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自己的东西自己看着开心哈^^
Avalan @ 2007-04-24 23:11





40公里，有一所名叫saint espana的住宿制高中，在西班牙被誉为全国最好的高中之一。这所学校最有名的是门前有两条街，纵向的一条叫马德里路，横向的一条叫巴塞罗那路，也不知道从什么时候这个名字就这么传了下来。两条路的路口于是就被学生们喊作“德比战场路口”，是saint espana学校经典有名的角斗场地，每年在这里打群架斗殴的本校学生，或者是慕名前来打架斗殴的游人不在少数，曾经saint espana有这么一句经典口头禅叫“战场上见。”原本这是很多人邀架的惯用语，可自从路口建了不少风情浪漫的咖啡厅之后，很多情侣约会也选了这句话，让别人以为这所学校的恋爱和斗殴没什么两样。
Cesc Fabregas从车上跳了下来，站在“战场路口”抬头看着他的新学校。死老爸老妈，他在心里骂道，一到他上了高中就说什么他长大了，直接把他踢出了家门，然后两个人欧洲蜜月游去了，他以后就只能待着这所破烂的高中了。他叹了口气，开始从车上往下搬他的行李，他甚至连自己在家的玩具熊都带了出来，可是那又有什么用呢。我的电视我的电脑我的……Cesc欲哭无泪状，以后我就要住在这所破高中了。
正在Cesc悲叹自己命运的时候，一辆普通的Polo车出现了，以不长眼睛的方式直接撞在了Cesc的车上。

Sergio Ramos承认自己是为了离开家跑到这所高中来的，早晨的微风徐徐吹在他的脸上，他和他的司机有一句没一句的聊着天，他甚至连他爸妈想来送他的请求都拒绝了。
“反正离家那么近，我什么时候烦了你再来看我嘛。”他这么说着。
事情发生的时候他正在和司机讲一个笑话，笑得眼泪都出来了，“谁知道会有人那么抽风把车停在路口上啊。”他想。
然后他们俩的车就华丽丽的亲吻在了一起。
“我去下去倒个歉。”Ramos嬉皮笑脸的打开了车门，看到外面站着一脸阴沉的Cesc。Ramos突然觉得面前一股怨气迎面扑来。
“你们不长眼睛阿！！”Cesc吼道，他本来就心情不好，现在已经属于情绪失控的境地了。
Ramos也属于年轻气盛的少年，他一下就觉得不乐意了，你看我也下车了准备给你道歉了，居然这么对我，于是对吼道，“你白痴阿把车停路中间！”
开学第一天，Cesc和Ramos做的第一件事就是——吵架。人呼啦啦的全围了上来，两个人越吵越凶正要动手，突然蹿出了一个人用带着塞维利亚的口音说，“别打架，大家不要伤了和气嘛！”你知道蓄势待发的两个武林高手打架有人打扰是什么后果么？

Jose Antonio Reyes是从塞维利亚保送来到saint espana的，老师有一天对他说，有一所很好的中学要你，你去吗？Reyes同学虽然成绩不错，但事实上脑子并不是太灵光，所以什么事情都不去考虑来者不拒。
这天他好不容易来到自己的新学校，正怀着好奇的心情准备往里走，这是他看见了门口围着的人群。其实Reyes还是很喜欢看热闹的，他就挤了过去，发现两个一看就知道是新同学的男孩正在吵架，一副蓄势待发的样子，好孩子Reyes想也没想就上前去劝架，然后两个本已抬起的拳头因为惯性直接挨在了Reyes身上，Reyes只觉得一阵天昏地暗。
“同学……同学你没事吧！”Cesc慌了神，一边的Ramos也有些手足无措起来，看着昏倒在地的Reyes不知道该怎么办。
“让开。”他们背后突然传来一个声音。

Fernando Torres家就住在saint espana旁边，说今天报道溜达着就来了，他对他的新学校可没什么感觉，因为他幼儿园就读的是saint espana附属幼儿园，小学读的是saint espana附属小学，初中就是saint espana初中部的，所以怀着一种无聊的心情他前往了他的新学校，心想如果能在路口遇到谁谁打架还算有意思点。
果然天遂起愿。从他们开始准备打架到两人把Reyes打晕他都正好看到，看着两个伤人者手足无措的样子，他在心底念了个“笨”，然后走了出来。
长在saint espana旁边就有这个经历，从小到大不知道参与或是参观过多少的战斗，所以他处理这种事就是小菜一叠。只是几下Reyes就睁开了眼睛。
看着两个肇事者一边一个劲给他道谢，一边一个劲给Reyes道歉，他觉得这次来还是挺有意思的，至少看见了三个很有意思的人。

Cesc终于找到了自己宿舍的时候，离打架事件已经过了三个小时。他承认自己是有点路痴，围着学校走了N圈才找到自己的宿舍。当他找到自己的房间推开门的时候，他突然就愣了，三张熟悉的脸映入眼帘，四个人一起“你……”的一声。
门口贴着的宿舍人员名单清清楚楚地写着：
Cesc Fabregas
Fernando Torres
Jose Antonio Reyes
Sergio Ramos

你说这是不是命运的安排呢？
你说这是不是呢？

Jose Reyes[1]

“铃……”闹钟响起第三秒，Reyes已经从床上坐了起来，关上闹钟，穿好衣服洗漱完毕，出去买早餐然后顺便把早餐给寝室的几个睡死了的孩子带回来，然后叫剩下的几个孩子起床，这些是每天早上他必做的功课。
因为他是四个孩子里面最大的，所以他觉得自己应该负起大哥的责任。虽说报道那天不幸被打了，但是他还是爱上了这所学校。特别是开学典礼的时候，学生会会长Raul Gonzalez往台上一站，所有的高一新生都会有这么一个感觉，觉得成为saint espana的新生真是幸福的一件事。
还有这所学校有最正宗的塞维利亚小吃，只要有这点，Reyes就觉得无比的满足。
寝室的其他三个孩子伴随着各自不同的起床的声音看来都醒了——“让我再睡5分钟。”Cesc说——看来还有个人得叫第二次。
“老大，今天早上有什么吃的啊。”Ramos星星眼的摇着尾巴就过来了。
“给你买了黄油面包。”Reyes吃完自己的早餐转头又去叫Cesc去了。
他喜欢寝室里所有的人，懒洋洋但是成绩很好的Torres，没心没肺但是很讨人喜欢的Ramos，但是他最喜欢的……
Cesc抱着他的玩具熊，迷迷糊糊的睁开眼睛，发现有人在拍他的床，“让我再睡……”
“你再睡就要迟到了，今天可是Wenger老师的课。”
“阿！！！！”Cesc忙从床上坐了起来，两只圆滚滚的眼睛瞪得更大，让人觉得就像一只可爱的小松鼠。Reyes喜欢可爱的东西，所以从他那次被打晕醒来之后，看见Cesc的第一眼就很喜欢他。虽然他喜欢耍些小性子，但是在他看来，这让Cesc更加可爱了。
来马德里前他的几个哥们叮嘱过他，让他加把劲儿追个马德里女朋友回来给他们看看。现在如果让他们知道自己喜欢上一个男生，他们岂不笑话死了。
他想到这里不由有些懊恼，于是提起书包提前去上课去了。第一节课是Wenger老师的英语课，他可不敢迟到。

Jose Reyes脑子是不太灵光，但是他有所有人都没有的好心肠以及好运气。他不知道他的好运气就要来了。
高一年级学生会的评选正式开始，本来Reyes并没有打算报名的，但是他寝室的弟兄们却帮他报上了名，顺便文笔最好的Torres帮他把演讲稿都写好了，Reyes看了那个演讲稿，那叫个慷慨激昂，仿佛如果他Reyes没有称为年级学生会主席的话，西班牙就要遭受怎么样的损失一样。
Reyes向来都没有自己的主见，属于别人说什么就是什么的类型，寝室的同胞们都已经做成这样了，还顺便每天用Ramos从家里带出来的棒棒糖贿赂其他人把票投给他，你说他有什么好拒绝的呢？更何况Cesc已经说了，让他一定要成为年级学生会主席，然后把寝室大扫除从每周一次调整成每月一次。
选举那天简直成了saint espana的一个传奇，当所有女生眼里的白马王子Torres第一个把票投给Reyes的时候，现场就像是疯了一样，女生们的票一齐飞到了Reyes这里，再加上Ramos和Cesc的贿赂，Reyes以90%的得票率当选新任主席。
“今年新生还真热闹啊。”过来主持的Raul对他的副主席Guti说。

可是事实证明Reyes根本无法胜任年级学生会主席这个职位，以他的能力学好自己的课程就很不错了，何况还要当个年级学生会，他不是Raul Gonzalez那么能干的人，更不会指挥自己的副主席干活，所以很多事情都是自己来。很快他们寝室就吃不到Reyes每天早上打来的早餐了，很快Reyes开始顶着两个黑眼圈抱怨自己跟不上Wenger老师的英语课了。其实Ramos也跟不上，于是他们两个经常一起窝在一起，听抱怨Ramos抱怨说他们是西班牙人，况且世界上说西班牙语的人又不少，让那些英语国家的人来学西班牙语阿，为什么是他们学英语？
抱怨有什么用呢，学还是要学的，为了保证他们寝室的正常早餐，全寝室英语学的最好的Cesc被派做Reyes的“老师”，负责每天辅导Reyes学习1个小时英语。这简直是现成的好机会，每天看着Cesc抱着他的玩具熊坐在床上一句句教他，他就觉得无比的幸福了。这一个小时简直是他生活中最幸福的时刻。

Raul马上也发现了这一点，本来他发现自己最艰苦耐劳的高一学生会会长已经快撑不住了，可过了一周突然又这么神采奕奕的忙里忙外了，他马上就知道在Reyes身上发生了什么。
所以他决定帮Reyes一个忙，作为他这么辛苦工作的酬劳。
“你这样的决定还有别的原因吧。”Guti的声音在旁边响起。
是，使还有其他原因，因为他想起了当年，当年那个叫Fernando Morientes也一样傻傻的家伙。

Jose Reyes[2]

Raul Gonzalez被誉为saint espana有史以来最能干的学生会会长，的确不是盖的，当他把Cesc的这份资料小心的夹在一份会议记录里交给Reyes的时候，他却没有预料到Reyes傻小孩会因此会错了意。
“Jose，”Cesc用脚踢了踢Reyes，“你怎么了，怎么这么没有精神。”
“没……没什么。”Reyes依旧在想Cesc的那份资料，详细到他爱吃什么，最喜欢什么礼物，最喜欢什么游戏，最喜欢什么运动。这一切在他看来只有一个原因，Raul看上了Cesc。你看看人家下的这番苦力，你怎么可能是Raul的对手，Reyes，你怎么可能是他的对手？
Raul马上也发现了Reyes的不对劲，难道是追Cesc被拒了？不会啊，看Cesc那也是傻小孩一个，怎么可能呢？
“Jose，你待会散会留下来一下。”Raul说。
Reyes抬头看见Raul美丽的脸，更加失落于是把头垂的更加低。
“Cesc那边怎么样了？”Raul坐到他旁边。
死心吧，你看看，人家Raul就是看上Cesc了。
“学长，你都把Cesc打听的那么熟悉了，怎么还要问我呢？”一副受伤吃醋了的样子。
突然教室里传出了Raul极其诡异的笑声。
“笨蛋！难道不给你说清楚了你就不知道吗？我是要你去追Cesc啊！”
Reyes眨了眨眼，脑子突然死机了，从地狱到天堂他一下更加傻了，晚上带着一脸的傻笑回到寝室的时候，他才记起了Raul后来和他说的话。
“学长，你为什么帮我，你也有喜欢的人吗？”
“有，当然有了。”Raul眉眼弯成一个非常好看的样子。

从第二天开始，Reyes给Cesc买的早餐便全是他最爱吃的东西，还经常顺便送给他一些很喜欢的小玩意儿，把Cesc高兴的简直像极了一只摇着尾巴的小松鼠，天天早上起来凑上来亲昵地叫着，“Jose~哥~哥~~”
但是他们的关系就真的停在了兄弟的这一层，Cesc就真的把他当成了是哥哥，简直无话不谈，连看上了隔壁班的班花，想追她这件事也跟他说。你说这样下去，Cesc会爱上他么？他挠着耳朵想，这样下去他们就会成为最好的朋友了，可是那想成为情人不就更难了？
你让Reyes接受谁谁的奴役很简单，你让Reyes去追谁谁简直要了Reyes的命了，浪漫的事就是想破脑袋他也想不出来，甜言蜜语你让他照背他都背不全，说到底他不过是个15岁的少年，对于爱这种事总是懵懵懂懂的，虽说这不是Reyes的初恋了，但是他依旧不是情场高手。
这点他曾经羡慕过Torres，女生眼里的白马王子Torres，男生眼里的情书机器Torres，可他就连匹马也不是阿，他甚至不好意思求Torres帮他写份情书。

“会长，你最近怎么了？”他的副会长Villa同学实在看不过去了，曾经的会长就是学生会里的老黄牛里的老黄牛，何曾这么无精打采过？
“我……”Reyes甚至不知道该怎么说起，“我没事。”
“会长你……你不会是恋爱了吧？”
Reyes手中的茶杯咣当一声掉在了地上，难道这么明显吗？Raul发现了，连Villa也发现了？
“莫非你是喜欢上了什么人，不知道怎么追吗？”
“我追了，可是他不上钩阿。”Reyes垂头丧气的说。
“那你就直接表白看看嘛！”Villa有些好笑的看着Reyes说，“直线球有的时候比变化球有效呢。不试试怎么知道呢？”
“David，”Reyes猛地握住了Villa的手，“谢谢你啊。”

站在足球场的边上，Reyes反复想着表白的词语，不远处有个毛茸茸的小孩正在球场上冲锋陷阵，Reyes就这么看着他的身影，不由有点脸红。阳光下Cesc的身影可爱的让他想吐血，可是一想到待会儿要向Cesc表白他又紧张的心怦怦直跳。
“Cesc，我爱……怎么说来着，我爱……我喜欢……我……”Reyes的舌头又开始打结了，脸红的简直和晚霞一样颜色了。
突然一声惨叫传入他的耳朵，他看见不远处Cesc的身影不见了，Torres冲向对手抓着他的衣领吼得全球场都听得见，“你混蛋，有这么铲人的吗？！”
Cesc？！Reyes反应了过来，忙向球场跑去，却看着Torres背着Cesc火急火燎的往医务室的方向冲，他可爱的Cesc把脸埋在Torres的肩头，只露出了毛茸茸的头发，他可以清楚地听见Cesc的呻吟声。
他的头嗡一下就懵了，忙追着Torres跑去，丝毫不理会他身后的两伙人已经打了起来，Ramos一边打一边吼着“王八蛋”，而他身为年级学生会会长理应处理这个烂摊子的。


Cesc Fabregas[1]

Cesc不喜欢这所学校，从他踏入这所校门就不喜欢。15岁的Cesc从小被惯大的，突然就这么被家长抛弃，他心里正是郁闷的时候，于是很顺带的连着同学加上室友都看不顺眼，当然除了Reyes，在小Cesc眼里Reyes是世界上最好的人，会给他们带早餐给他们打水，甚至还会给他们洗袜子。
他最讨厌的人原本是Ramos，这个报道就找他的茬的同学，但是这个家伙不知道是真没心没肺呢还是神经太粗，第二天就忘了他们吵架的事，拿出从家里带出来的棒棒糖与所有人分享，还借给了Cesc他很想看但一直没买到的漫画书。两周后在Cesc眼里，Ramos就从讨人嫌的家伙成了乐于助人的好同学。
他最讨厌的人，没错，就是Torres，他和Torres是同桌，甚至还是上下铺的关系，但是他就是看不顺眼Torres，骄傲，自大，以为自己是什么似的。

故事还要从他的玩具熊说起，Cesc那只玩具熊是从初中跟到他现在的，是一只纯白的他认为很可爱的娃娃，名字叫“Nino”。可他在寝室第一次叫这个名字的时候，他下铺的Torres就跳了起来，狠狠地骂了他一顿。可是他怎么知道Torres在初中的昵称叫“Nino”阿，况且这是我的玩具熊诶，我叫什么关他什么事？Cesc一想更加生气，就和他对骂了起来。
第二天事情更加糟糕了，Cesc把他的玩具熊顺手放在了Torres的床上，要知道这只熊Cesc可是成天抱着的，你可以想象这只熊当时的颜色，而恰巧Torres有那么一点点地洁癖，于是又是大发雷霆。
还有最可恶的是，所有的女生都喜欢Torres。本来Cesc想正好自己没有爸妈管着可以交一个女朋友。开学第一周他就看上了一个女孩，那是一次中饭时候，有一个美丽的声音响起，“同学，能帮我把牛肉递过来吗？”Cesc回头，就看到一个漂亮的女孩正冲他甜甜的笑着。Cesc立马觉得眼前一亮，脑子里闪过一行字，“就是她了。”
他好不容易和Reyes讨论出了追求计划，可好不容易混熟了之后，有一天女孩红着脸来找他，递给他一封粉红色的信。Cesc马上觉得好事已成，谁知道女孩红着脸说，“Cesc，我知道你和他一个宿舍，你能不能帮我……转交Torres？”
你就知道我和他一个宿舍你不知道我和他有仇吗可恶的Torres你简直欺人太甚你闲着无聊长那么帅干什么而且你那张脸在你身上简直是暴殄天物喂喂难道你不知道Torres这家伙性格有多差吗我到底有哪点不如他？！！
以上是那一瞬间Cesc全部的心理反应。

说实话Cesc的确是没有哪点不如Torres，论学习成绩Cesc不废劲也可以成为班上前五，英语课就他可以和Wenger老师熟练对话，足球他可是和Torres一起入选年级足球队的，在班上Torres是班长他是学习委员，论长相，他也不觉得自己比Torres差阿，自己不也五官端正浓眉大眼么？不也有女孩儿偷偷给他送过便当么，怎么他就追不上一个女朋友呢？
后来他悄悄的和Ramos讨论过这件事，Ramos一脸正经的说，Fernando能激起女孩儿们的爱恋，可Cesc你只能激起女孩儿们的母爱阿。
这这这，这叫什么话阿？！

