Spin it round again (Part 2)
Rating: M because this is VERY DIRTY.
Pairings: Revealed here!
Disclaimer: Of course, not true, as I said in the first part. And dedicated to rdjfan4614... she closed her LJ... but if she ever comes back and visit me, here it is, for her. And it would be two parts, but this keeps telling me post too large... hate it.
“But ya’ven’t ‘ad a turn,” Rio teased, poking his companion’s ribs with the bottle.
“Unfair! People!” Vida roared, and David, who looked so serious all the time, wanted to say something about the rules not being obeyed, not at all, but Roo interrupted him.
“Aw c’mon. Rio’s right. C’mon Vida, don’t be such a pussy.”
“I’m no pussy,” the stern defender frowned. “Ok. Go. I no pussy. Dare.”
“Ok, then,” Rio nodded. “Now. Ya seemed very skeptical about my dick bein’ the longest ‘ere, Vida.”
“Yes.”
“So I’m sure ya think sum’un else ‘as the longest penis.”
“Of course,” the Serbian nodded.
“Who do you think has it?”
“Edwin.”
The former goalkeeper laughed heartily, as the guys at the gathering nodded, starting even a small debate as to whether the Dutchman’s height was proportional to his girth.
“Well then,” Rio continued, mischief in his eyes as he winked. “Yer dare is ta measure both cocks. If matey Ed ‘ere’s longer than me, ya win. If I’m longer…”
“What?” Vida held the Englishman’s stare with his cold, clear eyes.
“Ya blow ‘im.”
“You haven’t asked me if I’m ok with it!” Edwin was still laughing.
“Oh, ya agree. C’mon, stand up, Eddie.”
“I’ll go get a ruler!” Chicha announced, as everyone gathered round the three pillars of the team’s defense. Vida just stood up and watched as Rio and Ed pulled their jeans down-and immediately exclamations and whispers started rushing around. Ed was long, very long, something any man would envy-but Rio was something to see. He was a bit longer than the former goalie, but thicker.
“Here’s the ruler-oh.”
From the moment he had arrived, Chicha knew the ruler was not needed. Vida, meanwhile, looked insecure, as Rio seemed he was about to break out into another hilarity attack.
“So, what’cha say?” he asked.
“Well…” Giggsy intervened. “I must say, young man, you have a most impressive anatomy, you see.”
“Hung as horse,” Berba echoed.
“Well… both of you,” David admitted, before he blushed brightly, as if he had been embarrassed with what he just said.
Rio’s eyes were fixed on Vida.
“Go ahead. Matey Ed’s waiting fer ya.”
Now the Serbian defender looked into Edwin’s blue eyes. The goalkeeper swallowed, but, even then, Nemanja could guess cool and calm Van der Sar was very, very turned on.
And oh, he fucking was too.
Vida listened to somebody sucking air in when he took the tip of the goalie’s long shaft inside his mouth, but he forgot about it when he listened to Edwin’s breathy moan, released when his hot mouth engulfed that length.
David’s eyes looked longingly somewhere else, but then he averted his gaze.
Meanwhile, Nemanja was already fully into what he was doing. Since he couldn’t really take the whole of Ed’s cock into his mouth, he just took a bit more, and sucked avidly, his tongue tracing circular patterns around Edwin’s dick, making it start to leak.
The Dutchman had already forgotten where he was. He didn’t seem to remember he was standing in the middle of a room, being watched by all his teammates. All he did was toss his head back, his eyes closed, his hips bucking ever so slightly, wanting more of Vida.
“This gets me hard,” Berba whispered in Giggs’ ear, and the older man just pulled the naked Bulgarian close, his fingertips gently brushing that pale, nude skin.
The Serbian had changed his ministrations now. He let go of Ed’s cock, and then his tongue started tracing the member, from the tip to the loaded balls, which he nibbled on, as his fingers brushed the goalkeeper’s blonde pubes.
Chicha had been looking at the scene without blinking. He finally averted his eyes when he could feel he was getting hard again-only to see that Rio was stroking his own cock, his eyes fixed on Ed and Vida.
And when Nemanja went back to the tip of that dick the Dutchman came, but the Serbian didn’t let his cum drip down to the floor-instead, he just swallowed it, all of Ed’s seed, licking avidly until the long shaft was clean.
“Bloody shit,” Phil gasped.
“V’ry good,” Rio winked. He was stroking his member desperately, longing for release, so he really didn’t know what to think when Vida moved his hand to the side, saying:
“Let me help with that.”
