Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 04:35:08 -0400 (EDT)
From:  <opengoal@excite.com>
Subject: 'Don't Lose My Number' {Opengoal} (Celeb) [1/1]

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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