他曾经跟Torres下了战书，让他放学后到“德比战场路口”他们要一决高下，谁知道Torres看了一眼，说道，“烦，懒得去。”
这简直是欺人太甚，侮辱他的人格，践踏他的智商嘛！于是他以他的智商和玩具熊发誓，他要是不把Torres打败他就不是Cesc Fabregas。
待到期中考他超过了Torres成为班上第一名，给他送礼物的女生渐渐多了，可是……为什么Torres就能收到女生精心包成的礼物，自己就老是收到毛绒玩具和棒棒糖呢？当他的床上摆下第四只玩具熊，另外还有两只玩具狗的时候，他不由仰天长叹起来。
正在这时，Cesc最好的机会来了，那就是即将开始的高一年级的班级足球赛。当他发现在场边看他们训练的女生越来越多的时候，他脑子里有了一个画面，某场比赛，本班0比1落后，Torres屡攻球门不入，场边响起了对他的嘘声。这时候，他，Cesc Fabregas挺身而出，连入两球！他甚至可以想象被女生包围的场景——多美好阿。

可是具体事实却是，他两次助攻Torres进球，看着Torres冲过来和他拥抱，他心想自己这是在干什么啊？！看着女生们尖叫着“Fernando。”他不由不服气起来，明明是自己传出来的球更漂亮嘛，怎么自己身边就只有男生跟他说“干得漂亮”呢？
第二场比赛他下定决心一定要来他一个帽子戏法，让你们看看我的厉害，正当他开开心心的往里带球的时候，突然看见对手飞铲过来，心里突然扬起一个想法，糟了。
腿很痛，估计是骨折了，他心里发寒，他的足球赛，他的帽子戏法……于是抬头恶狠狠的看着凶手，想好好记住这张脸，心想等我腿好了，看我怎么收拾你。
这时候Torres冲了过来，一把揪起凶手的衣领，“你混蛋，有这么铲人的吗？！”
夕阳入血，Torres恶狠狠的一副要揍人的样子，和平时那种让Cesc觉得做作的温文尔雅不同，这时候Cesc脑子里突然闪出两个字，“好帅。”
他感觉自己被Torres背在背上，那个本来他很讨厌的人正在小声地安慰着他，“Cesc，你忍一下，马上就到了。Sergio在那边帮你报仇呢。”
Cesc脸上一阵发烧，突然觉得其实Torres，也没有那么糟糕。


Cesc Fabregas[2]

打好石膏以后他是被Torres扛回来的，Reyes被喊去处理球场斗殴事件，走的时候一步三回头的，生怕Torres照顾不好Cesc一样。天已经黑了，学校里的月亮头一次让他觉得这么明亮，Torres背着Cesc气喘吁吁的走着，Cesc第一次觉得有些过意不去。
“放我下来，我能自己走。”他说。
“得了吧，就你那排骨能有多重，少说几句，烦。”
居然敢说我是排骨？！！Cesc要不是看在现在自己欠Torres人情的份上，绝对跳起来和他暴吵一顿。他瘪了瘪嘴，不作声了，看着地上他和Torres投下的古怪的影子，心里有种奇异的感觉在慢慢的蔓延开来。
很晚的时候Ramos才跟着Reyes回来，前者嬉皮笑脸，后者垂头丧气。
“Cesc，铲你的那个人被我好好教训了，现在他也去医务室了。”
Reyes叹了口气说，“你还说呢，写检讨写到现在，而且，我们班的参赛资格被取消了！被取消了你知不知道？！”
Cesc和Torres立马瞪起眼来，什么？他们可是等好了想争冠军的，据说奖品丰厚阿（虽然最后他们发现其实奖品不过是一人一打很厚的笔记本）。
头一遭，Cesc和Torres联合起来，把Ramos骂了个无言以对。讨伐结束以后，Ramos终于敢弱弱说，“可是……可是，不是你叫我好好教训那小子么？”

接下来的就更加让Cesc头疼了，石膏要打一个月，生活什么的都不方便啊。这天晚上熄灯的时候Cesc仰望他的上铺心想，Torres那小子有洁癖，我要不还是跟Ramos说说我们换张床阿。正当这时候Torres拿着一张新床单，然后抬头仰望了一下Cesc的床，说，“你床上娃娃怎么这么多阿。”
Cesc第一次觉得Torres其实他人也挺好的。

有一次体育课，寝室只剩他们两个人——Cesc是请假，Torres则是借口陪Cesc翘课——周围安静的可怕，甚至可以感觉到时间的悄悄流逝一般。Cesc躺在Torres床上看书，心里突然有些发慌。
“谢谢你。”他突然说，这句话他憋了好久了，说出来果然舒服些。
他上铺的家伙一阵沉默，然后接了一句，“这算什么啊，烦！”
典型的Fernando Torres的回答，Cesc突然有点想笑，他承认他的书从躺下开始就没翻一页，他甚至不知道自己为什么看不进去书。又是一阵让人想要窒息的安静。
“对不起。”他上铺的家伙突然说。
Cesc突然就愣了，这这这家伙是在跟他说这句话吗？
“这算什么啊，罗嗦。”
然后两人发现各自回答的相同点，不约而同的大笑了起来。
Ramos和Reyes进来的时候看到的就是这么一幕，他和Torres两个人大笑着，仿佛两个疯子。

第二天Ramos把他背下来的时候，Cesc看见了Torres的那辆他引以为豪的跑车，以及那个让人黑线的后座。坐着看Torres踩单车的样子，Cesc突然觉得脸上有些发烧，真丢脸，居然看这家伙骑车都能脸红。
他不知道接下来的日子，照顾他的人几乎全部成了Torres，直到一周后他发现背他下楼的还是Torres的时候他有点忍不住了。
“Ramos那小子呢？”
“别跟我说话。”Torres气喘吁吁的说。直到把他放在跑车后座，他一甩汗湿了的头发，说，“你刚才说什么？”
“没。没什么。”Cesc微笑着说，这样也挺好，他想，这样感觉很温暖，何必打破这个平衡呢？
有一种暗暗的情绪在Cesc心里弥漫着，占据着他的心，他一直觉得自己很聪明，但现在他有点无法控制这种情绪了。这是什么？他想，莫非是……
那个单词他不敢想下去。

日子一天天过去，不用说他也知道，一个月的期限就快到了。那天他躺在床上突然从梦中惊醒，想到这个问题不由有些心慌意乱。他甚至不知道那是否意味着他和Torres又要回到原来那种日子，那种三天一小吵五天一大吵的日子。
所以他决定给自己找点事做，或许这样就可以忘了Torres那家伙。
然后他找到了Wenger老师，作为老师最喜欢的学生，再加上Wenger老师本身就是法国人，Cesc想学法语这件事简直让Wenger高兴的几乎是眉飞色舞，两天后他捧着那本厚重的法语入门一跳一跳的回到座位上。
“什么书？”Torres凑过来看，看到书名之后挠了挠头，“这么无聊的书你看着不烦阿，还不如跟我回家打游戏呢。”

就是这句话，Cesc一边看着书一边怨念，死Torres，就是这句话，害我一边看书一边想着跟他打游戏的事情，就不能让我清静一会儿吗？
正当此时，Reyes推门而入，映入眼帘的是把自己头发挠的乱七八糟的Cesc，他只觉血气就往头上涌，心中只剩三个字：好可爱~~
“Jose，”Cesc抬起一脸黑气的脸。
“Cesc，你怎么了？”
“Jose，”Cesc垂头丧气的说，“我觉得我好像是喜欢上Fernando了。”

Jose Reyes[3]

他发现Cesc和Torres之间气氛不对不是最近的事了，那是那次的体育课，他因为担心Torres照顾不好Cesc，火急火燎的请了假往回赶。
他小声的推开门的时候，发现侵蚀里面安静的可怕，有一种让他不安的气氛弥漫在空气里，他甚至觉得自己只要一走进这个门，就会破坏其中的平衡，就会有什么因此摧毁一样，于是他很轻很轻的带上了门，就当自己从来没有来过。
Reyes从来就没有争取过什么，他的妈妈跟他说，该是他的就是他的，不该是他的他做梦也得不到，所以他一只就是什么送上门就留下什么，这次追Cesc已经是他平生做过的最疯狂的一件事了。所以他看见Cesc和Torres腻在一起的时候一点甚至做不出一点反击，他就看着每天早上Torres踩着他拉风的跑车把Cesc接走，无动于衷，就跟那次体育课一样。他甚至没发觉，作为Cesc的追求者，本来应该是他抓住这次好机会，不是Torres。
直到Cesc当着他的面说出了那句话。
“Jose，我觉得我好像是喜欢上Fernando了。”
Reyes突然觉得他心脏那个部位有什么零件在往下落，掉在地上，一直滚一直滚，滚到无人的深渊。
“喜欢就要跟他在一起阿。”Reyes笑着说。

“喜欢就要跟他在一起啊，你到底在说什么话阿，”Reyes垂着头看着地下自己的影子。
我踢，你果然是个笨蛋，我踢我踢，你就是个笨蛋。
正巧路过的Raul和Guti看到了这么诡异的一幕。
“他在干什么啊？”Guti一脸迷茫的转头看着Raul。
“没事儿，恋爱呢。”Raul脸上带着一丝了然于胸的笑容说道。
Guti回头看着正和自己的影子过不去的Reyes，心想有句话果然是对得，恋爱中的人都是白痴。

“我说会长，你不用这样子啊。”Villa无奈的看着把头埋在书桌上的Reyes说，“天涯何处无芳草嘛。”
“他不是芳草，”Reyes抬起头来认真无比的说。
还有精神较这个汁儿，看起来是好些了。
“他是只小松鼠，David，你见过比他更可爱的小松鼠么？”Reyes的脑袋再次和桌子亲密接触起来。
……看来还差得远呢。
“那你就去抢回来啊，问一下，你这次是输给谁了啊？”
“Torres，Fernando Torres。”
Villa脑中闪现“情场高手”四个大字，然后无奈的拍了拍Reyes的肩膀，说，“会长，你还是节哀顺便吧。”

他也试着去抢Cesc了，看具体情况是Cesc和Torres打PS2的时候他在一边看着，Cesc和Torres比试脚法的时候他在一边看着，Cesc和Torres练英语对话的时候他在一边看着，Cesc和Torres聊电影聊音乐的时候他在一边看着。
认了吧，Reyes心底有个声音在跟他说，认了吧，Cesc和Torres才是同一种人，你根本插不上脚的。
“看你最近精神不好啊。”Raul递给他材料的时候问，“不是吹了吧。”
Cesc痛苦的点了点头，“他心里没准都没有我。”
“想知道他心里有没有你么？”Raul嘴边扬起一丝笑容，“这个容易，你听过欲擒故纵么？”

乙晕夷腥烁痔愕囊庵痉⑹模饧柑煳乙欢ㄒ龅讲焕鞢esc，我一定去试试Cesc的真心。
站在寝室门口Reyes自言自语道，正巧这时Ramos打开了门。
“啊啊啊啊……”寝室楼里传出了一声惨叫。
“Cesc，Fernando，你们快来看看啊，老大中邪了。”
默。我不过就是自言自语几句，用得着这么夸张么，Reyes也不理他，直接迈向了他的床。
镇定镇定，你刚才用钢铁般的意志发过誓了的。他接着自言自语。
“Jo~se~~”身后传来Cesc撒娇的声音，你能帮我把中饭带上来吗？”他的石膏刚刚拆，坐在床上摇晃着他两条腿，无比开心的样子。
Reyes只觉得心中一阵颤抖……“好！”
地上散落了一地钢铁的碎片。

“老大，老大。”Ramos的手在他面前挥来挥去，“回魂阿。”
“阿？怎么了。”Reyes突然惊醒。
“我跟你说件事啊，你一定要帮我。”
“什么事啊。”
“我看上了一个人，你能不能帮我出主意，告诉我怎么追他啊。”
天啊，难道我就这么像爱情顾问么，为什么都找到我这里来？明明我自己的事还没有解决呢？上帝啊，我可以帮他们，可是谁来帮我呢？

Sergio Ramos[1]

事实上，Sergio Ramos并没有他看上去那么的没心没肺，其实他只是有点青春期的小叛逆而已。报道的第一天和Cesc吵了一架，其实他也知道错在他，可他又不好正儿八经的道歉，就特地把压箱底的棒棒糖拿了出来。其实每次发棒棒糖的时候都是Cesc先挑，就是为了让他拿到他最喜欢的口味而已。
还有漫画书，那是他的宝贝儿，没人可以碰它一下的，他借给Cesc的时候心都在滴血。
但他告诉自己要装作什么都不在乎，其实这也是青春期的叛逆而已。
总的来说Ramos是个好孩子，除了有这么一点点小叛逆。他不傻也不笨，有的时候他会做出一些让人很啼笑皆非的事情，但事实上那只是他想要大家都注意他；也有的时候他会做一些傻事，让大家都很喜欢他。
在所有人都没注意的情况下，Sergio Ramos已经成为班上人缘最好的人，连女孩儿们都可以和他称兄道弟，这就是他所喜欢的生活。

你相不相信一见钟情？
这个问题对于Ramos来说，他的回答应该是：屁！
但是事实上他对于Iker Casillas却正是一见钟情。故事要回溯到上次足球赛事件，他打架打得昏天暗地的时候，一个人像拎小鸡一样把他拖到了一边，那个人长着英俊的面容，还恶狠狠的用他那双很漂亮的眼睛瞪他。就是那么张脸让他迅速的从打架状态切换到正常状态，而且无比冷静，仿佛是要去上老温的英语课一样。
后来他才知道，那是校学生会的体育部长，Iker Casillas。
晚上被罚写检讨的时候Ramos故意写慢了一些，按他的功底本来可以很快的写出一篇惊天地泣鬼神的检讨，达到读到此文的人都以为这是一个失足小青年的悔过报告，小青年已经洗心革面如果你不相信他，就是没有智商没有道德。
可他故意写到很晚的时候，写几个字就抬头，装作思索的样子看Iker。要是在以往他会觉得这种行为实在傻的可以，只有老大和恋爱中的小女孩儿才做的出来。
马上他就成了他们班的运动健将，就是为了能多看几眼Iker而已，有的时候还能恰好和Iker对上面，说几句话，虽说对话一般都是这样的形式。
“你就是那个啥啥啊，最近没再作事吧。”
Ramos每次和Iker对完话，都会觉得无比的沮丧，因为他在Iker的记忆里原来只是个会作事的那个啥啥而已，即使他在很多体育项目里面出尽风头也无济于事，这个印象已经刻了进去，不会改变了。
他也偷偷去看过Iker的校足球队的训练，Iker是队长兼守门员，Ramos会永远坐在Iker身后的位置，只要他一回头就可以看见他，可是他总是不回头。
Saint espana在西班牙高中联赛的成绩一直很好，就是少个冠军，所以Ramos一直想要快快升到高二，这样他就可以入选球队就可以帮助Iker拿冠军了。
即使多少次他会暗暗在心底骂自己到底在干些什么，他对Iker所作的一切都是他认为最没品位的事，但每次想到Iker他又会心甘情愿去做。

他也想过要追Iker，但他一想到Reyes追Cesc那个傻样他又觉得丢脸。秋天转眼过去了，冬天来了，Ramos回到寝室对着另外三个人搅和的让人摸不清头脑的感情世界，他又想到Iker。他决定首先让Iker记住Sergio Ramos这个人，而不是那个啥啥。
于是下一次他又很“恰巧”的遇上了Iker Casillas的时候，他终于忍不住了。
“你不是那个啥啥吗？”
“对不起，我的名字叫Sergio Ramos。”
可事实是仿佛Iker同学的记性不太好，下一次见面打招呼的时候，依旧是“那个啥哈”了，仿佛根深蒂固，在嘲笑Sergio Ramos一样。
他们差的太远了，真得太远了，一个是高一年级赫赫有名的活宝，一个是高二年级叱咤风云的校体育部长，所以他每次只能坐在Iker身后，那么远远的看着他。忧郁感伤不属于Sergio Ramos，所以在这种感情的驱使下，本来是有一点小叛逆的Ramos成功的成长成了一个合格的愤青。
寝室的同胞们在连续第3天听到Ramos在高谈阔论如何改变西班牙的现状，以及炸掉西班牙国王的行宫的方法之后，终于意识到了他的不正常。
“Sergio，”Torres凑了上去，小心翼翼的问，“你最近没事吧？”
“没事。”他大大咧咧的把手一挥，“我不一直都是这样吗？”

这段时间Ramos在学校的风头甚至盖过了白马王子Torres，特别是他的几篇愤青文章使学校本来没人理睬的校刊重新焕发了青春活力，曾经让人觉得老土的校刊，立马在学校成为了一种时尚的象征。校刊编辑部很快就发现了这件事，主编马上亲自找到了Ramos，想请他成为校刊专栏作家。
但是被Ramos拒绝了，他知道在这所学校每个人只能参加一个社团，他要是去了，就不能去Iker的体育协会了。
但是这又有什么用呢？Ramos发现自己再学校有多红，Iker Casillas也不会记住他，他终于觉得这样下去也不是办法了。
然后他就想到了去求助他们寝室的老大——Jose Reyes。
“我看上了一个人，你能不能帮我出主意，告诉我怎么追他啊。”
“你看上谁了阿。”
“呃……”Ramos脸上突然浮现出一种让人意想不到的扭捏。
正在喝了口水的Reyes看到这一幕，直接把水喷在了他的脸上。
“Jose！Jose Reyes！你给我站住！你别跑啊！！”Ramos的声音远远的在男生宿舍楼传播开来，正在下楼的Iker Casillas看见了这样一幕，脸上突然出现了一种温馨的微笑。

Iker Casillas [1]