“Oh, God,” Jonny closed his eyes again when he saw the defender’s mouth circling Ferdinand’s tip, making the swarthy man curse and moan.
“Can’t a dick that big gag you?” David asked innocently, but no one heard him.
“Oh yeah, awright Vida, aw fuck!” Now it was Rio the one who came as Nemanja’s head bobbed up and down on that tremendous length’s tip. And, once again, the Serbian drank every single drop of semen. Ed, for his part, had pulled his jeans back up, though loosely, and was watching the scene with a smile that seemed calm, in spite of the fact the found the image of Vida sucking Rio off very erotic.
Very…
“That wuz the best dare ever in me life, mate,” Rio finally moaned out as he sat back down, after pulling his jeans up, loose as well. For his part, Nemanja just went back to his place, smiling, as if he had not just sucked two of his teammates to orgasm.
“Who turn now?” he asked, unaffected.
“How should I know? You just turned me on!” Berba protested, holding a cushion against his lap. Rio was so pleased he didn’t say anything about the Bulgarian dirtying the cushion.
“That’s because I am sexy,” Vida winked, before taking the bottle and spinning it so it landed on…
“Chicha!”
“Again?” the Mexican complained.
“No cry and go! Dare!”
“What? Don’t I get to choose now?”
“You choose truth before. Now dare.”
“Aw fuck Vida!” But Javier was a bit tipsy too, so, after some insistence, he ended up nodding.
“Ok. So what am I supposed to do?”
“Maybe we could use your pole, huh Rio?” Edwin winked.
“Ya wan’ it like Vida?”
“No, idiot! The pole Michael found!”
Upon hearing his name, the striker reacted. He remembered the pole that could be put on the floor so it remained fixed, the one he had found when he had gotten the plushie for Phil.
“Good idea!”
“So my dare is…”
Chicha didn’t even have time to finish the sentence. Pretty soon, the pole was fixed to the floor, and everyone was looking at it, then at Javier.
“Pole dance?” the young striker swallowed.
“Oh yeah. Come on,” Vida clapped.
Chicha walked slowly towards the pole, and tried to see if it just wouldn’t topple down to the floor. But it was fixed. The Mexican kid wondered where the hell Rio would have gotten such a toy.
“Dance, baby!” Berba’s happy shout filled the room.
Chicha took a hold of the pole and spun around.
“Where did the music go?” Michael wanted to know, but Phil shushed him.
There was no need for music. After the first spin, the Mexican kid seemed to have taken a liking to the pole. He wrapped his legs around it and then rubbed his arse against it.
Wayne sat very upright, his eyes fixed in the scene.
“Clothes off!” Berba laughed again, and Nemanja started clapping.
Javier took off his shirt, spun it, and threw it to the group. It landed on Jonny’s head, and he immediately removed it and just left it at the side.
Now the group could see the Mexican’s chest-and it was sexy, sculpted, the muscles noticeable, and even more as they contrasted against the pole.
Wayne bit his lip. There was something swelling inside his jeans, and that was not good…
Javier was unbuttoning his jeans, his back sliding against the pole, when his striker friend spoke:
“’Ey, c’mon, le’s spin the bottle again!”
“Aw, let ‘im take off those jeans! Don’ be such a borin’ twat!” Rio protested.
Roo was silent, and Chicha took off his jeans.
Underneath his briefs, his cock was noticeable-and even worse when Chicha took the pole and started rubbing his crotch against it, as if he wanted to get himself hard.
Wayne crossed his legs. Fuck. He really liked the kid, but…
“Chicha,” David spoke. “Never thought you would do that.”
Javier stopped dancing and turned around to face the goalie.
“I usually don’t.”
Edwin, however, spoke up:
“I think this dare is done!”
He’d noticed Wayne’s face out the corner of his eye, and even though he was chuckling slightly at the sight of the striker about to explode, he figured it was enough torture.
For his part, Chicha heard the former goalkeeper and walked back to his place, picking up his discarded shirt in the way. Sitting there, looking as innocent as ever, nobody would have guessed he had just pole-danced for the guys.
And, even then, he didn’t notice his friend Wayne, next to him, was trying hard not to look at him…
“Good. Spin!” Vida said.
Chicha took the bottle…
“David!” Giggsy noted.
“What? This bottle has a switch or something! We are getting the same turns!” the Spaniard protested.
“Aw. Don’ be a cowar’. C’mon, Chicha, give ‘im a dare.” That had been Rio, drinking from a bottle nobody really could remember how it had gotten there.
