Disclaimer: 1. Do not read if you are likely to be offended by description of gay sex, or if it is illegal for you to do so. 2. This story is purely fictional and does not imply anything about the sexual orientation of the football (soccer) players depicted.
DON'T LOSE MY NUMBER by Opengoal (opengoal@excite.com)
In a private corner on the second floor of the Sutra bar he partly owned, Rio sat with the friend who ran the bar, just chilling out. It was his first day back. Or night rather. And it was near closing time.
It had been a hectic day, straining even without the tiredness from travelling. Negotiations, small prints, different words for money he couldn't understand, dealing with the two-faced men, dealing with the press, dealing with the fans, saying things he half meant, not saying the things he really meant... He'd never wanted so much to run away from the football world.
The alcohol and the laidback music revived him a little with a quiet buzz. He would finish his glass and get his ass off the leather sofa to head home for a sleep-in. He surely wasn't expecting any guests when he heard a stir at the staircase.
The tension on his face turned into a hearty smile when he saw it was Robbie Keane. He always had time for the chirpy Irishman.
"How did you know I'm here?"
"I didn't think you'd be here, actually." Keano slumped onto the seat left vacant by the bar manager, his arm draping over Rio's shoulders. "I just drop by to see if it's been burned down by the fans."
"Apparently, they don't think I'm here, either."
Rio thanked the waitress who brought them each a pint of Guinness, although he doubted if it was a good idea. Keano's face was already a little flushed from God knows how much he had drunk in other pubs, and every word he said reeked of beer.
"Apparently, you've been so busy you don't even have the time to say a proper goodbye to us." Keano tried to glare at Rio but it wasn't very convincing.
"Well... you know ..." Rio tried to dodge Keano's eyes but, with Keano's arm on his shoulders, there was nowhere to hide.
"Well, I don't know. I didn't even know you were really leaving."
"Well, I never thought you were staying... either." Rio turned towards Keano, their lips barely an inch apart.
Keano screwed his face up, ready to talk back. But he stopped himself, "Fuck that. You're really leaving then?"
"Give me a reason not to."
Rio expected a wisecrack from Keano. He didn't like this second of silence. "Besides, I don't think I CAN stay now."
For the past week, Rio had been trying not to think about what he would miss about Leeds. Fact was, he was missing Leeds already.
He was shocked at this feeling inside him. He missed the fun. He missed the adrenalin rush that came simply from playing together with them. He missed how everyone loved everyone and were not afraid of showing it... The reality finally sank in: He had played his last game with them already, without him lknowing it.
The shock froze him. His eyes locked onto Keano's clear blue eyes. They had been roommates for the best part of a year now. And he meant it when he said it was the best part of last year.
He felt a knot in his stomach. He felt an urge to say something but he didn't know what it was or what would come out of his mouth.
Keano's dramatic sigh woke him. The silence must have been just a second though it felt like a year. "I'm going to miss cuddling up to you in bed."
Rio laughed. Leave it to Keano to lighten up the mood.
"Me too. You're a good squeeze." He nudged him.
"Only that?" Keano glided his hand tantalisingly across Rio's back, then lay it on Rio's thigh.
Keano was grinning. Rio didn't know what to make of it. He had difficulty believing Keano at the best of times. "Piss off. You're becoming more and more like Kells."
"Well, I'll never fuck my roommate or nephew. That's for sure."
Rio laughed. The old innuendo about Kells and Hartey. "That's because you haven't got a nephew like Hartey."
"But I do have - " Rio was suddenly aware of Keano's hand again because it was moving onto his inner thigh.
"Keano!"
Keano stopped as Rio's hand fell onto his. Rio knew he got to say something or brush Keano's hand away. But he didn't want to make a fuss, or be aware of what the touch was making him feel. Nevertheless, he was aware of the question in Keano's eyes.
Keano leant towards him and they held onto each other in a savage kiss, sucking each other's mouth like there was no tomorrow. Their passion scared him. Just a while ago, he didn't even know it existed. But now everything in his mind was pushed aside by the memories of Keano walking around naked in the room they shared.