有的时候，Iker Casillas会想念Joaquin，一个总是笑得很傻但是让人觉得很可爱的小傻瓜，他高一年级的同学，他的同桌，他的室友，甚至他在这所中学里唯一的好朋友。在Joaquin转走了的那个暑假，他总是梦见他，梦见他从床边探出一双圆溜溜的眼睛，说Iker我搞到了新的Fifa游戏一起玩吧。
开学的那阵子他几乎郁闷到一种无与伦比的地步，他的同学也很奇怪，去年还总是笑的Iker，怎么突然就阴沉了起来。直到那次足球赛，他看见了Sergio Ramos。那天他心情郁闷的各个球场转悠，完成他校体育部长的职责，看见有人打架的时候他心烦意乱，心想混蛋，居然在本人心情不佳的时候打假，正好交到学校好好教育一番。
当他把打假一边的头儿拉开的时候，他突然愣了，那个小孩眨巴着眼睛，看见他的时候突然傻笑了起来，感觉很像——Joaquin，想到这个名字的时候，Iker内心突然颤抖了一下。其实在学校里打假是一件可大可小的事，Iker选择了一种最轻的，可以好好看着他的惩罚方式，没错，写检讨。
蚏eyes坐在讲台上盯着某人，看着他时而抬头看一眼前方，然后接着写下去的时候，他觉得Joaquin仿佛又回来了，虽然其实他们一点也不像，这点Iker也知道，这只是一种似曾相识的感觉。
“谢谢你，没有重罚他。”身边的高一年级学生会主席说。
“你和他是朋友？”
“对，我和Sergio还有被铲伤的那个Cesc都是室友，他也是气急了，Cesc都骨折了呢。”
“Sergio？”
“Sergio Ramos。”Reyes扬了扬头说。
Ramos的检讨他没有上交，而是自己留了起来，其实他也不知道这个傻举动代表了什么，他和Ramos离的很远，每次看到Ramos和同学高声谈笑着离开的时候，他总觉得心里某个地方有些难受。

直到那次，Ramos突然出现在了他的面前，他发誓他真的记住了Ramos的名字，只是突然间，他惊喜地不知道应该是叫Sergio还是Ramos。
“你就是那个啥啥吧，最近没再作事吧。”
看着面前原本傻笑着的Ramos的表情突然从开心变成气急败坏，接着变成无比沮丧，突然间Iker心里有一种想远远跑开仰天大笑的感觉，这种心情是容易上瘾的。Iker的同学于是经常可以发现他们原本变阴沉了的体育部长，又无比阳光了起来，还经常对着空气发笑。
虽然Ramos和Joaquin都喜欢傻笑，虽然他们一样的好人缘，但是在Iker心中他们却越来越不像了，究竟是哪里不像了他也说不出来，正如一开始他也说不出来他们到底哪里像。
每周他们都能遇到几次，他几乎是上瘾一样，喜欢欣赏Ramos气急败坏同时无比沮丧的表情，却没有注意到，他们相遇的次数似乎太多了一些。
有一天仿佛到了极限的Ramos突然正经无比的跟他一字一顿的说，“我的名字叫Sergio Ramos。”但是Iker显然对“那个啥啥”这个称号形成了习惯，或许在Iker没有发觉的真心，Ramos已经成为了那个没有人可以取代的“那个谁”。
Iker甚至没有发觉，自己对Ramos实在太熟悉了一些，他习惯性的经过Ramos的教室，看着他把头埋在书桌上看漫画书，经过Ramos的宿舍，看着他和室友打闹的样子，经过Ramos经常踢球的球场，看着他扯着大嗓门呼唤着同班的傻样。

圣诞节就要来了，他突然有些失落，因为圣诞节意味着放寒假，意味着他会有整整一个月见不到Ramos，从什么时候开始，Sergio Ramos在他的心里已经占了这么重要的地位，甚至已经取代了Joaquin。
离开的那天下了雪，他坐在爸爸的车上，看着学校离他远去，第一次觉得回家是这么心不甘情不愿。
仿佛感觉到了Iker的心情一般，他们家的车后面传来一声巨响，然后是一阵剧烈的颤抖。“糟了。”他的爸爸说，然后汽车很漂亮的撞在了路边的护栏上。
“我得等维修人员来拖车，要不Iker你先搭便车回去吧。”爸爸郁闷的挠着头。

Iker本来想说要不我再在学校呆一天吧，现在这希望也落空了，他站在雪中，往马德里的高速上，来来往往的车那么多，但是都没有停下来。
好孩子也会气急的，于是他抓着手中的矿泉水瓶扔了出去，这么多年的校队守门员不是白当的，准确地砸在了一辆就要开走的车上。
车往他的方向移了过来，他无比兴奋的抖了抖头上的雪，车在他的面前停了下来，车门打开。
“能搭个便车吗？”
“你混蛋不长眼睛阿，敢砸车，是不是脑子坏掉了？”
四目相对，两个人都愣了。
“怎么是你？！”Iker和Ramos齐声说道，所以无论你是否承认，在这个世界本就存在很多的命中注定。

坐在Ramos的车里，Iker搓着被冻红了手。
“很冷么？”
“鬼天气。”他笑着说，“幸好遇上了你。”
“你住哪里？我给你送到家里去。”
“X路X街25号。其实也不用那么麻烦，你把我放在太阳门广场，我自己做公共汽车回去。或者你把我放在某个地铁站门口也行……Ramos，Sergio Ramos你怎么了？”
本来石化了的Ramos突然惊醒，“你刚才叫我什么？！你终于记得我的名字了。”看着小孩无比感动的样子，Iker突然有些想笑，虽然暗暗的也有一些欺骗了小朋友的罪恶感，以及以后再也 不能这么玩他了的失落。
“对了你刚才说你住在哪里？”
“X路X街25号。”
“我家住在21号……”

恋爱中的男孩 Sergio Ramos[2]

当Ramos踩着单车今天第10次从Casillas的家门前经过，心想这都上午10点了，也该起来出来透透风了吧。正想着，Casillas家的门突然开了，Iker手中拎着一大包垃圾，正好和Ramos对上了视线。
“嘿，Ik……Casillas。”Ramos有点局促的说。
“你好啊，以前怎么没见过你？”
“我家去年才搬了过来的。”
“噢……”Iker显然在组织自己要说的话，“这太好了。”
“真的吗？”Ramos无比惊喜地说。
“是啊，以后回家可以搭你的便车，省了油钱啊。”
Ramos直接想吐血。
“对了，”倒完垃圾的Iker回头，“你可以叫我Iker。”
这句话的后果就是，Ramos踩着单车绕了他们小区整整5圈，吃饭的时候还对着自己最讨厌的胡萝卜发笑。

25号和21号不算近也不算远，让Ramos无比郁闷就是中间隔着一个23号，每次他从自家阳台伸着脖子想看看那边Iker是否也在的时候，他总是能看见邻居家的大叔光着膀子晒太阳浴。平安夜的时候他们再一次遇上了Iker，那天晚上下了雪，Iker看见Ramos的时候主动跟他打了招呼。
“喂，圣诞快乐。”Iker的笑容让Ramos觉得有些不真实。
“圣诞快乐。”他就看着Iker转身开门，关门，眼睛扔死死的盯着刚才Iker的方向，突然忘记了手上死死拽着的，给Iker的礼物。突然间他连叫Iker的勇气都没有了，只能傻傻的走过去，把手中的礼物放在了家门口。
礼物盒上用不耐烦地口气写着：给混蛋Iker的礼物，作为你砸我车的回报。其实里面的东西是他用攒了好久的钱买的，一个印着皇家马德里俱乐部标志的守门员手套。他为了这个礼物几乎把马德里逛了一大遍，终于还是觉得这样的东西Iker会喜欢。
他走的时候回头看了一眼那个小小的包裹，突然觉得心里发涩。
这天晚上他做了一个梦，梦见自己也收到了Iker的礼物，但是他打开包装的时候梦就醒了，空气里依旧弥漫着昨天晚上甜点的味道，他躺在床上，发现已经10点半了，意味着他见不到Casillas了，因为Iker这家伙每天固定10点钟出来扔垃圾。
“喂。”他突然听见一个熟悉的声音响起，“你给我出来。”
又不是不知道我的名字，怎么还叫“喂”阿，Ramos嘟囔着，脸上却挂着怎么藏也藏不住的微笑。
跑出去的时候看着Iker忍笑忍到内伤的脸，他才突然意识到自己身上穿着的睡衣，是他妈妈给他挑的，务必不符合他愤青风格的衣服，粉蓝色的底子，一只毛茸茸的熊就在他的胸口。
Ramos觉得他的脸一定“唰”的就红了。
“嗯，那个礼物我收到了，谢谢你。”
“不……不用谢。”
“对了，作为回报明天晚上我请你吃饭吧。明天晚上我来叫你。”
“什么？！”Ramos惊喜地抬头，却看见Iker已经转过头去笑得快背过气去。
“喂，Iker Casillas，你要是敢把这件事在学校抖出来，我跟你没完！”他对着Iker的背影喊道。

第二天下午的时候，Ramos的爸妈要去和同事一起吃饭，却得知Ramos已经约了人，所以没有带他。
家里只剩下他一个人，每过半小时就起来去门口看看Iker来了没有，因为情绪激动中午饭就没怎么吃好的Ramos很快就饿了，可是Iker还没来，晚上7点的时候他终于忍不住了，翻箱倒柜的找东西吃，打开冰箱，发现里面除了水和生菜以外什么都没有，果篮里就孤零零的躺着一个苹果。
Ramos并不喜欢吃苹果，但是为了生存他也得垫点东西，于是他想象苹果是Iker那张又招人厌又让人爱的脸，咔嘣咔嘣的咬得无比的脆，他从来没有把一个苹果吃得如此的干净。
8点了，依旧没有动静，他的肚子已经咕咕的叫了，加上他的坐立不安，连他最喜欢的电视他也看不进去了。
Iker Casillas，你看我不吃穷你！他在心底骂道。
8点半的时候，Casillas的声音突然响了起来，后果就是Ramos直接从沙发上跳了起来，关电视关灯冲到门前换鞋加关门，一系列动作半分钟就做完了。
“你很饿？”Casillas问他。
“饿坏了。”
“你真不厚道，”Iker皱着眉头说，“不就是顿饭吗，你一定是饿了整整一天想吃穷我吧！”
他们俩沿着街慢慢的走着，有一句没一句的聊天，Iker说要带他去这条街上一家海鲜饭做了最好的店去，还说那家店很隐秘一般人发现不了。

或许Ramos应该知道，一切不可能这么美好的。
一辆自行车突然在Iker身边停了下来，邮差叔叔笑着说，“Iker，今天有你的信。”
Ramos看见Iker扫了一眼信神色就变了，变得他从没有看见过的激动和阳光，他想那一定是对Iker如此重要的人，隐约的他瞥见寄信人那里写着“Joa”，他不知道Joa什么什么的是Iker的什么人，但是一定是个自己怎么比也比不上的人。
坐在饭桌前Iker迫不及待的开始看信，看着他眉眼间闪过的笑容，他的心里格外的难受了起来。
“什么人的信？”他打探着问。
“一个高一时的好朋友，转学走了，说寒假来马德里玩两天。”
“噢。”Ramos埋下头吃饭，这家的海鲜饭一点都不好吃，他想，又苦又涩。

元旦一过他就回了学校，在此之前他一直闷在家里，甚至不敢出门，害怕一出门就看见Iker。
回到学校的时候他终于有种解脱，“Cesc，Jose，Fernando，我回来了。”
Jose Reyes揉着眼睛从床上坐了起来，“这么早就回来了？”
“怎么就你一个，Cesc和Fernando呢？”
“Cesc住Fernando家里去了。”Reyes用一种受了挫败的声音说。
这下好了，Ramos想，只剩下两个苦情人呆在宿舍。Cesc，Fernando，你这两个重色情友的家伙，你们，你们别想吃我的棒棒糖！

Cesc Fabregas[3]

Cesc原本以为他和Torres的亲密会停止在石膏拆掉的那一天。那天晚上躺回了他的床，抱着他的玩具熊，晃动着他得到自由了的腿，却有些闷闷不乐。在他心里仿佛有那么一点什么，弄得他不安焦虑。晚上熄灯以后他就躺在床上数羊，可是翻来翻去还是怎么都睡不着。
第二天早上起来的时候寝室突然出现了两双熊猫眼，Cesc瞪着正在打哈欠的Torres一脸的奇异，可是Torres就老是瞪他瞪得他老委屈。
你失眠关我什么事啊，我也是数羊数的很辛苦的。
俩人去刷牙的时候遇上了Ramos，那小子一看这阵势就乐了，说，“怎么了，小两口昨天晚上去哪儿花前月下了阿。”正巧Reyes也从一边路过，三个人用瞪一只蟑螂的目光狠狠地瞪他，吓得Ramos一闭嘴就溜了。

又过了一周，Cesc发现他和Torres之间的确是有那么点不一样了。原本打死都不会聊个天的两人，现在能一起看一本杂志，能一起讨论新的电影，能一起打PS2，仿佛一个月前，他们根本就不存在冷战一样。有一样东西在他们之间悄然种下了，仿佛是只属于两人之间的羁绊以一般。
其实Cesc不喜欢这种感觉，虽然说Cesc很聪明，但不影响其实他是个感情白痴的事实，让他琢磨这种终身大事的事情他可不干——说他很聪明还有一点，他从来不会随便折磨自己的脑子。有的时候他还真想回到过去，回到他们互不顺眼的时候，至少不会像现在这样，会时不时地脸红一下。
这种感觉让他不爽，不爽透了！他本想有意的躲一下Torres，可是Reyes公务繁忙，Ramos最近不知道干什么去了老是跑得不见人影，算来算去还是老撞上Torres，丢脸的是现在只要他一召唤自己就会很习以为常的跑过去。
把我当成什么了！他瘪着嘴想。

下雪了。放假的前一周，天空飘起了雪花。
对于居住在塞维利亚的Reyes，居住在加泰罗尼亚的Cesc，以及才从塞维利亚搬来马德里的Ramos来说，简直跟过节一样。可是Cesc好不容易召集大家要打一场雪仗，Reyes临时被召唤走了，说要处理一下放假期间学生会的安排，Ramos更奇怪，看见了谁就神色匆匆的跑了，最后站在他面前的只有那个打着哈欠的Torres。
看着就让人不爽，他想，捏了个雪球就砸了上去。
“你！”Torres回头进行他Torres独门的瞪人绝招，可对上的是Cesc笑嘻嘻神情，马上转化为一种调皮的温暖，“你以为打雪仗你打的过我？！”
雪球飞舞了起来，每年都能看到下雪的Torres马上占了上风，他们追打了起来，丝毫不管其实整个校园也就他们俩在打雪仗，所有人都在看着他们的一举一动。
突然一个脚下不稳，Cesc跌坐在了地上，追来的Torres直接绊倒在了他的身上，你可以说这个场景很肥皂剧，但当他们脸贴的很近的时候，时间也的确如肥皂剧一般静止了。
他们对视着，Cesc可以感觉Torres的气息吹在他的脸上，他有些庆幸现在的脸被冻红了，不然被看出来自己因为这一下脸红了非被Torres嘲笑。他就这么看着压在他身上的Torres，可那家伙一点起来的意思都没有。
“Fernando？你摔伤了？！”Cesc小声地问。
“没，没有。”Torres慌忙站了起来，两个人默默地拍着身上的雪，尴尬的气氛简直让他们无法呼吸。

这暧昧的一面在两个当事人不知道的情况下已经被很多人目睹了，高一年级级草Fernando Torres已经名草有主了这件事马上传遍了校园。Cesc不知道从此往后女生对他已经分成了两派，一部分对他怒目而视仿佛情敌，一部分拼命的凑过来老是问他一些他听不懂的话，比如说什么攻阿受阿的东西。
当然这件事发生后的那个晚上两个当事人又是一阵失眠。
寒假前的期末考试，大家都期盼着假期的到来，而且因为不关系升学，对付对付就过去了。然后期待已久的假期来了，寝室充满了Cesc的哀声叹气，“我要我的游戏机，我要回家我要睡大床！55555……为什么我要留在这里啊！”
一天寝室又是只剩下了他们两个，Cesc一个人无比怨念的碎碎念着。
“要不，你去我家住着好了，就在学校旁边。”Torres终于忍受不住了说。
“呃……”
“我刚买了新的足球游戏。”
“我去！”
所以说我们必须承认其实Cesc很容易头脑发热的。走的那天Cesc拍着哀怨的看着自己的Reyes，说，“老大，你不用担心，对门不还有Villa么。”剩下Reyes哀怨的想，Cesc，你是不是真的一点感觉也没有啊。
罪魁祸首Torres悄悄地露出一丝不易察觉的笑容，提着行李跟着Cesc跑了出去。

Fernando Torres[1]

Fernando Torres并不承认自己是一个可怜的单亲家庭的孩子，事实上他觉得自己只是比别人少了一个老爸而已，那不算什么，曾经他就这么对自己说过，至少比家里多一个可恶的家伙强。事实上他也不觉得自己有一个母亲，尽管他现在可以住在一个大房子里，买了所有青少年应有的，或者想有的东西，但他更渴望的是有一个会叫他起床给他准备早饭的，妈妈。
想要知道为什么从一开始Torres就看Cesc不顺眼吗？Cesc是一个被爸妈宠坏了的孩子，而他则是个没人疼的可怜虫。看着Cesc能收到他爸妈从世界各地寄来的礼物，他承认是他嫉妒了。虽然Torres是所有女生眼中的白马王子，的确他也是一个情场高手了，可那是上初中的事了，他比其他孩子早熟，所以叛逆期也过得要早，现在他已经懒于玩这些“游戏”了，他厌倦了，或者他已经厌倦了更多。
当听到Cesc如何的抱怨着自己的爸妈怎么样怎么样不厚道的同时，他总会塞上耳机，在心中更加的讨厌Cesc一分——那个自以为是的，娇生惯养的，一无是处的，让人厌恶的加泰罗尼亚人。可那个讨厌的家伙居然还和他决斗，去，他才不想为了那个家伙关一天的紧闭呢。
虽然他会帮Reyes写竞选报告，会帮男生写情书，会很大方的请客吃饭借东西给同学，事实上Torres还是活在自己的世界里，他是班上的第一名，年级足球队的队长，班上的班长，高一年级的级草，他的一切都是如此的优秀，一切和初中一样。直到那次期中考试，他不再是班上的第一名，Cesc超过了他。
这是Torres的第一次失败，居然是输给了那个讨厌的加泰罗尼亚人。
但是有一点无法否认，就是他其实不是那么一无是处的。在Torres眼里，Cesc Fabregas第一次像一个合格的竞争对手，突然间他有些后悔没有答应Cesc那次决斗了，他现在突然觉得，能和Cesc打一架也不是那么糟糕的，或者说，其实是有那么一点意思的。
当Cesc成为了Torres的对手，他也就走进了Torres的生活。