“A dare?” David’s face was deep red. “But I don’t want a dare.”
Javier, however, was thinking.
“Ok,” the Mexican finally said. “I once saw this in a party I attended. David, take a pillow and make out with it, and while you do so… you have to call out the name of who you like.”
The young, lanky boy looked at Javier with pleading eyes.
“But… but…”
“Come on David. Don’t worry. We won’t let anybody make fun of you, ok?”
That soothing line had come from Ed, who was looking at his successor, as calm and cool as always. The younger boy looked at him, and, for some reason, he felt a little calmer.
“Ok,” he barely gasped out.
Jonny, who had been fidgety all the time, ran to get the pillow; and, soon enough, David was holding it.
“Go,” Chicha said.
David sat on the floor, placing his legs astride the pillow. Then, he bent over a little and kissed it.
“Slowly. I think he’s really imagining something,” Giggs was even looking critically at the scene.
The young goalkeeper closed his eyes. It took a while, but, after a moment, he was moving on top of the pillow, as if he had been riding it. His hands also clutched at the object, as if it had been somebody’s skin.
“So…” Berba started. “Who is it?”
David closed his eyes tighter, but, after a while, he decided there was no turning back. He dug his nails into the pillow and gasped out:
“Yes, yes, please, faster… please… I love you…”
Pause.
“I love you, Jonesy.”
Phil, who had been looking at the show silently, turned a hundred shades of red when he heard that.
David opened his eyes and stopped moving over the pillow. His gaze met Phil’s blue eyes.
Silence.
“I… I’m sorry, Jonesy. I really am,” the lanky goalkeeper almost stammered, unable to hold the other man’s stare. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to… you know.. but the dare, and…”
“Ya really think that about me?” was everything the blonde defender said.
David nodded slightly.
“Yes. Yes, I do. I love you. I fell in love with you at first sight, and now when you licked my nipple when you were blindfolded, and…”
Phil blinked.
“It was you? The one I licked?”
“Yes,” Edwin admitted, not even flinching. “I lied to you. I wanted you to guess…”
For a second, the blonde defender was tempted to ask why?, but then he thought about it.
It all had been a plan.
And it had worked perfectly.
Phil got up from where he was. David was still sitting astride the pillow. He looked silly, but sweet, and innocent, and…
He cupped the Spaniard’s face between his hands, and placed a soft, but lingering kiss on his lips.
Edwin smiled as if he had just been Cupid.
David opened his eyes: he had closed them. Meeting Phil’s blue irises made his heart beat quickly.
“I want you,” the defender whispered.
“Movin’, but the night’s not gettin’ any younger, mates,” Wayne pointed out. “So, c’mon, let’s spin it again!”
The young goalie then took the pillow from underneath his body and tossed it out the circle they had formed. He then went back to his place, not near Phil, but he felt happy just by turning to look at the blonde defender. He was not afraid anymore when he spun the bottle.
“Jonny,” he called out.
“NOT A DARE!” the other defender almost shrieked. He was the one who sounded utterly terrified.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be evil like the rest,” David laughed. “Truth, then?”
Evans nodded quickly.
“Ok. Then, Jonny, come on. Tell us why you are so nervous. Is it because you are afraid of being rejected too? Jonny… do you like someone?”
“David…” the defender looked down. “You had luck. What if he says no?”
“I’ll go get drunk with ya!” Phil suggested gently, and Giggs laughed, before adding: “We’ll introduce you to some sexy men.”
“I don’t really want any sexy men…” Jonny lowered his eyes. “Unless they all look like Michael Owen.”
Mike spat out the beer he had been drinking.
“The Golden Boy, ‘uh?” Rio raised his eyebrow.
“Yes,” Jonny went on, red as a beet. He finally managed to lift his head and look at the handsome striker. “I… I have a monster crush on you, Mike. You have always been one of my favorite players, but then I came here and… you’re handsome, and great, and… everything I want in a man.”
Michael lowered his eyes too. “I don’t even play.”
“You’re still great.”
The striker took another sip of his beer bottle, but it was empty. So, he just tossed it aside, and…
“Come here, pretty boy!”
Jonny jumped into Michael’s arms, more out of impulse than anything, and the striker kissed him, a long kiss that gave up the fact the Golden Boy had also thought about the defender all that time.
“Hey! This is turning out nicely!” Chicha said merrily. “Looks like everybody is getting a couple here!”
