For this and last night."

"Any time," smiled Robbo and closed the door for him.

As he was making his way to his car, slouched and squinting acting like he had a hangover, he heard Nikau jogging up to behind him.

When he caught up Michael asked, "Why didn't you want me asking about the bartender?"

"Because it was a messy break up," Nikau said, serious with no hint of joking or teasing.

"How?"

"The wallaby wanted him to come out and Robbo didn't want to. We're in the running to get drafted for the team and he always wanted to play for the Brumbies since he got that ball signed. He didn't want to ruin his chances by coming out."

They made their way into the parking garage.

"The wallaby thought it wouldn't and Robbo wouldn't believe him."

"Would it have ruined his chances?" asked Michael when they reached his car.

"Probably, though they would've never had said that it was the reason. They would've just passed him up for someone else so they could cover their arses."

"They wouldn't do it now, would they?" Michael leant against his car.

"No, not when he's too ingrained in the team," NIkau said as he crossed his arms, "We'd kick up too much shit if he was."

"He doesn't seem to believe so," said Michael, "I don't think I convinced him when I told him that last night."

"That's because he needs to realise it himself. Telling him won't do shit," Nikau exhaled and looked Michael in the eyes, "But he can't do it by himself. He needs someone who'll be there for him but not force him to do anything."

"Hey now," Michael said, uncomfortable, "We've only gone out on one date."

"That doesn't change the fact that he really likes you," Nikau said, closing the car door when Michael tried to get in.

"He loved that bartender and was devastated when he got dumped." Nikau leaned closer over Michael and growled, "So remember this. If you do anything to hurt him I'll make you regret it."

The ram then opened the car door for Michael and walked off. Perturbed, Michael got in the car as he got a text. It was Robbo.

>Going 2 the pub after practice tomorrow.

>Whole team will be there.

>U free?

Leaning back into the seat he thought on what Nikau told him about the wallaby and texted back.

I'll B there<