更加另他对他刮目相看的是在那次足球比赛。Torres曾经收到过社区足球学校的正式邀请，足球一直是他引以为傲的项目之一，可在训练的时候他就看出来了，Cesc踢得和他同样的好，天知道他多么喜欢Cesc传来的球，美妙的简直让他想要称赞。他甚至对他产生了一种惺惺相惜的感觉，甚至想要和他交这个朋友。
Cesc Fabregas，成绩和他同样好，足球水平和他不相上下，同样受女生的欢迎，同样的是老师心中的好学生，一个合格的Fernando Torres的对手。第一次比赛的时候，他突然感觉，他应该为Cesc进球，仿佛是他必须这么做一样，事实上他真的这么做了。庆祝进球的时候，Torres冲上去和Cesc拥抱，突然觉得其实他们的冷战一点意思都没有，他们本该是好朋友的，而且他们也一定可以是非常好的朋友，可他就是张不开口说一句和解的话。
直到第二场比赛，看见Cesc被那个可恶的家伙铲倒在地上，一种特别的心情爆发了，在他看来，是Cesc打败了他所以打败Cesc的也只能是他Fernando Torres。他冲上去抓着那家伙的衣领，一种热血的情绪直冲上来让他失去了理智。后来他吃力的背着Cesc跑去医院的时候心里还在骂自己多事，明明自己是讨厌他的，明明自己恨不得好好教训Cesc一顿，为什么看到他受伤，自己会觉得难受呢？
在他没有发觉的心底深处，Cesc Fabregas，作为一个敌人也好，作为一个同学也好，已经占据了一个小小的空间，只是他并不知道而已。
检查伤腿的时候，Torres不知是否有意识的，轻轻地握住了Cesc的手。

还有那次的道歉，他不知道为什么就顺口把这句话说了出来。虽然这些话他早就想到过，无数次想要当着Cesc的面说出来，可最终这些话却在一个无比尴尬的环境下，他脸红着说的。幸好没有人看到他，他想，现在他脸红的扭捏的样子像什么鼎鼎大名的情场高手，简直向个初恋的小子。
太丢脸了！他后来想，实在太丢脸了！！
不过不管怎么样，他们的确是和解了。当他往他的宝贝跑车上装后座的时候，一边怨念一边想，这就当作一直鄙视那家伙的道歉好了，其实他根本没有发觉他的这个理由实在有点牵强。
再后来他们真的成了朋友，正如Torres所想的一样，他们真的成为了非常要好的朋友。
虽然偶尔也会吵架，但是吵架的内容已经从生活上上升到了学术上，以至于没有人知道如何劝架。虽然偶尔也会冷战，但一觉起来他们就会把这件事忘记的一干二净。虽然Torres依然会嫌Cesc烦，但是有什么新玩意儿他总会找Cesc分享，原因么？因为他们如此的相似，所以只要是Torres喜欢的东西，他马上就发现其实Cesc也喜欢。

假期来临的时候，Torres又开始了他的心情低谷。在学校的时候他还有同学，回到家只能对着那间空空的大房子。他毕竟还是个孩子，害怕寂寞。虽然他也不喜欢学校，因为有一点轻微洁癖的他，并不喜欢生活在这个集体宿舍里。
所以当Cesc抱怨没办法回家的时候，他就有了这个不厚道的想法，再一次，他又没有控制住自己的嘴巴。
“要不，你去我家住着好了，就在学校旁边。”
“呃……”
“我刚买了新的足球游戏。”
“我去！”


Fernando Torres[2]

虽然早就有了心理准备，打开房门的时候Torres依旧有些失落——没有人。桌子上甚至有了灰尘，摆在门厅的杯子里甚至还有上次他回来时没有喝完的水。最近都住在学校没有回来，看来那个应该叫做妈妈的女人也一直没有回来，住在马德里那幢公寓里奋斗着她辉煌的事业。
每个月一号站在取款机前看着又多出来的数额时，心里有说不出来的纠结，她从来也不会忘记给他钱，多到他不可能花完。可是有一次他听见Cesc坐在上铺跟他爸妈要钱的时候，却无比羡慕。Cesc的手机每天都响，响着可笑的铃儿响叮当，然后Cesc就会“咚咚咚咚”的跑来，撒娇似的叫着爸妈。
“天啊。这里你多久没有住过了？！”Cesc感叹着冲了进去，“Fernando，你是不是找我来当苦力给你搞卫生的？”
冷冷清清的家，只是多了一个Cesc而已，突然像是有了生气，Torres看着他，突然觉得心里满满的暖洋洋的。
Cesc回头的时候，看见Torres站在门口看着他，笑得一脸温柔。

大扫除的时候，Torres却开始后悔起来，当他自己挑的花瓶伴随着Cesc的一声惊叫，摔落在地粉身碎骨的时候，Cesc被Torres请到了沙发上。
“那怎么行呢，Fernando我一定要帮你。”
“你给我乖乖的坐着就是帮我了。”Torres咬牙切齿的说。
当他好不容易搞完卫生，得意地看着一尘不染的家的时候，Cesc却突然从家里失踪了。正在这时门铃响了起来，Cesc笑着站在门口，递给他一瓶可乐。
“你们这儿的商店真远啊，我绕了一个小时才找到。喏，辛苦了。”
Torres看着累坏了Cesc，终于没好意思说其实商店就在隔壁的隔壁，你小子还真是路痴。
他们就肩并肩的坐在沙发上喝可乐，没开灯，夕阳染红了房间，他们一句话都不说就这么坐着却感觉不到无聊。
“Fernando，”Cesc突然说，“我饿了。”
“没有买菜，我们出去吃好了。”Torres说。
“我买了，Fernando，我做给你吃好了。”说着指了指桌上两桶方便面。
“喂~~”Torres还没说你会么，Cesc已经抱着方便面跑到他家厨房，然后一声巨响。
“Cesc你没事吧。”Torres忙跑去看，发现暖水壶躺在地上，一地碎片……再一次，Cesc被Torres请到了沙发上。
不一会儿Cesc看着Torres端上来的方便面，目瞪口呆ING——方便面已经被Torres化腐朽为神奇了，看着Cesc一脸又是惊讶又是敬佩的表情，Torres再一次原谅了他弄坏了家里唯一的暖壶。
吃着面的时候，Torres看着桌上并排放着的两厅可乐，心想虽然Cesc是笨手笨脚了些，但是两个人一起住着到底还是要好过一个人。
这么久以来，他真的有点寂寞了，无论他是否承认，他还只是个孩子。

有人可以和他一起玩PS2，有人可以陪他一起看电影，有人可以和他一起吃晚饭，有人可以和他聊天。
Torres一直都想有个弟妹，可以陪他做这些事，现在他有了Cesc。
“喂，你在家里也是独子吧。”Torres突然这么问。
“不是阿，我还有个妹妹。”Cesc看到Torres石化的表情，笑得无比开心，“她在巴塞罗那和我爷爷奶奶住在一起，爷爷奶奶喜欢女孩儿，我就被扔出来上这所破高中了。怎么，你没想到啊？”
是没想到，怎么可能想得到呢？大哥不是一般都成熟稳重的么，怎么他一副笨手笨脚，溺爱过渡的样子。
“那你呢？看起来你爸妈也丢下你周游世界去了么！”
“他们离婚了，我妈一般住在马德里。”Torres闷闷的说。
气氛陡然从温暖变成了冰冷。
“对……对不起。”Cesc弱弱的说，在心里扇了自己个巴掌。
“没关系。”Fernando笑了笑说。
气氛还是不对，压抑的有点难受。
“我不是故意的，我真不知道，对不起。”
“你烦不烦啊，我不是说了没关系吗？”
“你真的没有生气？”
“你！”一个枕头砸了过来，Torres从床上跳了下来，把Cesc按在了地上打算狠狠地教训一番，却对上了Cesc圆圆的眼睛，一眨一眨的像个做错了事的小孩。
瞬间他的脸就红了，移开视线转向别处，“时候晚了，我们该睡觉了。”他说着从地上爬起来，往门外走，“我带你去客房。”
“可是……”Cesc声音带着颤，“我怕黑，又没带Nino，我不敢一个人睡。”

一只羊，两只羊，三只羊，四只羊……
躺在床上数羊的Torres怨念的瞪着天花板，可恶，大家一起看恐怖电影他倒是特积极呢，居然还不敢一个人睡，什么道理啊！脖子酸痛的Torres扭了扭脖子，转头的时候正冲着Cesc香甜的睡脸。
早知道就让他带着他那只熊了，也不至于把自己弄得这么狼狈阿。身边的Cesc翻了个身，向只八爪鱼似的粘了上来，那张可爱的脸就在Torres眼前。
如果亲一口的话，Cesc应该不会发现的吧……全寝室就数他睡得最沉了。Torres小心的凑了过去，很轻很轻的啄了一下Cesc的嘴唇。
心跳的好快，感觉好幸福。正当Torres陶醉的时候，一个巴掌扇了过来。
“冬天居然还有蚊子，拍死你。”Cesc嘟囔着，Torres捂着都快肿起来的脸颊，心想这就是我偷袭的报应么？死Cesc，拍只蚊子用这么大力气干什么？




Fernando Torres[3]

Fernando Torres觉得他这辈子最痛苦的事莫过于，他数了一夜的羊，待到Cesc起来第一句话却是：“Fernando，你家怎么冬天还有蚊子呢？”
一听这话Torres的脸刷就红了，看着Cesc一脸莫名，“不就是有蚊子么，用不着觉得不好意思阿。”
“我……我去做早餐。”Torres逃也似的从房间跑了出来，打开冰箱的时候还觉得心怦怦直跳，这种感觉让他觉得难受又不知所措。
“早餐吃什么？”Cesc挠着头发从房间里走了出来，一副还没有睡醒的样子，原本降下来的心跳又升了上去。
“呃……吃……吃……啊，糟了。”
“怎么了？！”
“昨天忘记买了。”

早晨的风吹拂着他们的脸颊，年轻的孩子坐在小区的椅子上咬着面包。
“我突然有些想念老大了。”Cesc说，他们现在都跟着Ramos一起，管Reyes叫老大，管Wenger老师叫老温。
“难道你不觉得这样也挺好吗？”Torres说。
“只要我们不要再忘记买早餐，不过你说Fernando，我们就把老大一个人扔在寝室好吗？”
“对门不是还有Villa么？你自己说的。”Torres一脸不爽。
“你干吗这副表情阿，Fernando，感觉好像老大欠了你钱一样。”Cesc咬了一口面包说，“待会儿我们干什么啊，打游戏好么？”
“去！超！市！”Torres一字一顿的说。

Torres知道自己是吃醋了，可是他怎么能不吃醋呢。Reyes对Cesc的心除了Cesc看不出来，已经是一个大家都心里有数的秘密了，Cesc在他面前提起他情敌的名字他哪能不出醋？
“Fernando，你原来喜欢吃甜的阿。”Cesc凑过来跟发现了新大陆一样叫道，Torres一看推车，他顺着架子拿了一堆糖。
“没……没有。”Torres又是一阵脸红。
“Fernando，你今天怪怪的，没什么吧？”Cesc奇怪的凑了过去。
“当然没什么。”Torres忙推着推车离开。

这样下去不行，Fernando Torres，他对自己说。曾经他交过不少女朋友，可除了初恋，没有一次像现在这样让他不安。我需要跟他说清楚，Torres想，如果不说清楚没准Cesc就会被Reyes追走了。
“想什么呢？”Cesc嚼着个口香糖走了过来，“我们玩游戏好了。”
要不，现在说了好了。
“Cesc？！”
“干什么？”
“我想……我想我……你是不是饿了？”
5分钟后在厨房忙乎中饭的Torres恨不得扇自己一个巴掌。后来他想，表白也要分地点的，浪漫一点总没有错吧。作为一个“情场高手”，Torres却没有发现他的水准和Reyes也差不多。
“晚上想去哪里玩么？”把海鲜饭递到Cesc手上，Torres有点心虚的问。
“看电影好不好？我听说XXX已经上映了。”Cesc兴高采烈的说道。
如果不算上上次送Cesc上医院的话，这的的确确是他们第一次约会，Torres想到这一点不由笑出了生来。

马德里的冬天有一点冷，作为加泰罗尼亚人的Cesc自然有点不大适应，把自己包裹成了一个球。Torres看着从帽子和围巾中露出来的一双大眼睛，突然觉得很想笑。
“老大也说过要陪我去看电影的。”Cesc说。
听到这两个字，Torres有点郁闷，“能不能不提他？！”
“为什么阿，Fernando，难道你和Jose闹别扭了？”Cesc一脸奇异的凑了上去。
“我就是不喜欢你提他！”
“可是，老大他是好人啊，Fernando，一定是你误解Jose了，下次我去跟他说说，如果是Jose做错了事我一定让他给你道歉。”
“我和他都喜欢你，难道你不知道吗？”
“你……你刚才说什么？Jose喜欢我？你……你也……喜欢我？”
Torres把心一横，“我喜欢你，Cesc，我爱你。”
“搞……搞什么啊。”一脸错愕的Cesc瞪着Torres的眼睛5秒之后，做的选择是：转身就跑。
看着Cesc的背影，Torres松开了在口袋里紧紧捏着的电影票，一阵无力袭来让他几乎无法呼吸。他想过许多Cesc可能的表现，可唯独没有想到他会吓得逃跑。即使是说句“你在开玩笑吧”也是好的阿，总比现在好。
马德里的风吹得Torres生冷，他第一次觉得这座城市的冬天如此寒冷。

回到家的时间他不知道了，只知道月光下他一步一步的挪回了家，心像要碎了一样，刚才他呕吐过，却什么也吐不出来。
早知道应该挑个浪漫的地方，好好的跟Cesc说那些话的，他想，至少还有点东西可以回忆。
走到房子门口的时候，一个熟悉的身影蜷缩在那里，看见Torres回来抬起了头来。
“你终于回来了，我没带钥匙。”Cesc说。
“对……对不起，我回来晚了。”Torres感觉他的心又像被拼了起来，至少现在还能做个朋友，能做朋友就够了。
他像做错了事一样低着头从Cesc身边走过，拿出钥匙正要开门。
“Fernando。”Cesc在他身后叫他。
他转过头来，正想说什么事，却什么也说不出来了，Cesc的唇贴了上来，他的唇简直烧了起来，惊讶的他甚至都没有闭上眼睛，他就看着Cesc的眼睛，正如Cesc看着他的。

Cesc Fabregas[4]

Cesc有点后悔当初答应Torres来住在他家了，当他们两个面对面的坐着吃晚饭的时候，这种感觉尤其强烈。现在不知为什么，他总是想躲着Torres，只要看见了Torres的脸马上不安的挪开视线，好像是做了什么亏心事似的。
可以和Torres在一起并没有什么不好的，可是老这么尴尬多么别扭阿。在学校的时候也没什么，偶尔两个人独处的时候也好好的，怎么现在两个人住自己总是觉得哪里不对劲呢？
要不先陪Torres过了圣诞节我就回去好了，老大那里也挺孤单的，正好也去陪陪他。咽下了美味的晚饭他是这么想的。
可是到了晚上聊天的时候他又改变了主意。
一直以来，Fernando Torres给他的感觉是天之骄子，从小幸福的就像个太阳。可当Torres皱着眉头说“他们离婚了，我妈一般住在马德里”的时候，他心脏的某一块仿佛是有人刺上了一刀似的，难受得要命。
事实上一开始进门的时候他就应该有发觉的，这里作为一个家来说，实在是太冷清了，或者说是冰冷。Fernando这么多年，一定都很难过吧。
偶尔善解人意的Cesc看着Torres低低垂着的头，觉得自己又重新了认识了一个Torres。
“时候晚了，我们该睡觉了。我带你去客房。”
“可是……我怕黑，又没带Nino，我不敢一个人睡。”
睡在Torres身边的时候，他突然觉得夜晚也能如此温暖，跟春天一样。这种温暖让他很快就进入了梦乡。他做了一个梦，梦见他和Torres在一个他不认识的山上，看远处的风景，那么宽广的天地间就只有他们两个人，可是Cesc觉得那就是足够了。

第二天醒来的时候，映入眼帘的是Torres表情奇怪的脸，突然间他有一种预感有什么要发生了。可他没有想到发生的居然是这样的事：Torres喜欢他。
关于爱情这种东西，Cesc只在电视里看过，在书里看过，在电影里看过。于是当它发生在了他的生活，他脑子里的第一想法居然是：跑。
他被吓坏了。
脑子里有个声音让他停下，可是他的脚仿佛不受控制一样带着他离Torres越来越远。他记得刚才Torres的眼神，真诚的，紧张的，又带着一些想把人融化似的炽烈。如果当时他没有离开，他甚至不知道自己该干些什么。
Fernando他爱我，Cesc突然想了起来，他说他爱我。
过去的一个学期的一幕幕在他眼前闪动了起来，他依旧记得他爬在Torres背上，月光洒下来，他心里那种甜蜜与紧张；他依旧记得很多次他看见Torres就会莫名变好了的心情，那些时不时的脸红，时不时的尴尬。
曾经无数次卡在他脑子里的话突然间清晰了起来，那个他一直不敢承认的字出现在了他的脑子里，他爱Torres，他爱他。