He didn’t notice Wayne looked at him for a bit.
Jonny, meanwhile, hadn’t left his new lover’s arms, until he listened to Michael say:
“I think the game’s still on.”
The defender got up and spun the bottle.
“Giggsy!”
“Wasn’t my dare to introduce you to some sexy men?” the Welshman asked.
“Not now!” the defender finally laughed heartily, and added: “You know, you have been at the club for a long time. I wondered if you ever wanted a sex slave, and what did you do to them.”
“Oh yes, Giggsy,” Berba immediately edged close to the older man, his cock suspiciously half-up, as Ryan only laughed and smiled knowingly.
“Well, well,” he finally began. “Ya know Beckham and Gary ‘ad always had a lil’ sum’thin’ going on, huh? Thing was, one day, I wan’ed to see them at it. They were both sexy, n’ I wan’ed it. So ‘un day I took a pic of ‘em and threatened ta show it ta Fergie if they didn’ lemme. They immediately agreed.
“Once I was with ‘em, I asked Becks ta suck Gaz off. And oh ‘e did, and loved it. Then I told Gaz ta fuck Becks ‘ard, n’e did too. Gawd I was so turned on. Later I tol’ em I just wan’ed ta see them, that I’d never tell Fergie, and they said I should’ve asked.”
“But now…” Berba’s hands traveled underneath the older man’s tee. “You have new slave.”
“Oh, yes,” the Welshman started, and turned towards the Bulgarian. “And I know what I want to do to this new slave.”
“What?” Dimi seemed eager.
“I want him…” Ryan, such a gentleman, seemed to have forgotten where he was. “To get down on his hands and knees… and to show that sexy arse to me…”
“Your wish my command,” the striker whispered, and, just like that, he crawled to the center of the circle…
And put his butt up, right in front of Giggs.
“Fuck!” Vida shouted. “Go away!”
“Make them stop! Jonny!” That had been Phil.
“The deal’s answered, Giggsy!” the defender immediately said, making the older man chuckle.
“Ya’re a bunch of cowards. Ya already saw Vida blowin’ Ed and Rio, n’ ya cannot think about me n’ Dimi ‘avin’ sex?”
“Just spin the bottle!” Michael complained.
Ryan spun it reluctantly-he was definitely looking forward at the moment when the game would end. The bottle didn’t move much, so it ended up pointing at…
“Wayne.”
The striker grumbled something underneath his breath, but finally ended up saying: “Dare.”
“I challenge ya ta a blowjob race.”
Everybody turned a darker shade of red in that same moment. Nobody had expected the midfielder to say that.
“Right, Giggsy,” the English striker finally said, trying to sound nonchalant. “N’ who m’I gonna blow, ‘uh?”
“Don’ pretend,” the answer was loaded with intention.
Chicha felt his face was getting not red, but purple.
“Not pretendin’,” Wayne stammered.
“Ya lapdanced ta ‘im.”
The rest of the boys just looked back and forth. Wayne, Ryan. Wayne, Ryan… and then Chicha.
“Say yes,” Dimitar winked.
“I say no,” Javier’s voice rang out all of a sudden. He had just gulped down a huge amount of whiskey.
“Whut?” Ryan asked.
“Because…” the Mexican kid was smiling. Everyone looked at him. His expression was similar to the one he sported after pole dancing.
“Whut?” Berba chorused.
“Because I don’t want Wayne to suck me. I want to suck him.”
The group fell silent.
“So…” Javier was being provocative, Javier was acting as he had never done, as he sat down on Wayne’s lap. “What do you say, we forget about this game… and go upstairs?”
“Oh… yeah,” came the breathy growl.
In a moment, both strikers had disappeared up the stairs, laughing, running, their bodies giving away their anticipation.
There was a moment of silence.
“I think the game’s over,” David whispered.
“Yeah. I’ve ta take care of this man, ‘fore he catches a cold!”
That had been Giggsy-he picked up Berba’s discarded clothes and went up the stairs, holding the Bulgarian close.
“I’m tired too,” Evans noted.
“Maybe you’d like a good night’s sleep, Jonny,” Michael suggested.
“I could use some sleep too,” David said.
“Good,” Phil nodded. “Then we’ll use a room too…”
The lads got up, walked around, disappeared up the stairs.
“Looks like everyone’s got a couple,” Edwin said, smiling gently, before he turned towards Rio and Vida. “Except us.”
“Well well well,” the swarthy defender winked. “’Aven’ ya heard that three’s a party?”