Rio moaned as Keano's hand cupped his hard-on that was straining his pants. Keano's deft fingers were swiftly unbuckling his belt.
"No," Rio tried to shout and lower his voice at the same time.
Keano froze.
"Not here."
Relieved, Keano pressed his lips to Rio's ear, "Your place or mine?"
Rio waved with his head in the direction of the backroom.
He felt awkward as soon as the heat of Keano's body left him. God knows how they were to get to the backroom with some semblance of normalcy. Part of him was screaming he wanted out.
Keano slapped his arse as he fumbled with the keys.
"Oi!"
He tried to glare at Keano but looking at Keano reminded him just how horny he was.
They slipped inside cautiously. But as soon as the door was closed, Keano pressed his body against Rio's back and reached round to undo Rio's belt. Rio almost dropped the key. "Jesus, can't you just wait 'til I've locked the door?"
"No." Rio could imagine Keano's cheeky grin. He was pulling down Rio's pants now.
Keano's touch was making him dizzy. He locked the door as quickly as he could and Keano spun him around. His long brown cock was already standing at full attention. Keano wasted no time and grabbed it immediately.
The desire in Keano's eyes felt as surreal as his own thirst to kiss him. He bent down to snog the face off him, his goatee and stubble grazing the ivory skin. Keano kissed him back just as passionately, sucking his tongue and then his lower lip. Pressure building in his loins, he began thrusting into Keano's fist and they broke their kiss. Rio's palms glided down Keano's neck to the Irishman's muscular arms and absently stroked up and down where the celtic cross tattoo must be.
"What? Something wrong?" Keano noticed Rio seemed to want to say something.
Rio shook his head. He didn't know why he still found this so hard to say given what they were doing.
"I - I want you naked."
"Jesus."
Rio blushed as Keano laughed at him and they got rid of their clothes in no time. The sight before him reminded him of the many mornings he woke up to find Keano's hard-on staring at him. Keano had never bothered to put some clothes on before trying to wake him. He didn't know when he'd stopped thinking it was weird. But by the end of the season, he would slap Keano's pert bubble butt if he was less immobilized by sleepiness.
But now he didn't just want to touch Keano's butt. He wanted to feel Keano's fine uncut cock and the heavy balls dangling beneath it. He didn't know how many times last season he'd tried to dismiss this thought when Keano flaunted his assets before him. Now he couldn't think about anything but the ache to touch him but the old fears bound his hands.
Keano didn't seem to notice this but he did see the crazed passion in Rio's eyes. He took Rio by the hand and they rolled onto the floor.
They ground into each other, mixing their sweat and precum over their skins. Lying on his back, Rio's hands went to Keano's full ass, kneading them like he had never dared to in the countless hotel rooms they'd shared.
Keano squirmed under Rio's touch. He got hold of Rio's hands and wrapped one of them around his throbbing erection as he lay by Rio's side.
Rio watched the muscles on Keano's arm flexed as they stroked each other, slowly working up their pace. He reached out his free hand and ran his long fingers along the beads of sweat that went down Keano's face. Keano's lips parted as his breathing turned more ragged. Rio's fingers found their way to the luscious lips and Keano's tongue invited them in. He felt he was going to explode as felt the suction on his fingertips.
He pulled his fingers away as he couldn't hold back from thrusting into Keano's precum-slick fist. His own hand was also feeling the force of Keano's bucking. When come spurt from his aching cock, he saw Keano was coming too.
He lay down and closed his eyes for a second until he felt how cold the room really was. He opened his eyes and saw Keano looking at him. He didn't know what he should say in circumstances like this.
"Do you have the keys to all the doors here?" Keano idlely lay his hand on Rio's belly mixing their cum together. Rio's cock had come alive again.
"Yes, why?"
"I don't want to be locked up here."
Rio reached for Keano's thigh, trying to suggest a second round, but Keano was getting up to leave.
"Sorry, mate. I'm still aching all over because of the pre-season training."
"Why are you here then?"
"You still got my number?"
"Yeah."
"Don't lose it."
~END~
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