坐在Torres门前等他的时候，Cesc一直在回想这几个月发生的事，甜蜜的或者让人又好气又好笑的。小区的人经过的时候，就看见一个男孩坐在台阶上，对着月亮傻笑。
可是Torres还没有回来，Cesc看了看手表，两个指针都在向着12靠近，好冷，马德里晚上这么冷吗？下次要带着Fernando去巴塞罗那玩玩，那可比马德里强太多了。
半个小时过去了，Torres依旧没有出现。我……我不会把Fernando气跑了吧，Fernando你快回来啊，回来我让你玩巴塞罗那阿。
又半个小时过去了。Fernando，你快回来啊，我进不去家门，你快回来啊，我想你了。
Cesc把身体缩作一团，但是冷风还是刮得他发抖，迷迷糊糊的时候他终于听到了脚步声。他抬起头来看见一脸疲惫但是很惊喜的Torres。或许是他的错觉，仿佛有那么一刻，世界停止了转动，只剩下他们两个，对视着，仿佛是永远。
他本来想好见到Torres要说什么的，但是突然间全部忘光了，心脏跳得如此得快，他都快喘不上气来了。
“你终于回来了，我没带钥匙。”Cesc把这话说出口的时候真想扇自己一个巴掌，你是光荣的加泰罗尼亚人，这时候Cesc的西班牙荣誉感让他无地自容。看见Torres从他身边走过的时候，他终于下定了决心——早死晚死，反正不都是死吗？！
“Fernando。”他叫他，Torres的脸出现在他的面前，他想也没想就把唇贴了上去。路灯下他清楚地看见Torres的脸，听得到两个人的心跳声。突然Cesc脑子里钻出了一句很不合时宜的话：可是，接吻要怎么接呢？

关了灯，两个男孩面对面的躺在床上，黑暗的房间只能让他们看见对方的眼睛，晚上发生的事仿佛都不复存在。
两个人虽然都很疲惫，但是看上去心情都非常的好。
“晚安，我爱你，Cesc。”
“晚安，我爱你，Fernando。”
他深吸了一口气，甜蜜从心底蔓延出来，覆盖了他的身躯。做个好梦，Cesc，做个好梦，Fernando，他在心底说。
一觉醒来一定又是美好的一天。


Fernando Torres[4]

“明天，我们去约会吧。”男孩笑着说，原本圆圆的眼睛弯成了一道可爱的弧线，惹得Torres忍不住亲了他一下。
男孩脸红了，却用自言自语般的声音接着嘟囔，“光在家呆着，闷都闷死了。”
“好好好，明天我们去马德里吧。”

可是到了第二天，Torres又好气又好笑的看着在地铁上歪头睡觉的Cesc，心想这可是我们的第一次约会耶，居然敢睡觉。
“可是，”清醒后的Cesc一脸无辜，“昨天晚上光想着今天出来约会了，都没有睡好么。”看着他那副瞪大眼睛的无辜样子，Torres即时有满腔的怒火，也发不出来了。
“这是我第一次来马德里。”Cesc突然说。
“怎么会呢？！”Torres瞪大了眼睛。
“我爸老说，马德里有什么好玩的阿，度假什么的就全把我拉到马洛卡塞维利亚了，哪来马德里阿。”Cesc气的鼓囊囊的，“Fernando，你要当好我的导游哦。”
Torres捏了捏Cesc的脸颊，然后说，“既然你第一次来，我们就先从太阳门广场开始吧。”

圣诞的气息已经装点了马德里市，Cesc在厚厚的围巾后面吐着冷气，露出来的一双圆圆的眼睛盯着来往的车辆，一副很无聊的样子。
“我们巴塞罗那阿……”他无数次用起这个句型。
直到到了西班牙王宫，Cesc同学终于消停了，转悠着圆溜溜的眼睛，面对西班牙瑰丽的珍宝吃惊的长大嘴巴。
“马德里也没那么差的嘛。”Cesc从西班牙王宫出来无比兴奋的说，陪着Cesc来的Torres对于这些地方已经熟的不能再熟了，看着小孩子一般开心的Cesc，忽然忘记了自己曾经赌气说再也不来这些地方了。
傍晚来临的时候，两个男孩坐在了西班牙广场的长椅上，¬¬一边喝着可乐一边看着日落。
“Fernando。”
“嗯。”
“快圣诞节了吧？”
“嗯，后天就是了阿。”
“我们……我们买棵圣诞树回去好不好？”

家里摆了棵圣诞树就是感觉热闹了一些，看着Cesc往上面绑彩球，Torres突然觉得有一阵无比的感动。
很久没有看见家里摆圣诞树了，曾经爸爸在的时候，圣诞节是家里最开心的节日，真的很久很久没有好好过一个圣诞了呢。
“喂，Fernando，你这个偷懒的家伙，你帮我一起绑阿。”Cesc抬眼看见正在发呆的Torres，叫唤道。
Torres立马回过神来，微笑着帮起他的忙来。远远的仿佛飘来了圣诞音乐，Torres突然觉得这一幕格外的温馨起来，突然间他仿佛想起了10年后，是否他和Cesc还会这么温馨的在一起准备圣诞节呢？
几乎同时间想起的电话铃声打断了他们之间的平静，Cesc拿起手机冲到一边接电话了，他则拿起了听筒。
“Fernando阿，”妈妈的声音有点陌生，“妈妈圣诞节要去纽约参加公司的Party，不回去了，你一个人好好过阿。”
“嗯，我知道了，再见妈妈。”
放下话筒，冲着圣诞树，他不由开始发呆。圣诞树不大，却绑满了彩球，有些枝条上甚至挂了三四个，一想到刚才发狠似的往上面绑彩球的Cesc他不由的想要笑出声来。
“嗯，Fernando。”接完电话的Cesc一脸抱歉的出现在他的面前，“我爸妈现在在法国，让我做明天的飞机和他们一起去过圣诞节。”
怔怔的，Torres张了张口，却什么也说不出来。
“我说我要和你一起过节，他们就是不让。”Cesc脸都垂的快到了地面了。
“明天……什么时候走？”
“一大早吧。”
“哦。”

Torres一整个晚上都在床上翻来覆去的打滚，可到了凌晨，却又陷入了梦乡，一觉起来的时候，床的另一边已经空了。
他们终究全部都离他而去，孤独突然在他的心中扩散，然后眼泪突然就不受控制的流了下来。客厅里依旧摆着那棵圣诞树，昨天晚上Cesc把全部彩球都绑上去了，他死都不承认自己买多了彩球。
他甚至给Cesc买好了圣诞礼物，限量版的PS2手柄，上面还有巴塞罗那的标志，他记得有次看杂志Cesc对着那个手柄大呼小叫的。他本来还想看看Cesc收到礼物惊喜的样子，可是都没有了。
都没有了，全部都离他而去了。
他没有想过圣诞礼物，没有想过圣诞祝福，只是想要一个人陪他过圣诞节，难道这个愿望都没发实现么？

也不知道过了多久，门铃突然响了起来。Torres有点奇怪，不知道谁会来，他站起来，打开门，发现Cesc正站在门口呵着气，抱怨的嘟囔着，“外面这么冷，你居然这么慢开门。”
也不知道从什么时候开始，外面已经下起雪来，整个世界成了一片白色。
“欧洲大雪，飞机都晚点了，我爸妈就放过我了。”他耸了耸肩膀说，突然觉得一个温暖的东西扑了过来，带着Torres的气息和心跳，把他扑倒在雪地里。
“喂，Fernando，你干嘛？”
下一步，Torres的唇就压在了Cesc的唇上。
“我爱你，不许你再这么丢下我了。”

圣诞节的钟声响起，男孩们交换了他们的礼物。
一款马竞手表映入Torres的眼帘，不过就是买圣诞树的时候多看了几眼，Cesc居然记得。
“啊啊啊，谢谢你，Fernando，我盼这个手柄盼了好久了，我爱你~~圣诞快乐。”
“圣诞快乐。”Torres笑着摸了摸Cesc毛绒绒的脑袋。
圣诞快乐，恋爱中的男孩们，愿你们永远幸福。


David Villa[1]

到底是怎么会喜欢上这个又迷糊又呆呆的Jose Reyes的呢？David Villa也一直在想这个问题。时光回溯到那次壮烈的年纪学生会竞选，他和Reyes是竞争对手，可是听着Reyes站在讲台，抑扬顿挫的做着他的讲演，Villa第一次觉得他的心底有什么动了一下。
他在中学可是呼风唤雨的角色，可是在Jose Reyes手里，他第一次输得这么的惨。但那个时候他没有觉得遗憾，他觉得这个Jose Reyes本来就应该在自己之上的，直到后来他听说原来那篇精彩跌宕的演讲稿是出自Fernando Torres之手时，他才郁闷的半天没有吃下饭，可是那已经是自己做副会长半个月了。
半个月，Jose Reyes甚至连安排个工作都不会，学生会开个会都是他这个副会长拿主意，问起“会长你怎么看？”，Reyes就只会说一句，“好，就这么做。”接着他们就都意识到自己被竞选时那个干练的Reyes骗了。
让他做学生会会长唯一的好处就是，从来不用吩咐其他人干事——会长已经自己全包了，包括运动会送水这样的活。Villa有的时候看着“老黄牛”任劳任怨的同时，不由感叹一下时代变了。
这年头，居然全学生会的人吆喝着学生会会长干这干那。Villa往桌边一坐，看着会长跑去发通知去了。

David Villa和Jose Reyes不同，Reyes那家伙扔在人堆里，绝对不会显得特别。可是Villa不同，来这所学校前，他就是学校里的风云人物，情书收在一起可以用纸箱装的。
也不知道为什么，来这所学校之后，他居然会乖乖的呆在某人身后做二号人物。有的时候，晚上躺在床上看着天花板，他也会想自己真得不太像自己了呢。
过了一阵和家里讲电话，妈妈特高兴的说，David你真是长大了呀。他琢磨了半天，也不知道妈妈为什么突如其来讲这句话。
有那么一阵，他们学生会里的老黄牛没精神过一阵子，连Villa都能发现，某人的目光一直追随着某只名叫Cesc Fabregas的人。过后他追问几句，会长本来就不怎么聪明，这下还总是露出一种更呆的表情，还特纠结的一口一个“小松鼠”。
可是也不知道为什么，每次Reyes这么叫那个人的时候，他左胸的位置有一种难以言喻的酸痛。
让Villa更怨念的是，那个家伙还三天两头跑来跟他说一些琐碎杂事，事关今天Cesc跟他说了什么，做了什么，而且最后还一定会绕到同一个话题。
“David，那个，你说Cesc，他有没有一点喜欢我？”
）———*（%*—￥……￥
Villa几欲吐血，也不知道该说什么好。照实说也不好，不照实说呢，又觉得不厚道。
上次也让他去表白了，谁知道结果居然是Cesc那家伙骨折了。这可是天降的好机会阿，可是Reyes那家伙好像真是感情白痴一个，这件事，居然促进了Cesc和那个Fernando Torres的感情了。
David Villa居然如此见证了他身边的三角恋情，简直比肥皂剧还肥皂剧！可是，说不出来为什么，明明他和那个Jose Reyes，只不过是学生会主席和副主席的关系，关系算好也没有好到交心好友的关系。可为什么，却又总是放心不下Jose他的事呢？
所以遇到感情这回事，再天才的爱情专家，也总是料理不好自己的事。

在那段Cesc和Torres感情激增的时候，Reyes花了很多时间呆在学生会，目光呆滞唉声叹气，弄得原本因为他阳光无比的学生会，像是被乌云笼罩了一般。
学生会其他人员排排坐，终于还是敲定了由他Villa开导开导会长。问题是，Villa从没有失恋过，甚至也没有恋爱过。他的恋爱经验大多来自于妈妈餐桌上传授的肥皂剧剧情。而且那个Reyes，不止任劳任怨像个老黄牛，而且脾气也倔得像个老黄牛。用“天涯何处无芳草”开导他吧，他会固执地强调某人不是芳草是小松鼠。用爱情是天注定，无法强求的开导吧，他会跟你说上半天人定胜天的道理。
好啊，Villa怨念地想，既然你这么有道理，你为什么不找他说明白，还在这里颓废呢？！
其实他也不知道，明明是别人的爱情，他这么生气犯个什么劲儿。看着失恋某人一天天“衣带渐宽”，学生会的阴云从会长室一同蔓延到了副会长室。
早在不知不觉间，光屁股的小天使就对他射了一箭，可这么久以后，Villa才发现他对Reyes的关心比别人多一些。
到底是怎样喜欢这个Reyes的呢？Villa突然觉得那也不那么重要，反正都已经栽了，难道还一定要想清楚怎么栽的吗？
自诩爱情专家的Villa缓缓地叹了一口气，开始思考表白的问题。


David Villa[2]

有一件事Villa死活都想不通，那就是他这么英俊潇洒玉树临风活泼可爱聪明过人，还特地弄了如此浪漫的一个表白活动，为什么换来的还是Reyes的拒绝呢？
某傻瓜捏完了自己的脸，然后特郑重地说，“对不起啊David，我喜欢Cesc，我不能出轨。”
Villa听了这话，恨不得把Reyes抓过来狠狠打一通。
拜托人家Cesc根本不喜欢你你们也不曾在一起你谈什么出轨阿你那位小松鼠都已经跟情圣私奔了你还为他保持名节吗？
以上为Villa当时的想法，所以乖孩子Villa，并没有他表面的那么纯洁，咳，这是后话。

既然表白不成功，Villa第二天就开始执行他的B计划，那就是——缠着他。问题是，作为天性散漫的瓦伦西亚人，让他每天早上和某黄牛一起7点起床去晨跑去吃早餐，那简直等同于杀了他。三天后他就再也支撑不下去，全天的纠缠计划缩短到了半天。
可是好景不长，明明回了家的Ramos，不知为何提早跑了回来，脸色阴得就跟伦敦冬天一样，脾气坏得跟澳大利亚春天似的。两个失恋的人遇到一起，那简直就是相见恨晚，两人一聊就是半天，还有他什么事？
于是他的B计划也宣告失败。
当Villa正在感叹他的初恋难道就要这样灰飞烟灭的时候，事情出现了转机，转机就是——开学了。
开学了，其实这并没有什么好处，他们又不在同一班又不在同一寝室，整天呆在一起时的时间不过就是在学生会的那会儿而已。可是，开学前一天，Reyes恋恋不忘的小松鼠，是和Torres拉着手走进来的，光看那表情就可以嗅出沉浸爱河的味道。
那时候Villa也在场，他看见Reyes的脸当场就青了。Cesc还特别单纯的拉着Torres跑了过来，一脸关切的说，“Jose，你生病了吗？怎么脸色这么不好，还发青呢？”
“你……你们……”Reyes声音颤抖的说。
“我和Fernando……”小松鼠脸涨得通红，扭扭捏捏不好意思说下去。
“我们在一起了。”情场高手搭话了，接着还拽过Cesc来在他脸上“啵”了一下。
Villa转头看见两个失恋的人都低下头去，忍不住笑出了声，这个奇妙的寝室，两个人沉醉爱河，两个人悲叹失恋，这日子可不好过呢。

这回Reyes真是对Cesc死了心，这么好的机会，Villa怎么会错过？于是每当Reyes准备叹气的时候，Villa总会很准时地出现身边。后果就是每次Reyes准备叹气时都会抬头寻找另一个人的身影。
那段时间Cesc和Torres真是全校风云人物，走路手拉手，去哪都跟连体婴一样，往哪一坐哪都弥漫了爱情的气息。全校女生的白马王子和全校女生的小乖乖走到了一起，虽然让人很伤心，但是最后大家统一了意见，得到了一个字——“萌”！
Reyes很是伤感的看着他曾经最爱的人，对又出现在身边的人说，“David，你说爱情真是这么好的东西吗？”
Villa狠狠地盯着他，已经被他能说出这么忧郁伤感的话给吓呆了。
“David，”Reyes接着感叹，“你为什么老对我这么好呢？难道爱情真这么美好，我怎么没有感觉到呢？”
Villa忍不住拍拍他的头，努力用自己最矫情的语调说，“给我一次机会，我也可以让你感觉到幸福。”
Reyes转过头来，很是认真的看着Villa，然后很是认真的说，“可我真的不知道会不会爱上你呢。”
“没关系，”Villa努力地露出很认真的模样，“你不是说吗？人定胜天，Impossible is nothing！”
“David，那是阿迪达斯的广告词，不是我说的。”Reyes更加认真地说。
Villa这下终于忍不住了，笑声爆发了出来。
“David！！”Reyes看着笑得眼泪都出来了的Villa，有点愤怒，“你一定是逗我玩的是不是？亏我还想答应你呢！”
Villa立马不笑了，脸上的表情变成了不可置信状的惊喜，然后说，“我没有逗你玩！我笑只是因为你认真想事的样子很好笑啊！你千万别再想了，直接答应吧！”
“那我就给你一次机会。”Reyes点了点头，然后又像突然想起了什么，“你说什么？什么叫我认真想事的样子很好笑……David Villa，你怎么可以鄙视我？！”

Torres看见了邻桌的邻桌发生的这样一幕，很想拍拍Villa的肩膀，可是Cesc正靠在他的肩上睡得无比香甜。于是他只能在内心感叹一句：革命尚未成功，同志还需努力！
恋爱中的男孩们，每个人都应该拥有自己的幸福。


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Avalan @ 2007-04-15 13:10


TITLE : Footballers First 3
AUTHOR : The Phenom 3
PAIRING : Cesc Fabregas / Robin Van Persie
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : This story is just a fantasy and doesn't have any reflection on the true sexual orientation of any of these footballers.

 

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Francesc Fabregas had been at Arsenal for nearly a year and the 17-year-old was really enjoying his life in North London. Today he was at Highbury as part of a photo shoot for Arsenal's fanzine with Robin Van Persie. Robin was another young gunner brought in by Arsene Wanker from Feeyenoord. Robin on the field was known for having a bit of a short fuse but off it he was quite a nice guy. Cesc was quite good friends with Robin but normally they hardly spoke. Cesc thought that had to end for more than one reason.