Pairings: Revealed here!
Disclaimer: Of course, not true, as I said in the first part. And dedicated to rdjfan4614... she closed her LJ... but if she ever comes back and visit me, here it is, for her. And it would be two parts, but this keeps telling me post too large... hate it.
“But ya’ven’t ‘ad a turn,” Rio teased, poking his companion’s ribs with the bottle.
“Unfair! People!” Vida roared, and David, who looked so serious all the time, wanted to say something about the rules not being obeyed, not at all, but Roo interrupted him.
“Aw c’mon. Rio’s right. C’mon Vida, don’t be such a pussy.”
“I’m no pussy,” the stern defender frowned. “Ok. Go. I no pussy. Dare.”
“Ok, then,” Rio nodded. “Now. Ya seemed very skeptical about my dick bein’ the longest ‘ere, Vida.”
“Yes.”
“So I’m sure ya think sum’un else ‘as the longest penis.”
“Of course,” the Serbian nodded.
“Who do you think has it?”
“Edwin.”
The former goalkeeper laughed heartily, as the guys at the gathering nodded, starting even a small debate as to whether the Dutchman’s height was proportional to his girth.
“Well then,” Rio continued, mischief in his eyes as he winked. “Yer dare is ta measure both cocks. If matey Ed ‘ere’s longer than me, ya win. If I’m longer…”
“What?” Vida held the Englishman’s stare with his cold, clear eyes.
“Ya blow ‘im.”
“You haven’t asked me if I’m ok with it!” Edwin was still laughing.
“Oh, ya agree. C’mon, stand up, Eddie.”
“I’ll go get a ruler!” Chicha announced, as everyone gathered round the three pillars of the team’s defense. Vida just stood up and watched as Rio and Ed pulled their jeans down-and immediately exclamations and whispers started rushing around. Ed was long, very long, something any man would envy-but Rio was something to see. He was a bit longer than the former goalie, but thicker.
“Here’s the ruler-oh.”
From the moment he had arrived, Chicha knew the ruler was not needed. Vida, meanwhile, looked insecure, as Rio seemed he was about to break out into another hilarity attack.
“So, what’cha say?” he asked.
“Well…” Giggsy intervened. “I must say, young man, you have a most impressive anatomy, you see.”
“Hung as horse,” Berba echoed.
“Well… both of you,” David admitted, before he blushed brightly, as if he had been embarrassed with what he just said.
Rio’s eyes were fixed on Vida.
“Go ahead. Matey Ed’s waiting fer ya.”
Now the Serbian defender looked into Edwin’s blue eyes. The goalkeeper swallowed, but, even then, Nemanja could guess cool and calm Van der Sar was very, very turned on.
And oh, he fucking was too.
Vida listened to somebody sucking air in when he took the tip of the goalie’s long shaft inside his mouth, but he forgot about it when he listened to Edwin’s breathy moan, released when his hot mouth engulfed that length.
David’s eyes looked longingly somewhere else, but then he averted his gaze.
Meanwhile, Nemanja was already fully into what he was doing. Since he couldn’t really take the whole of Ed’s cock into his mouth, he just took a bit more, and sucked avidly, his tongue tracing circular patterns around Edwin’s dick, making it start to leak.
The Dutchman had already forgotten where he was. He didn’t seem to remember he was standing in the middle of a room, being watched by all his teammates. All he did was toss his head back, his eyes closed, his hips bucking ever so slightly, wanting more of Vida.
“This gets me hard,” Berba whispered in Giggs’ ear, and the older man just pulled the naked Bulgarian close, his fingertips gently brushing that pale, nude skin.
The Serbian had changed his ministrations now. He let go of Ed’s cock, and then his tongue started tracing the member, from the tip to the loaded balls, which he nibbled on, as his fingers brushed the goalkeeper’s blonde pubes.
Chicha had been looking at the scene without blinking. He finally averted his eyes when he could feel he was getting hard again-only to see that Rio was stroking his own cock, his eyes fixed on Ed and Vida.
And when Nemanja went back to the tip of that dick the Dutchman came, but the Serbian didn’t let his cum drip down to the floor-instead, he just swallowed it, all of Ed’s seed, licking avidly until the long shaft was clean.
“Bloody shit,” Phil gasped.
“V’ry good,” Rio winked. He was stroking his member desperately, longing for release, so he really didn’t know what to think when Vida moved his hand to the side, saying:
“Let me help with that.”
“Oh, God,” Jonny closed his eyes again when he saw the defender’s mouth circling Ferdinand’s tip, making the swarthy man curse and moan.
“Can’t a dick that big gag you?” David asked innocently, but no one heard him.
“Oh yeah, awright Vida, aw fuck!” Now it was Rio the one who came as Nemanja’s head bobbed up and down on that tremendous length’s tip. And, once again, the Serbian drank every single drop of semen. Ed, for his part, had pulled his jeans back up, though loosely, and was watching the scene with a smile that seemed calm, in spite of the fact the found the image of Vida sucking Rio off very erotic.
Very…
“That wuz the best dare ever in me life, mate,” Rio finally moaned out as he sat back down, after pulling his jeans up, loose as well. For his part, Nemanja just went back to his place, smiling, as if he had not just sucked two of his teammates to orgasm.
“Who turn now?” he asked, unaffected.
“How should I know? You just turned me on!” Berba protested, holding a cushion against his lap. Rio was so pleased he didn’t say anything about the Bulgarian dirtying the cushion.
“That’s because I am sexy,” Vida winked, before taking the bottle and spinning it so it landed on…
“Chicha!”
“Again?” the Mexican complained.
“No cry and go! Dare!”
“What? Don’t I get to choose now?”
“You choose truth before. Now dare.”
“Aw fuck Vida!” But Javier was a bit tipsy too, so, after some insistence, he ended up nodding.
“Ok. So what am I supposed to do?”
“Maybe we could use your pole, huh Rio?” Edwin winked.
“Ya wan’ it like Vida?”
“No, idiot! The pole Michael found!”
Upon hearing his name, the striker reacted. He remembered the pole that could be put on the floor so it remained fixed, the one he had found when he had gotten the plushie for Phil.
“Good idea!”
“So my dare is…”
Chicha didn’t even have time to finish the sentence. Pretty soon, the pole was fixed to the floor, and everyone was looking at it, then at Javier.
“Pole dance?” the young striker swallowed.
“Oh yeah. Come on,” Vida clapped.
Chicha walked slowly towards the pole, and tried to see if it just wouldn’t topple down to the floor. But it was fixed. The Mexican kid wondered where the hell Rio would have gotten such a toy.
“Dance, baby!” Berba’s happy shout filled the room.
Chicha took a hold of the pole and spun around.
“Where did the music go?” Michael wanted to know, but Phil shushed him.
There was no need for music. After the first spin, the Mexican kid seemed to have taken a liking to the pole. He wrapped his legs around it and then rubbed his arse against it.
Wayne sat very upright, his eyes fixed in the scene.
“Clothes off!” Berba laughed again, and Nemanja started clapping.
Javier took off his shirt, spun it, and threw it to the group. It landed on Jonny’s head, and he immediately removed it and just left it at the side.
Now the group could see the Mexican’s chest-and it was sexy, sculpted, the muscles noticeable, and even more as they contrasted against the pole.
Wayne bit his lip. There was something swelling inside his jeans, and that was not good…
Javier was unbuttoning his jeans, his back sliding against the pole, when his striker friend spoke:
“’Ey, c’mon, le’s spin the bottle again!”
“Aw, let ‘im take off those jeans! Don’ be such a borin’ twat!” Rio protested.
Roo was silent, and Chicha took off his jeans.
Underneath his briefs, his cock was noticeable-and even worse when Chicha took the pole and started rubbing his crotch against it, as if he wanted to get himself hard.
Wayne crossed his legs. Fuck. He really liked the kid, but…
“Chicha,” David spoke. “Never thought you would do that.”
Javier stopped dancing and turned around to face the goalie.
“I usually don’t.”
Edwin, however, spoke up:
“I think this dare is done!”
He’d noticed Wayne’s face out the corner of his eye, and even though he was chuckling slightly at the sight of the striker about to explode, he figured it was enough torture.
For his part, Chicha heard the former goalkeeper and walked back to his place, picking up his discarded shirt in the way. Sitting there, looking as innocent as ever, nobody would have guessed he had just pole-danced for the guys.
And, even then, he didn’t notice his friend Wayne, next to him, was trying hard not to look at him…
“Good. Spin!” Vida said.
Chicha took the bottle…
“David!” Giggsy noted.
“What? This bottle has a switch or something! We are getting the same turns!” the Spaniard protested.
“Aw. Don’ be a cowar’. C’mon, Chicha, give ‘im a dare.” That had been Rio, drinking from a bottle nobody really could remember how it had gotten there.