Once they had finished up at Highbury taking photos (one was a shirtless back to back photo, I mean PHAWWW!!!) Cesc decided he would talk to Robin properly so he approached him.

"Hey Robin, what re you doing later today?"

"Nothing much. I mean I was gonna do some extra training here but I feel a bit tired so I'll just go home, plus it's boring training by myself."

"Well do you want me to come over and train with you then I mean I have nothing else to do today either."

"Okay. And then after that we'll hit the town and pull right haven't had some pussy in a while."

Cesc's heart sank. He was just starting to think that maybe Robin was but he wasn't.

They left for Robin's house which he was slowly settling into. The place wasn't the cleanest.

"Sorry about the mess, you know training and well, life¡K"

"Yeah."

Cesc was quite shocked clothes everywhere, papers, newspaper cuttings and some porno dvds. Cesc was quite surprised.

"You wanna watch this later. It has Madonna and the wax I mean it not the best porno ever but it should get your little dick up."

"What!"

"I doesn't matter if you got a small cock."

Cesc had an idea.

"You think my cock is small well come on then, show me huge meat pole and if it is I'll knell down on the floor and suck the thing.

"No way that's fucking disgusting."

"Ah, Robin's all scared because he has got such a tiny little wiener."

As Cesc goaded Robin he knew that he was getting Robin a little angry and maybe using a bit of reverse psychology Robin would give in and show Cesc his dick full on.

"Come on you big girl, afraid my cock's gonna be too big for your mouth."

"That's it you Spanish punk. Get ready to taste some Dutch meat you little queer."

Robin went to into the kitchen and started to rummage through one of the draws until he found his tape measure.

"Okay its simple biggest flaccid dick wins, and the forfeit for the loser is they have to give head. Start licking your lips Fray."

They moved into the bedroom. Robin swept all of his clothes off the bed. Then picked up a marker from his bedside table.

"Come on then Fray, let's get this over with my balls are starting to get itchy."

This turned Cesc on a little. He hopped on the bed and then knelt down. He reached and pulled down the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. He then reached down again and pulled he boxers down to his knees. Robin was shocked this was going to be much closer than he first thought. For Cesc this was a win, win situation. If he lost he got to blow Robin and if he won Robin would blow him. Robin held Cesc's flaccid in his hand whilst he moved the tape measure into position. Cesc couldn't believe it his cock was being touched by another very hot man. Robin pressed deep into Cesc's pubes to touch his pelvic bone as you are supposed to do when measuring a penis and rolled the tape measure to the top. Robin made the mark with his pen,

"Look completely fair, 7 inches, Shit"

"What's wrong."

"Oh, nothing, just a bit¡K"

"Worried"

"Of course not. I was thinking about dinner tonight. I would offer you some but one, I have no food here, and two, eye contact between us I'm sure will be minimal after this."

"Just hurry up, my cock's waiting."

And for sure there it was to Robin's surprise nearly fully erect and looking huge. Cesc put the tape measure by Robin's cock,

"Shit, NO!!"

"What! Ha Ha Ha. 7.3 inches. Wait let me just¡K"

He pulled out his cock and started to wank it until it became hard.

"Come on now Fray down on your knew I need a bit of relief you know what I am saying."

Acting reluctant Cesc got down to his knees and was now face to face with Robin's slightly larger penis. He could smell Robin's sweaty pubes from where he was and just decided to go for it. He swallowed the boner and started to roll up and down it. Robin was feeling the pleasure, "Oooohhhhhh, Cesc" as he reached down to Cesc's head. Robin placed both hands on the back of Cesc's head and started to force all of his cock into his mouth. Robin overcum with pleasure started to add his hips to the action. As Robin started to pump harder and harder with his member into Cesc's mouth his balls slapped against Cesc's chin slightly throwing him off but he was still giving a magnificent blowjob.

"Shit, Oh ShitDamnFuckinhell I'm cumming"

It was much too late for Cesc to react if he had wanted to and the swollen cock started shooting cum all over the inside of Cesc's mouth. He thought it tasted excellent but the slight saltiness caught him a little off guard. He wanted to swallow but he thought Robin would find it too disgusting so he spat it out onto a tissue from his beside table.

"Fray, you don't know how good that was, we have got to do that again some time."

"Only if I get something in return."

"What."

"What do you think. I want head from you dumbass."

"No chance."

"Well fine then."

"You want a hot drink."

"Well I just had one but yeah I could go for a hot chocolate."

"Okay well, just go into the front and put on the TV we'll go out for some training when I've recovered."

Cesc went into the front room and sat down on the sofa. Robin had a 42" plasma screen TV with a video cabinet underneath it.

"Kettles just boiling how many sugars?" Robin called from the kitchen.

"Two please mate."

Cesc moved across to the room and opened up the video cabinet. It was packed with lots of videos. Die-Hard, James Bond and many other famous films were in there. On the right there was the porn section. Cesc looked at the titles and started to pull them out. As he went deeper he suddenly realised there was two men on the cover of this one, and the next one and the one after that.

"What are you doing?" Screamed Robin from the doorway with the two hot drinks in his hands.

"I was just looking at your videos."

"Well, you had no fucking right get the fuck out of my house you deceitful little prick."

"I'm sorry, please, I never meant to make you angry, I'll do anything to stay friends."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Bend over"

"What?"

"I said bend over and pull down your trousers." Robin said with impatience.

Cesc got onto his knees and bent over and pulled down his tracksuit bottoms. Robin put the drinks down and proceeded with his warm hands towards Cesc's ass. He pulled down his trousers and then admired the view. Then without warning he ploughed straight into Cesc's ass all in one go.

"Fuck hell, Ouch. Please slow down it fucking hurts I'm sorry, just don't hurt me."

Robin decided to have some mercy. He stopped and soothingly rubbed Cesc's back.

"Look, I don't mind you fucking me, hell I want you to fuck me but please just say we can stay friends."

"Of course we can but I still have to punish you."

"Punish away."

Robin grabbed Cesc's hand and started to slowly move himself in and out of Cesc's ass. Starting slower made it feel so much better to Cesc who loved the feeling of Robin's cock inside him. Each time Robin moved forward he tickled Cesc's ass with his pubes which made Cesc laugh but now he wanted more.

"Come on Robin you big girl fuck me, I can't feel you back there."

Robin slowly accelerated as Cesc screamed louder "Fuck me harder you Dutch poof." Robin didn't mind these nationalist comments as long as he meant them as a joke. Robin pounded Cesc's ass harder and harder. He had finally got the man he loved. Robin's right hand had now left Cesc's hand and was now with his left had roaming all of Cesc's smooth, sexy, Spanish body. Cesc was feeling every move Robin made as Robin got closer and closer. Until he had his second orgasm. His stopped pumping as he shot he load up Cesc's ass. He stopped completely spent then pulled himself out of Cesc and collapsed to the ground. Cesc lay down next to him and kissed Robin on the lips. Robin got up and moved down Cesc's body taking his cock into his mouth. Cesc's 7 inches were fully erect and went deep into Robin's mouth. Cesc's sweaty body was a really good feeling in Robin's hands. He came off Cesc's cock and started licking his slightly hairy thighs. Robin was deep in the mood and put Cesc's cock back deep into his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as he ran his tongue along Cesc's shaft. Cesc felt warm all over and was sweating buckets. As he was reaching his climax he yelled to Robin,

"I'm cumming"

Robin just continued until Cesc's cum flooded his mouth. He tried to swallow every drop making sure that none of Cesc's love juice were to leave his mouth. He came off Cesc's cock and moved up to his head where he kissed him and hugged him squeezing their sexy youthful bodies together.


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Avalan stevie/xabi @ 2007-04-15 13:02

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Title : The First Time
Rating : NC-17
Summary : The first time they confessed, under the bright lights of Istanbul
Warnings : Graphic details of their first time together and I won't want to say smut. I just want to say it's love.
Disclaimer : Please do not believe this one bit!
Feedbacks : Are much appreciated.

Liverpool didn't win, managed only a frustrating draw, so I guess to cheer everybody up, I'll post this fic, which was originally intended for a footie fic challenge, but I just couldn't do a proper ending. So I'll post it here instead. Mistakes are all mine and aplogies if this is just blah!



The First Time

Xabi’s eyes felt heavy and his head was throbbing madly. He squeezed his eyes shut as soon as he had opened it and groaned softly, rubbing his temples slightly and pressed his head harder against the pillows.

Where am I? What the fuck did I do?

And then it struck him.

Stevie.

They were having a post match party after their well deserved victory against Milan in the finals and were returning to their room when in the state of his semi drunkenness, had confessed his feelings to him. He remembered pinning Stevie to the wall and kissing him full on the lips.

“Why do I have to fall in love with you Stevie…I’m sorry…I’m sorry I kissed you in front of the whole world…”

He had muttered those words against his lips and clearly remembered Stevie responding by urgently kissing him back, hands furiously roaming each other’s body. But it ended just as soon as it had started. Confusion were clearly etched on Stevie’s face when he abruptly pulled back, pushing his body off him.

“But we… can’t do this…I know…”

The last thing that Xabi remembered was him stumbling into his room, before passing out on his own bed. He turned to look and Stevie was not there. His bed was empty. He was alone. Where could he be? Xabi groaned inwardly as the memories from earlier that evening came rushing back, sending nerve wrecking worries through his body.

Stevie.

He thought that the best way was just to apologize and tell him that everything that had happened was just a stupid, drunken mistake on his part. But before he had time to gather his thoughts, the knock on his door startled him. With a heavy head, Xabi walked groggily towards his door but as soon as he saw the person who was standing there, his heart practically stopped and a small gasp escaped his lips.

Stevie.

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“I love you too.”

The words that greeted him struck like a thousand lightening ever could. Stevie was standing there at the entrance of their room, confessing his feelings for him and all Xabi could do was to stand there rooted, too stunned to even mutter a single word.

He had been acting all weird and nervous whenever he and Stevie were left alone together and he had tried to figure out all the possible causes as to why that were so. And when he had finally figured out the reason, he knew that he could never act on it. The easiest way would be just to hide his feelings, because no one ever needs to know, especially him. And not even the world crumbling down around him would make him admit his feelings to his captain. But things were always easier said than done.

And it is not made any easier after hearing those words left his mouth, as if it was the most natural thing to say.

“Stevie…you…you don’t…you’re just confused as I am…what I said earlier tonight…I didn’t mean it, I was drunk…”

But Stevie was not about to be fooled by his weak explanation. Xabi could hardly move, not even an inch, when Stevie stepped further forward and rested his hand on Xabi’s that was still firmly planted on the door handle. His touch sent shockwaves down his spine and all he could do was to stare into Stevie’s eyes that were gazing at him, the intensity boring holes through his soul.

“Why do you lie to me Xabi?”

Without waiting for his answer, Stevie pushed him into their room and closed the door firmly behind him. He then turned to face Xabi, who had a startled look on his face. Xabi tried hard to fathom and grasp the knowledge that Stevie, the one person that could cause him such agony and torment, had just professed the three words that could ultimately changed the course of his live forever.

“Xabi, why can’t you just tell me what I really want to hear?”

Xabi was rendered speechless and as he tried to calm his racing heart and grapple for words, Stevie took the opportunity to continue his arguments.

“I meant what I said earlier, Xabi…every single word of it…”

Stevie walked slowly towards him and Xabi backed away with each and every step, until he hit the wall behind him and Stevie placed both his hands on either side of the wall, blocking him with nowhere to go.

“Xabi…tell me…”

Xabi knew that there could be no turning back now. He was battling against his own demons, telling his head and heart that loving him was wrong because he belonged to someone else, because he was his friend, his very male friend and to harbour any feelings for him at all was simply a huge mistake.

But no one can dictate or predict love and that’s when Xabi realized that if he were never to tell him how he felt, he’d never know how his life would be without holding him close in his arms, without telling him how much his life had changed ever since he’s met him. He meant the world to him and now he was actually giving him a chance at loving him. How could he resist this? And by that point, he was determined to win him over, not wanting to let the opportunity slip through his hands.

“What…what do you want me to tell you Stevie…?”

Xabi finally asked, his voice low, barely above a whisper. He watched his face for any kind of expression or emotion. And what he saw was undoubtedly what he wanted and needed to see. Love.

“I want you…to tell me again, what you had said earlier…I need to hear it again.”

Stevie’s lips were now almost on Xabi’s, grazing and hovering lightly, driving his insides crazy. He’d never imagined that he’d be in a position like this with him, bodies pressed up close together, making his breath hitched. But when Stevie took it another notch higher, by pressing his lips tentatively at the corner of his mouth, Xabi let out a small sigh, surrendering to the intoxicating atmosphere that he had created.

“Tell me…”

Stevie’s right hand was now gently grazing Xabi’s right cheek and his eyes fluttered close to his touch, leaning towards him, making his nervous system completely shut down. All coherent thoughts tossed aside, Xabi then tried to say the words that Stevie had longed to hear, just as badly as Xabi had wanted to say it from the very first time he had felt those feelings within his heart.

“I’m sorry I feel this way Stevie…I just can’t do this anymore...”

“What Xabi…what can’t you do anymore?”

Xabi opened his eyes and studied Stevie’s confused face carefully, the creases on his forehead evident, his eyes narrowed, trying his best to read his friend’s mind. And after a few moments of unnerving silence, Xabi drew out a long breath before he leaned in closer to whisper softly against his lips.

“I can’t be around you without…without wanting to do this…”

Xabi cupped Stevie’s face in both his hands and pressed his lips on his, softly at first, letting his lips move slowly on his, just licking the outsides but when Stevie sighed, he slid his tongue in to caress his insides, slowly stroking and exploring, making his insides melt. A low groan escaped his lips when Xabi took the initiative to bite down gently on his bottom lip. And as Xabi darted his tongue to trace the soft lips, Stevie can’t help but sigh contently.

Unlike the heated, drunken kiss that they had shared earlier, this was more languid and slow, almost innocent, as both took their time to really learn and explore each other for the first time. And when they stopped to take a small breather, Xabi leaned his forehead against his, breathing raggedly, before whispering his name breathlessly.

“Stevie, I…I love you…”

And that’s when Stevie kissed him back, his tongue thrusting and caressing urgently into the hot caverns of his mouth. He traced every crevice and sucked his tongue at the same time, which made Xabi’s knees to buckle in response.

“Stevie…” he said breathlessly as Stevie was now delicately tracing his lips and tongue along his ear, biting the lobe gently, nipping and teasing, before muttering in a low voice, “I want you…”

Xabi’s breathing hitched, hearing Stevie like that and he let out a low moan when his lips continued to roam along his jaw line. Stevie then proceeded to slid lower, tasting the hot skin, tracing his tongue along the curve of his neck. Xabi gasped when he felt teeth grazing the hollow on his throat and when Stevie bites, his head tilted back further, with a breathless cry escaping his lips. Stevie smoothed the reddened area with his tongue before whispering immortal words in his ear that will forever be etched in Xabi’s memory.

“Make love to me Xabi…”

Xabi shuddered as he looked into Stevie’s heavy lidded eyes, full of fiery passion for him. Slowly but surely, Xabi then took off his shirt, letting the clothing slid of his shoulders before watching Stevie do the same. After the last piece was removed from their bodies, both of them stood in front of the other, furiously blushing at the fact that they were about to do this for the very first time.

“Stevie…are you sure…because…”

Xabi was cut off with a finger on his lips, silencing him altogether when his mouth descended on his.

“I want this…” he said as he led Xabi towards the queen size bed, and as his knees hit the edge of the bed, he pulled him down on top of him. Xabi took the time to gaze down at Stevie’s naked body, which was now sprawled gloriously before him. He bent down to flick a tongue on his exposed throat, giving him a long lick downwards and Stevie arched his neck to give Xabi more access.

“I’ve dreamt about this,” he muttered against his hot skin. He then lowered his lips to his naked chest, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck at it gently. A sharp intake of breath escaped Stevie’s lips as Xabi continued to suck on the hardening nub. Giving the other begging nipple the same treatment, Xabi continued his ministrations, which made Stevie writhe, hands gripping tightly on the sheets.

“Ohh…” he gasped as Xabi trailed lower, his lips now on a dangerous and alluring path down his flat belly, right to where he really wanted it to be. His hands had wandered dangerously low, creeping further downward and when he grasped his thigh apart, Stevie can’t help but arched up against him. His actions made his hardening member brushed against Xabi’s belly and Stevie let out a strangled moan.

“Tell me Stevie…do you want this, because…I want you…”

“Fuck…I want…I want this…” he panted mindlessly, and when Xabi’s hand closed around his manhood, Stevie arched up desperately, wanting to feel more, needing to feel more. But Xabi let go as soon as he had started it and Stevie cried out, disappointed to lose that touch that he had built up inside of him.

“Pl…please Xabi…don’t stop…”

The desperation in his voice was what Xabi needed to hear. He needed to know that Stevie really wanted this and hearing him moan and pant helplessly underneath him was proof enough that he was ready for this. For him.

He then gripped his leg with one hand and lowered his face to one inner thigh, nipping and licking it almost too lightly, making Stevie arched up in an instant. His hand stroked the opposite thigh, with feather light touches and that was driving Stevie insane. He’d never felt so damn hard in his life before and Xabi was doing exactly that, drugging his senses to the very limit. Xabi continued to tease him, feasting on his delicious thighs, licking and teasing, which made him moan out loud, all the while ignoring and avoiding Stevie’s most sensitive area.

“Xabi…”

Stevie was pleading and begging now, his self control crumbling with every delayed minute. Droplets of sweat were now forming on his temples and his flushed face was so beautiful that Xabi didn’t have the heart to continue with his torment on him.


Xabi slowly took the head of Stevie’s hardness into his mouth. Stevie cried out as his length was slowly engulfed by the wet heat and he bucked wildly until Xabi slid his hands along the raised hipbones, holding him down firmly. Eyes squeezed shut, Stevie’s hands buried themselves in Xabi’s dark hair. As he took the twitching member deeper into his mouth, the moans of his captain grew louder and more incoherent, as Xabi stroked and sucked him forcefully with his tongue, running it along the underside of his length while he caressed his sack with his free hand. Stevie whimpered, throwing his head back as he shuddered from the intense heat around him.

“Nnh…ahh Xabi, I’m so…ohh…”

Incoherent words were said, unable to contain the pleasure that was building up inside of him. He was close, so so close.

And then Xabi stopped. He looked at the sight of Stevie, helpless underneath him, and never in his wildest dreams, would he picture Stevie and him in a situation like this. Stevie stared back with confused eyes, slightly annoyed that Xabi had stopped and now was desperate for him to move this along. But before he had time to protest, Xabi leaned in to capture his lips, while his hand slid down and circled his throbbing length in his hands, slowly stroking and tugging at it, making him gasp into his mouth. Stevie moaned as he stroked harder and faster, cupping and teasing at the same time, the tip leaking with his pre cum and Xabi took the opportunity to moistened his fingers with them. As he ran a finger along the slit, Stevie bucked his hip forward and tossed his head against the pillows, loving the sensation of Xabi’s fingers on his hardness.

“Are you ready Stevie,” Xabi growled low in his throat, and he eased a finger inside his tightness and Stevie gasped in pain as he entered him and Xabi instantaneously pulled back, seeing his reaction, worried that he might had hurt him.

“I’m sorry…” he breathed against hs neck and pressed his lips against his hot skin, tyring his best to soothe his frenzied nerve.

“No…don’t, I’m ready Xabi…take me,” he answered somewhat weakly, his eyes still squeezed shut and Xabi coaxed him to open his eyes.

“Stevie…look at me…we don’t have to if you don’t want to Stevie.”

Stevie opened his eyes and looked at him, and let out a reassuring smile and then lifted his head to kiss him lightly. “No…I want it, please…I’m okay,” he whispered into his mouth and Xabi kissed his eyes and muttered against his lips, “Just relax Stevie…” and he kissed him long and hard, before positioning his fingers again into his entrance. Then he plunged the digit slowly, entering him and then when he moved in another and moved his fingers carefully around him, Stevie gasped and arched his body up and Xabi knew he’d found his sweet spot.

“Fuck…Xabi!” he cried over and over as he continued to withdrew and thrust his fingers inside him, driving him almost mindless. His other hand had wandered to grasp his hardness again, squeezing and stroking, until Stevie began to thrust willingly into his hands.

“Please, take me…fuck me,” he moaned as he desperately tried to gain more contact with Xabi’s stroking hand. “Please Xabi…now!” he panted heavily, his eyes boring down Xabi’s and tried desperately to voice his aching need.

“Stevie…” he breathed as Xabi himself was not able to hold back any longer. He slammed his own throbbing member inside him in one swift movement, sheathing him fully as Stevie screamed out his name in pure ecstascy and bliss. He gripped his hips harder and thrust into him again and again, hitting his sensitive spot forcefully and his captain continued to scream incoherent words. Xabi muffled his moans and gasps by lowering his head to bite on Stevie’s shoulders, hard enough to leave marks, claiming him as he continued with his thrust, hard and merciless, driving Stevie almost insane with pleasure.

“Oh god…fuck!” Stevie moaned, his back arching far of the bed, his knuckles white from clutching at his sheets tightly. As the muscles clenched around him, the pressure was pushing him to the brink of his climax as Xabi continued to palm and stroke his member relentlessly, making Stevie writhe and buck wildly under his touch.

“Come for me Stevie…” and Stevie whimpered as he could not take it any more. With a long, loud cry, he came and jerked his hips up against Xabi, arching his body almost like a bow, his head tossed back hard against the pillows. Xabi bit down hard on Stevie’s shoulder to muffle his own moans as he too came forcefully inside him.

After coming down from the high, both Stevie and Xabi were panting and sweating heavily, as they held on to each other. And after a few moments of sweet silence, Xabi spoke first.

“Are you OK?” he asked against his temple, kissing him lightly there and Stevie sighs contentedly.

“Uhuh…” was all that he managed and he let his arm drift around Xabi’s waist to pull him closer towards him.

“I love you…nothing else really matters Xabi…” he muttered against his neck, nuzzling it at the same time.

“You do realize that our lives will bever be the same again Stevie…”

He let himself up to look at his friend, but instead of replying, Stevie rolled them around until he was on top of him. Looking at the Spaniard who had somehow managed to captivate his heart, he dipped his head to kiss his forehead and then proceeded to trail feather light kisses down to his eyes and his nose. He then stopped to look at him briefly and before Xabi could speak, he captured his lips again in another passionate kiss. He then slid his mouth further to his exposed neck, kissing and biting there, leaving more marks, marks to let the whole world know that he belonged to him.

Tonight, now and forever.

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Avalan @ 2007-04-15 12:57


TITLE : New Beginnings
AUTHOR : Crazy Horse
EMAIL : tomrowell4@hotmail.com
PAIRING : Mainly Liverpool Players (Owen & Carragher, Alonso and Riise with Finnan, Gerrard and Carragher)
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : The relationships involved in this story bear no resemblance at all to real life, despite me REALLY wishing it did!
AUTHOR'S NOTES : This story takes place over the course of a year, beginning with Euro 2004 and ending in May 2005. Everything here is pure fiction but is based on actual results and events, from Benitez's first meeting in Portugal to the amazing end of Liverpool's season.

 

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Chapter One: Change of Heart

Wednesday morning in Portugal. The morning sun was streaming into the England team hotel room. It was the squad's morning off before training for the big match tomorrow. Steven Gerrard woke up and looked at his watch. 9.30am. Fuck, he thought, why am I awake? He planned to sleep until 11, and then have breakfast in bed before meeting his team-mates downstairs.

"'Bout time you woke up," a voice said behind him. Gerrard rolled over to see Michael Owen, his Liverpool and England team-mate sitting on the other bed getting dressed. He was still topless and the muscles on his body were well defined.

Nice view to start the day, thought Steven. "I've been tryin' to wake you for the last 10 minutes."

"Why?" Gerrard asked

"Rick Parry's downstairs. He wants to speak to us."

"Rick? Why's he here," Gerrard enquired. Rick Parry was Liverpool's Chief Executive. Normally, club staff were not allowed to interact with International players so close to a match.

"Dunno," replied Owen. "Maybe we got a new boss."

Their previous manager, Gerard Houllier was sacked by the club the week after the end of the domestic season after coming under pressure from the club and fans for Liverpool's poor performance in the league. Nothing had been mentioned about a new successor but the Liverpool contingent in Portugal had been kept out of the way of the media, and so was given no information as to the new manager.

"About bloody time," said Gerrard. "Why now?"

Owen shrugged his shoulders. "All I know is he wants to speak to all of us.

Carra's on his way down now. Now come on, you lazy bastard."

"Okay, okay."

Gerrard got up, had a quick wash and got dressed. They were just heading out of the door, when Owen turned to Gerrard and said, "Aren't you gonna say goodbye to Frank?"

"Fuck," Gerrard said. He turned round and looked back at his bed, where Chelsea

midfielder Frank Lampard was lying, still fast asleep. He walked over and kissed him on the cheek. Lampard stirred slightly and pulled the covers over his head.

The two players walked out of the room and headed for the lift. "What happened last night between you two?" asked Owen.

"We were celebrating my move to Chelsea."

"That definitely happening then?"

Gerrard paused. He loved Owen and didn't want to hurt him but the move had been on the cards for a number of months and it had unsettled everyone, Owen especially. He thought back to last night and the copious amounts of champagne Lampard and Gerrard had shared privately, resulting in a very steamy sex session.

 

The ping of the lift brought him back to his senses and realised he hadn't answered Owen's question. They stepped out of the lift and in the lobby, sure enough, was Rick Parry and Jamie Carragher.

"You took your time," said Rick as he shook both Owen and Gerrard's hand in turn.

"Sorry," replied Owen. "He was a bastard to wake up."

"Yes, I seem to remember Gerard telling me about that," joked Rick. They moved into the dining room and headed for a table that was empty except for one man. He looks familiar, Owen thought. The man stood up and smiled nervously. Rick spoke first. "Gentlemen, this is Raphael Benitez, the new Liverpool manager." Benitez held his hand out and all three players shook it. "He has come to us from Valencia, where he has won the Spanish league twice and UEFA cup last season."

For Owen, the penny suddenly dropped. This was the man responsible for Liverpool's humiliation both home and away in the Champions League in the 2002/03 season.

It seemed that Benitez could read Owen's mind, for he said, "It's nice to meet you and I must apologise for your defeat against Valencia before." He smiled warmly, which made up for the fact that his English was not very good.

"I know it's not usual procedure to interrupt your training, "said Rick, "and I apologise, but I thought, under the circumstances, it was in the club's interest to do so. Raphael and I are keen to make the club progress for the future.

Chelsea will change the landscape of English football with the amount of money being spent on the club and the board and I needed to find someone to help Liverpool take the next step. We believe Raphael is the ideal candidate. The issue, we both feel, is that all three of you are the key to the success of the club.

"Steven, you are the club captain and have shown amazing strength last season. Congratulations." At this, Michael put his hand on Steven's knee and squeezed it, affectionately. Rick looked at Carragher and continued, "Jamie, we are pleased with the way you have developed over the last few seasons and both Raphael and I are keen to continue your development." Owen, who was sitting between Gerrard and Carragher, looked at Carra, his long-time lover and smiled. "Michael, we are keen to continue the good relationship between you and the club. You are the key to our attacking strategy. We will discuss a new contract when you return from your holiday after this tournament."

Rick paused and asked them if they had any questions. Gerrard asked, "Are we going to win the Premiership?"

Benitez looked intensely at Gerrard and replied, "I'm not going to lie. It will be difficult next season. If we get the right players in and get everyone playing well, possibly. My aim is long term. I want Liverpool to win everything. That is what I am here to do. We cannot win everything straight away. It will take time. I understand that you are close to moving to Chelsea, is that correct?"

Owen and Carra turned to their club captain, who went bright red. "Dunno," replied Gerrard. "I need to think about it after this. My mind is on England at the moment. We can win this!"

Benitez nodded. "Of course. Please come and see us at Melwood when you return.

I would like to see you privately before you make a decision."

"Okay."

The three players walked out of the dining room in silence, each of them deep in thought. Finally, Owen said, "I'm going upstairs for a while." He looked at Carra and winked. Carra winked back and mouthed, 'my room'. Owen nodded and said to Gerrard, "you better say hi to Lampard!" Gerrard nodded. He still looked deep in thought.

 

Owen and Carra dropped Gerrard at his room and walked 2 doors down to Carra's room.

"Why didn't you stay last night," Carragher asked Owen.

"I had a call from Louise and had to take it," Owen replied. "I'm really sorry, pal."

Carragher nodded and opened his door. His room-mate, Wayne Rooney, had already gone out for a run and was going to the Stadium early. He took Owen's hand and led him into the bedroom. Owen looked into Carragher's eyes and kissed him deeply, his tongue entering his mouth. He put his arms round Carragher's gorgeous body and put one hand on his firm arse. Carragher put one hand on Owen's back and the other was reaching down into his tracksuit, searching for his growing cock.

They moved over to the bed and Carragher sat down, with his hand still in Owen's pants, caressing the now hard shaft of pure manhood. He took Owen's tracksuit and pants down and Owen took off his top. He was now standing in front of Carragher completely naked. Carragher felt himself going hard and he put his mouth to Owen's cock, feeling it gently with his tongue at first then opening up his mouth and completely enveloping the dick. At the same time, he put his hands down his tracksuit bottoms to feel himself. Owen held Carragher by his hair and let his head move up and down his manhood. This was why he loved Carragher so much. Louise would never understand how he felt about his team-mate if she knew. How much he pleased him. How he woke every morning, wishing he were cuddled up to him.

Carragher removed his head and stripped naked. Soon, Owen and Carragher were lying naked on the bed, Carragher on top kissing Owen and playing with his cock.

He moved down Owen's body, kissing every beautiful, tight muscle before reaching his dick and re-inserting it into his mouth. He manoeuvred so that Owen was sucking him at the same time. Suddenly, Carragher whooped gently. Owen had put one finger up his arse. God, he thought, I love this. Feels so good. Carragher sucked Owen's cock harder and faster now, his tongue roving around the tip of his cock, licking at the pre-cum leaking from him. At the same time, he could feel his dick being strained by Owen's mouth.

All of a sudden, Carragher's mouth filled with Owen's juice. He swallowed deeply, taking each drop in, lovingly. He could feel it was not going to be long before he let go and cum in Owen's mouth. Owen's finger was still up Carragher's arse.

He removed it and concentrated fully on relieving Carragher. The pre-cum was flowing freely now and it would not be long before his mouth was filled with Carragher's juice. Sure enough, Carragher let go with a soft moan and filled Owen's mouth. He finished licking Owen's dick and waited until Owen returned the compliment before joining Michael at the head of the bed. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed lightly.

"You know I love you so much, don't you Mikey," Carra said.

"Yes, mate. I love you too."

The two men lay on the bed, cuddling each other.

 

Meanwhile, Gerrard had just returned to his room. Lampard was awake now and just lying in bed. Gerrard went over and kissed him deeply. "Morning, sleepyhead"

"Morning," Lampard replied. "Where did you go?"

"I was downstairs. We got a new boss. Mike, Jamie and I were down with him."

Lampard looked shocked. "A new boss? Here? Why?" Lampard had a feeling he knew why they were here now but wanted to hear it from Gerrard.

"It's obvious. They want me to stay at Anfield. They called all three of us down and told us that we were the key to Liverpool's future."

"But you're coming to Chelsea," said Lampard.

Gerrard couldn't be sure but he thought he heard some panic in Lampard's voice. He sat on the bed and put one hand on Lampard's cheek. "Well, nothing's been signed. You've got a new boss too, but he hasn't been to see me. Nothing's been decided yet, has it?"

"No," agreed Lampard, "but you assured me that you were gonna join us. That's why I'm in your bed this morning. We were celebrating, remember."

Gerrard smiled. "Oh I remember. I'm gonna wait til I get back home before I decide. The new gaffer wants to meet me in private at Melwood. I gotta go."

Lampard shouted. "NO! I don't want you to stay at Liverpool. They're a has-been club. They don't matter anymore. Chelsea is the future. You know that. I want you with me. Please!"

Gerrard was furious. "Liverpool are NOT has-beens. You're talkin' 'bout the club that gave me my chance. The club I love. There's a new manager there. I may not like him. I haven't decided yet. I just want to think about England at the moment." He looked at Lampard. "You are the main reason I'm looking at Chelsea. I want success on the field but I got success off it with you."

"There you go then," pleaded Lampard. "All the more reason to move down to Chelsea. We are going to be successful. You know that!"

"I know. But at the same time, I want success with Liverpool. I want to lift a trophy for the club I love. You can understand that, can't you?"

Lampard didn't answer. He looked up at Gerrard with sorrow in his eyes. He looked into his lover's eyes. He could see that Gerrard was torn between the club he loves and the man he loves. He got up silently and walked over to the bathroom. He didn't look back at Gerrard. Gerrard didn't follow him. He just sat on his bed with his head in his hands.

 

The relationship between Gerrard and Lampard was strained for the rest of the tournament. Whilst Owen and Carra were having fun with each other, and the rest of the England squad were making the most of the Portuguese weather and atmosphere, Lampard was determined not to speak to Gerrard unless it was football-related. They had been friends for years and secret lovers for months. Now it seemed that their relationship had hit the buffers in a big way.

This misery was compounded by England getting dumped so unfairly out of the European Championships by Portugal at the dreaded penalties stage, a curse that seemed to be hanging over England.

The squad left Portugal and went their separate ways back to their clubs for the standard de-brief before going on holiday. Gerrard took his girlfriend away, knowing that whatever decision he made about his future, it was going to hurt someone. If he stayed at Liverpool, he was going to be hurting Lampard, one of the few men to really make him happy. If he left Liverpool, he would be hurting himself, the fans and, more importantly, Michael Owen. His and Owen's relationship was very strange. It had started out as just sex. Indeed, Owen was Gerrard's first gay experience.

Up until 3 years ago, Gerrard would never have entertained the thought of having sex with another man. That was until the club celebrated their unprecedented cup haul of 2001, where they collected the League, FA and UEFA Cup all in one season, as well as securing 3rd place in the Premiership, guaranteeing them Champions League football the following season. The day after the UEFA cup victory, the team had landed at Liverpool Airport and had gone to Melwood, their training ground to warm down before the big match against Charlton. After this, Owen, Carragher and Gerrard went to Owen's house for mild celebrations. It was there that he found out Owen and Carragher had been secretly seeing each other. They kissed openly in front of Gerrard, who watched intently. Carragher was distracted and had to leave, which left Owen and Gerrard alone. They kissed and wanked each other. Gerrard wanted more and, over time, they started meeting for sex.

Their affection for one another had grown intensely but Owen refused to get into a relationship with him. He had a girlfriend already and there was Carragher, too.

He felt that having 1 girlfriend and 2 boyfriends would complicate matters! So they kissed and felt each other often enough, but nothing else. Not even full penetrative sex. It was Gerrard's desperation to have a man inside him that led him to Lampard.

Now, either one of those relationships was at serious risk, no matter what he decided. He did not want to lose either but he knew that he would have to let go.

 

At the beginning of July, the Liverpool squad convened for the first time under Benitez. The many players attending Euro 2004 were given an extra week but Gerrard arrived a few days before so he could put the matter of his future to bed. He had an hour-long chat with the new manager and Rick Parry. It was make your mind up time!

Before he announced his decision, he telephoned Lampard. "Hi, Frank."

"Hi, Stevie. You decided yet?"

"Yeah," replied Gerrard. There was a long pause. "I'm staying at Anfield. I'm sorry."

"Okay."

"I'll miss you."

"I know. I'll miss you too."

Silence. Gerrard said, "Maybe next year."