“A dare?” David’s face was deep red. “But I don’t want a dare.”
Javier, however, was thinking.
“Ok,” the Mexican finally said. “I once saw this in a party I attended. David, take a pillow and make out with it, and while you do so… you have to call out the name of who you like.”
The young, lanky boy looked at Javier with pleading eyes.
“But… but…”
“Come on David. Don’t worry. We won’t let anybody make fun of you, ok?”
That soothing line had come from Ed, who was looking at his successor, as calm and cool as always. The younger boy looked at him, and, for some reason, he felt a little calmer.
“Ok,” he barely gasped out.
Jonny, who had been fidgety all the time, ran to get the pillow; and, soon enough, David was holding it.
“Go,” Chicha said.
David sat on the floor, placing his legs astride the pillow. Then, he bent over a little and kissed it.
“Slowly. I think he’s really imagining something,” Giggs was even looking critically at the scene.
The young goalkeeper closed his eyes. It took a while, but, after a moment, he was moving on top of the pillow, as if he had been riding it. His hands also clutched at the object, as if it had been somebody’s skin.
“So…” Berba started. “Who is it?”
David closed his eyes tighter, but, after a while, he decided there was no turning back. He dug his nails into the pillow and gasped out:
“Yes, yes, please, faster… please… I love you…”
Pause.
“I love you, Jonesy.”
Phil, who had been looking at the show silently, turned a hundred shades of red when he heard that.
David opened his eyes and stopped moving over the pillow. His gaze met Phil’s blue eyes.
Silence.
“I… I’m sorry, Jonesy. I really am,” the lanky goalkeeper almost stammered, unable to hold the other man’s stare. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to… you know.. but the dare, and…”
“Ya really think that about me?” was everything the blonde defender said.
David nodded slightly.
“Yes. Yes, I do. I love you. I fell in love with you at first sight, and now when you licked my nipple when you were blindfolded, and…”
Phil blinked.
“It was you? The one I licked?”
“Yes,” Edwin admitted, not even flinching. “I lied to you. I wanted you to guess…”
For a second, the blonde defender was tempted to ask why?, but then he thought about it.
It all had been a plan.
And it had worked perfectly.
Phil got up from where he was. David was still sitting astride the pillow. He looked silly, but sweet, and innocent, and…
He cupped the Spaniard’s face between his hands, and placed a soft, but lingering kiss on his lips.
Edwin smiled as if he had just been Cupid.
David opened his eyes: he had closed them. Meeting Phil’s blue irises made his heart beat quickly.
“I want you,” the defender whispered.
“Movin’, but the night’s not gettin’ any younger, mates,” Wayne pointed out. “So, c’mon, let’s spin it again!”
The young goalie then took the pillow from underneath his body and tossed it out the circle they had formed. He then went back to his place, not near Phil, but he felt happy just by turning to look at the blonde defender. He was not afraid anymore when he spun the bottle.
“Jonny,” he called out.
“NOT A DARE!” the other defender almost shrieked. He was the one who sounded utterly terrified.
“Don’t worry. I won’t be evil like the rest,” David laughed. “Truth, then?”
Evans nodded quickly.
“Ok. Then, Jonny, come on. Tell us why you are so nervous. Is it because you are afraid of being rejected too? Jonny… do you like someone?”
“David…” the defender looked down. “You had luck. What if he says no?”
“I’ll go get drunk with ya!” Phil suggested gently, and Giggs laughed, before adding: “We’ll introduce you to some sexy men.”
“I don’t really want any sexy men…” Jonny lowered his eyes. “Unless they all look like Michael Owen.”
Mike spat out the beer he had been drinking.
“The Golden Boy, ‘uh?” Rio raised his eyebrow.
“Yes,” Jonny went on, red as a beet. He finally managed to lift his head and look at the handsome striker. “I… I have a monster crush on you, Mike. You have always been one of my favorite players, but then I came here and… you’re handsome, and great, and… everything I want in a man.”
Michael lowered his eyes too. “I don’t even play.”
“You’re still great.”
The striker took another sip of his beer bottle, but it was empty. So, he just tossed it aside, and…
“Come here, pretty boy!”
Jonny jumped into Michael’s arms, more out of impulse than anything, and the striker kissed him, a long kiss that gave up the fact the Golden Boy had also thought about the defender all that time.
“Hey! This is turning out nicely!” Chicha said merrily. “Looks like everybody is getting a couple here!”
He didn’t notice Wayne looked at him for a bit.
Jonny, meanwhile, hadn’t left his new lover’s arms, until he listened to Michael say:
“I think the game’s still on.”
The defender got up and spun the bottle.
“Giggsy!”
“Wasn’t my dare to introduce you to some sexy men?” the Welshman asked.
“Not now!” the defender finally laughed heartily, and added: “You know, you have been at the club for a long time. I wondered if you ever wanted a sex slave, and what did you do to them.”
“Oh yes, Giggsy,” Berba immediately edged close to the older man, his cock suspiciously half-up, as Ryan only laughed and smiled knowingly.
“Well, well,” he finally began. “Ya know Beckham and Gary ‘ad always had a lil’ sum’thin’ going on, huh? Thing was, one day, I wan’ed to see them at it. They were both sexy, n’ I wan’ed it. So ‘un day I took a pic of ‘em and threatened ta show it ta Fergie if they didn’ lemme. They immediately agreed.
“Once I was with ‘em, I asked Becks ta suck Gaz off. And oh ‘e did, and loved it. Then I told Gaz ta fuck Becks ‘ard, n’e did too. Gawd I was so turned on. Later I tol’ em I just wan’ed ta see them, that I’d never tell Fergie, and they said I should’ve asked.”
“But now…” Berba’s hands traveled underneath the older man’s tee. “You have new slave.”
“Oh, yes,” the Welshman started, and turned towards the Bulgarian. “And I know what I want to do to this new slave.”
“What?” Dimi seemed eager.
“I want him…” Ryan, such a gentleman, seemed to have forgotten where he was. “To get down on his hands and knees… and to show that sexy arse to me…”
“Your wish my command,” the striker whispered, and, just like that, he crawled to the center of the circle…
And put his butt up, right in front of Giggs.
“Fuck!” Vida shouted. “Go away!”
“Make them stop! Jonny!” That had been Phil.
“The deal’s answered, Giggsy!” the defender immediately said, making the older man chuckle.
“Ya’re a bunch of cowards. Ya already saw Vida blowin’ Ed and Rio, n’ ya cannot think about me n’ Dimi ‘avin’ sex?”
“Just spin the bottle!” Michael complained.
Ryan spun it reluctantly-he was definitely looking forward at the moment when the game would end. The bottle didn’t move much, so it ended up pointing at…
“Wayne.”
The striker grumbled something underneath his breath, but finally ended up saying: “Dare.”
“I challenge ya ta a blowjob race.”
Everybody turned a darker shade of red in that same moment. Nobody had expected the midfielder to say that.
“Right, Giggsy,” the English striker finally said, trying to sound nonchalant. “N’ who m’I gonna blow, ‘uh?”
“Don’ pretend,” the answer was loaded with intention.
Chicha felt his face was getting not red, but purple.
“Not pretendin’,” Wayne stammered.
“Ya lapdanced ta ‘im.”
The rest of the boys just looked back and forth. Wayne, Ryan. Wayne, Ryan… and then Chicha.
“Say yes,” Dimitar winked.
“I say no,” Javier’s voice rang out all of a sudden. He had just gulped down a huge amount of whiskey.
“Whut?” Ryan asked.
“Because…” the Mexican kid was smiling. Everyone looked at him. His expression was similar to the one he sported after pole dancing.
“Whut?” Berba chorused.
“Because I don’t want Wayne to suck me. I want to suck him.”
The group fell silent.
“So…” Javier was being provocative, Javier was acting as he had never done, as he sat down on Wayne’s lap. “What do you say, we forget about this game… and go upstairs?”
“Oh… yeah,” came the breathy growl.
In a moment, both strikers had disappeared up the stairs, laughing, running, their bodies giving away their anticipation.
There was a moment of silence.
“I think the game’s over,” David whispered.
“Yeah. I’ve ta take care of this man, ‘fore he catches a cold!”
That had been Giggsy-he picked up Berba’s discarded clothes and went up the stairs, holding the Bulgarian close.
“I’m tired too,” Evans noted.
“Maybe you’d like a good night’s sleep, Jonny,” Michael suggested.
“I could use some sleep too,” David said.
“Good,” Phil nodded. “Then we’ll use a room too…”
The lads got up, walked around, disappeared up the stairs.
“Looks like everyone’s got a couple,” Edwin said, smiling gently, before he turned towards Rio and Vida. “Except us.”
“Well well well,” the swarthy defender winked. “’Aven’ ya heard that three’s a party?”