"Yeah, maybe," Frank replied. Then hung up.

Gerrard contacted his agent and his family to tell them the news. Finally, he called Benitez and Parry, who immediately set up a press conference to reveal Gerrard's decision. Owen was behind the scenes at the press conference. He smiled at Gerrard afterwards and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I knew you wouldn't leave."

 

 

Chapter Two: Comings and Goings

Mid-July. All of the players were back from their holidays and were in training before their tour of America. There had been a few changes since the end of the previous season. Apart from the new manager, there were new players in and others had left. Diouf, Cheyrou and Diao had all gone out on loan following extremely unsuccessful spells at the club. Heskey had been transferred to Birmingham, much to Riise's sadness. He liked Heskey a lot and felt so relaxed in his presence.

It was not a sexual thing, just more comforting.

The new recruits appeared to be settling in quite well, though. Some team members had been asked by Benitez to shadow the new recruits. Owen was partnered with Cisse, Finnan was to be partnered to Josemi when he arrived and Harry Kewell was to be paired with Luis Garcia. It was after one demanding training session that Benitez approached Riise.

"Jon, we are getting a new midfielder. His name is Xabi Alonso. I want you to shadow him for a while and make him feel a part of the team."

Riise nodded apprehensively. His mind cast back to when he first came to the club in the summer of 2001. The club had won the trophies and there was a very friendly, homely feel to the team. He felt like an outsider for so long. It took him weeks to fit in properly. It was only when he scored against Manchester United from a free kick that all of the players really started to accept him.

"Okay, boss," he replied.

"I want him to stay with you for about a month, just until he finds his feet and gets a place of his own."

Oh no, thought Riise. That's all I need! He nodded.

A few days later, Alonso arrived at the club. It was lunchtime and Owen, Carragher and Gerrard were deep in conversation at the table. The door opened and Benitez walked through the door with another man. He called Riise and Gerrard over and introduced them to their new player, Alonso. Riise shook his hand and said, "Hi. I'm John Arne Riise. You're staying with me for a few weeks, yeah?"

Alonso just nodded. It was plain to see he was extremely shy. Gerrard looked at the new player.

"Hi, I'm Steven, the team captain." Wow, he thought. He's fucking cute. Definitely shaggable! He shook Alonso's hand and both Riise and Gerrard guided him towards their table with Carragher and Owen. Gerrard introduced him to them and the looks on both the players reflected Gerrard's thoughts. Riise looked at the three of them curiously and they all looked down at the same time, seemingly embarrassed. There were very few of the players that were aware of Owen, Carragher and Gerrard's sexuality. Riise was not one of them.

At the end of the day, Riise took Alonso home and helped him settle in. It was only a few days before they went on their tour of America so Riise wanted to make sure that he settled in well. He knew what went on on these tours, having taken part in a few of them himself and he did not want the new Spaniard to be scared off by the raucousness of the Liverpool players. They liked their football but they also liked their fun!

For the next few days, Alonso stuck to Riise like glue. They trained together, ate together, even showered together. They went out drinking together. Carragher even joked they probably sleep together too. Riise noticed that when he said that, there seemed to be more than just a trace on envy in his voice. They were certainly developing a good relationship.

 

The tour of America was a resounding success, in many ways. Owen and Carragher's relationship strengthened without any pressures of girlfriends. Gerrard had a very lonely tour and tried to rid his mind of everything that had happened with Lampard last summer. He occasionally received texts from Lampard but he did not respond and deleted them. Riise and Alonso spent a lot of time together and joined up with the other Spanish contingent of Josemi and Luis Garcia.

When they got back to Melwood, everything seemed to be going well for the new manager and the new squad. The Champions League qualifier was fast approaching and the new season loomed with great optimism for Benitez and the fans. Then, all of a sudden, the world seemed to turn upside down. For Carragher, it seemed even worse.

 

"You're going WHERE???"

"Real Madrid. It's a big opportunity for me. They are a big club and I can win trophies."

Owen and Carragher were in Carragher's house having a huge argument. Throughout the summer, after Gerrard re-affirmed his commitment to Liverpool, speculation surrounded Owen moving to Madrid, caused by England team-mate David Beckham's countless number of hints. Benitez had been trying to get him to commit to a new contract before the current one ran out. Owen had refused to sign anything and the club was getting desperate. They knew they could not guarantee Owen a Premiership medal next season. Now, an official bid had come in from Madrid for Owen and he and his advisors had been out to Spain a number of times for contract talks. Owen had accepted the move, as had the club. Now, he was packing up and had visited Carra round for a final goodbye.

"How long has this been goin' on then?" Carra demanded.

"Well, we've been talkin' 'bout this for about 2 weeks."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to be like this. I knew you would try and talk me out of it.

I want to be happy." Owen winced as soon as he said it. He knew what the response would be.

"Oh, so you're not happy with me then," shouted Carra. "Thanks very much. So our relationship means nothing to you. So we've just wasted 8 years of our lives?

Cheers, pal!"

"You know I didn't mean it like that," replied Owen. "What I meant was I want to win things. I can't do that here. Rafa doesn't fill me with confidence. I don't think he's bought that many good players. They all seem to be from Spain. I'm fed up with being second-best all the time!"

"You're GOING to Spain, for fuck's sake! Full of Spanish people and you're moaning about them coming here? Don't give me that!" Carra chucked the bottle of beer he had in his hand across the room.

Owen was getting angry now. "I want success. Louise wants a new life. She still hasn't recovered from her accident. I gotta do what's best for me, her and my child. They come first. I love you but you don't come first. I'm sorry."

Carra paused. He had never seen Owen like this. "When do you leave?"

"End of this week."

"Okay." Carragher looked into Owen's eyes. "Tonight."

"What?"

"One last night together. Please," pleaded Carra.

Owen smiled that sexy smile that Carra loved so much. The hurt didn't subside.

Owen took Carra's hand and put it to his chest under his t-shirt. Carra could feel Owen's rippling muscles. God, I'm gonna miss this! He pulled Owen towards him and kissed him intensely. He undid Owen's trousers belt and removed his trousers. Owen took his top off so that he stood in front of his lover in just his undies. He looked as vulnerable, and sexy, as he did when they first got together. He took off his own shirt and trousers so that he was naked. They started kissing again and put their hands down each other's pants, their cocks growing in excitement and anticipation. They moved over to the couch. Owen lay down as Carra kissed his whole body, paying close attention to both of his nipples and his nice, firm stomach muscles.

He took off Owen's pants and started licking his penis. He started playing with his balls gently whilst he put the gorgeous shaft in his mouth. If Owen was going, he was going in style! The pre-cum started to flow and Carra licked it but didn't swallow. He took Owen's cock out of his mouth and put some of the pre cum on his finger. He put his finger up to Owen's mouth. Owen grabbed at the finger hungrily and sucked his own juice. Carra moved down to his balls and started licking them gently, getting aroused by the hair on his tongue.

Gradually, he looked up at Owen with a smile on his face. He lifted one leg over the couch and saw that Owen's hole was ready to be forced open. The finger Owen was sucking was removed from his mouth and, now nice and wet, Carra put it gently up Owen's hole. There was a gentle cry from Owen but this just spurred Carra on.

He took his finger out and adjusted himself to enter him. He put his cock in place and started to enter Owen slowly. More moaning from the sexy striker.

Carra went in further until he was in fully. He was really going to miss his lover. He put one hand on Owen's chest as he started to thrust slowly, his eyes locked onto Owen's. Owen was moaning louder now. "Fuck me, oh god, fuck me. Want¡K you¡K so¡K much. Faster." Carragher went faster and Owen's moans got louder, spurring the sexy defender on even more. Owen started wanking himself in anticipation of being pleasured twice. Carra removed Owen's hand from his own cock and exploded his load in Owen's arse just in time. He waited until he knew it was all out then removed his cock. Owen's dick was nice and hard. His juice ready to flow but Carra did not want him to just yet. He put Owen's leg down from the top of the couch and adjusted himself so that he was on top of Owen completely. Owen knew what he was going to do and held his dick out so he could enter his lover.

Carra sat on Owen's cock and started to move up and down gently. Owen saw a little bit of cum dripping from Carra and put one of his fingers underneath so he could catch the delicious fluid. He put the finger in his mouth as Carra started moaning with pleasure. He bounced up and down faster. He looked at Owen's face and could see that his juice would soon flow freely into Carra's crevice. Sure enough, Owen climaxed and Carra could feel the hot liquid filling his insides. He never wanted to get off of his gay lover or let him go. He eventually lifted himself off of Owen's cock and lay down on top of him, kissing him. They pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes.

"I'm tired. Shall we go to bed?" Owen asked.

"Yeah, okay, honey."

Carra got off him and took his hand. They climbed the stairs and went into Carra's bedroom. The bedroom they shared for so long. They climbed into bed and kissed and cuddled. Owen looked deep into Carra's eyes. "I'm so sorry. I don't want to leave you. This is something I must do."

Carra kissed the tip of his nose and said, "I know. I'll come and see you in Spain. I love you. I'll miss you so much."

"I love you too, J. Goodnight." Owen kissed Carra's mouth and snuggled tightly into him to sleep.

 

Early next morning, Owen woke up. Carra was still asleep. Owen got out of bed, kissed Carragher on the cheek and went downstairs to get his clothes. He dressed quickly and left Carra's house for the very last time.

 

 

Chapter Three: Separations and Re-unions

Carragher was not the only person to be devastated over Owen's departure. One of the reasons Gerrard stayed at Liverpool was to be near him and now he had gone.

He missed him but was also angry as it was principally Owen who convinced him to stay. Now he had no one. Well, not quite no one. There were the new Spanish recruits but Gerrard was not sure what they were like and was not prepared to find out so quickly, cute though some of them were.

It was the beginning of October and the team was suffering from major inconsistency. Of the 10 competitive games they had played, they had only won 5.

They were through to the Champions League 1st round but their league form was average and they were suffering in Europe too. The rumours that surrounded Gerrard moving to Chelsea were refusing to go away and their next match was away to Stamford Bridge. Gerrard was not looking forward to it. He had stopped receiving texts from Lampard and had not spoken to him since their argument in Portugal. He was not looking forward to the match. He knew that he would have to face him sooner or later but he had been so involved with the new players and the matches that the thought never entered his head. As he boarded the coach to go down to London, Riise tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, Stevie. You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm boss, mate," he replied.

They sat down next to each other. Gerrard looked at Riise. "Are you ok, pal? You seem cheerful."

"I'm good, thanks," Riise said. "Starting to get some games again and feel like things are goin' my way again. Well, you know how many games I lost from bein' on the bench."

"Good, mate. You're doin' a good job for us and you deserve it." Just then, Alonso walked past them and flashed Riise a big smile. Riise smiled back.

Gerrard saw this and looked at Riise slyly. "Has he moved out yet?"

"Nah, he's still looking, replied Riise. "We're gonna look next week."

"Is somethin' goin' on with you two?"

"Fuck off!" protested Riise. "I'm not gay!"

"Well, he hangs around you a lot ever since he came here," replied Gerrard. "You train together, you eat together, and you live together!

"Just tryin' to be friendly, mate. That's all!"

The two players stayed silent throughout the journey. Gerrard stared out of the window into the distance, thinking about the dreaded next meeting with Lampard.

Riise just stared into space, thinking about the conversation he had just had with Gerrard. He never thought about Alonso in a different manner before. Were the signs there? Was Alonso attracted to him? Why hadn't he found a place yet? They spent a lot of time together. More time than most team-mates spent together.

The bus pulled into the hotel grounds and they got off the bus and checked into the hotel. Riise was sharing a room with Dudek, instead of Alonso for the first time. Gerrard was sharing a room with Carragher. This was the first time they had spent any time together alone since Owen left.

Benitez had requested the squad get to bed early and get plenty of rest before the game the next day. Carragher was already in bed when Gerrard entered the room.

He switched the television on and slumped down on the bed with the remote control on his chest.

"Y'alright, mate," asked Carragher. He was lying on his side, starting intently at his captain.

Gerrard looked over at him. "Yeah, I'm good, mate. You?"

"Not too bad. You looking forward to seeing Lampard?"

"How the fuckin' 'ell you know 'bout that?"

Carragher grinned. "Mikey told me. You okay?"

"Nah, mate," replied Gerrard. "We had a huge row and I ain't spoke to him since. Gonna be difficult tomorrow. I'll cope though."

"Why don't you call him?"

"Fuck off. He went up the wall when I said I was stayin' here. Bastard!"

Carragher did not respond. "What 'bout you? You missin' Owen?"

Carragher lay on his back, as if imagining his former lover was on top of him. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "Yeah, mate. I spoke to him the other day. He's happy over there with Louise and the little kid. Wanker!" Gerrard said nothing. "I know 'bout you and him, y'know."

Gerrard paused. "What d'ya mean?" Although he knew exactly what Carra was talking about. He was just trying to buy some time to think of an excuse.

"Mikey told me that you and him sometimes had a little bit of fun together. Kissin' and wankin'." He looked over at the midfielder and smiled. "It's fine, mate. I'm not bothered. Our relationship wasn't exclusive."

"D'ya still love him?"

"Yeah. We were together since we were in the youth team. Been a long time. You don't just go off someone after a couple of months, do you?"

Gerrard shook his head. "Nah, mate. That's true."

Carragher paused. "Do you love him?"

"Yeah but not as much as you. More like a best mate rather than proper love," replied Gerrard

The two players said nothing for a long time, both deep in thought. Gerrard switched the television off and turned on his side to face Carra. "Goodnight, mate."

Carragher looked at him. He looks so sad, he thought. Poor bugger. "Hey Stevie."

Gerrard looked at him. "Yeah?"

"You look really depressed. Want some comfort?" Carra pulled back his sheets. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. "Don't worry, mate. I ain't gonna pounce on ya."

The club captain thought for a couple of seconds. "Yeah, okay mate. Thanks." He got out of bed and climbed into Carra's bed. He put his arms around his team-mate, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and snuggled into him.

Carragher put his arms around Gerrard and tucked his head under his chin.

"Goodnight, mate."

 

Next morning, the team set off for Stamford Bridge. The coach pulled up and off they got. Gerrard was just turning the corner to their dressing room when he saw Lampard standing chatting to John Terry and Joe Cole outside the home dressing room. Lampard looked at Gerrard, said nothing and disappeared into their room.

The squad got changed and went out onto the pitch for their warm-up at the same time as Chelsea. The crowd erupted. Gerrard and Lampard met in the centre circle.

"Y'alright, mate?" Gerrard asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Fine, thanks," Lampard replied. "How's it up there?"

"Yeah, it's good."

"Glad you stayed or you still wanna come down here?"

Gerrard did not answer. Just then, Mourinho, the Chelsea manager came up to the pair. He shook Gerrard's hand and gave him a warm smile. "Getting used to the stadium, yes?"

"I been here before," replied Gerrard.

"You should play here every week," said Mourinho. "It's magnificent. Just like my team."

Just then, Carragher and Benitez came up. Rafa shook Jose's hand and made small talk with the Chelsea manager. Carra, meanwhile, steered Gerrard away from Lampard. "What you up to, mate?"

Gerrard looked at Carra strangely. "What the fuck you goin' on about?"

"You and Lampard, dumbarse! Don't go there again. You got hurt last time."

Gerrard did not reply. He walked back to the rest of the squad and continued with his warm up. Benitez walked back to the team and guided them back into the away dressing room. He kept an eye on Gerrard.

All through the team talk, Gerrard could not concentrate. He kept thinking about Lampard, Owen, his conversation with Carra. His life was such a mess.

Relationships were strained with his girlfriend and family and now they were even worse with Lampard. He shook his head and tried to get it out of his mind. The game was the most important thing to concentrate on now. A win at all costs, the gaffer said.

 

The coach home was a very quiet affair. Liverpool had lost 1-0 to Chelsea. It would not have been so bad if they played well but they had not. Their performance was not a classic by any stretch of the imagination. Benitez had said they deserved to lose after a performance like that.

Gerrard sat next to Carra on the way back. Both were silent, like the rest of their team-mates. It was not so much his poor performance that was depressing him. It was afterwards. They had showered and changed back into their suits.

The squad were breaking up for the Internationals and there was no hurry to get home. Some of the players wanted to go into the centre of London to shop. Benitez agreed and they were to meet back at Stamford Bridge later in the day.

Gerrard did not go, though. He hung around the stadium, waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lampard came out, flanked by Terry and Cole.

He saw Gerrard and headed straight for him. He turned to his team-mates and said he would catch them up later. "You okay, mate?"

"No," replied Gerrard. "We fuckin' lost. What you reckon?"

"Sorry."

"Don't lie!" They said nothing as they walked out of the ground. Finally, Gerrard said, "I miss you."

Lampard stopped and looked at his former lover. "Do you?"

Gerrard nodded. Neither of them spoke until they reached Lampard's flat, which was just five minutes from the stadium. "Wanna drink?"

"Yeah, go on then," replied Gerrard. They went into his flat. Gerrard had never been here before. They were lovers but were living at opposite ends of the country. The only time they met up and relaxed was when they were on England duty.

Gerrard went to sit on the sofa. Before he could, Lampard grabbed his suit jacket and forced him up against the wall, kissing him intensely. "God, I miss you too."

They continued to kiss passionately, their tongues probing each other's mouths.

Lampard put his hand down towards Gerrard's crotch and unzipped his trousers. He fiddled around, finding the top of his boxers and putting his hands down so it was resting on Gerrard's rising cock. Gerrard moaned gently and did the same, sliding his hand towards the Chelsea player's cock. They continued kissing as they started to wank each other violently. Their strokes were getting faster and faster and their moans were getting louder and louder. All of a sudden, Gerrard's cum exploded out of his rigid dick and flowed onto Lampard's hand. The juice had just finished flowing when his lover climaxed in his hand. He tried to collect as much of Lampard's juice as possible as the Chelsea player went down on him and licked his cock clean. The Liverpool captain put his hand, still dripping with Lampard's hot semen in his mouth and hungrily licked it clean. That done, Lampard stood up again and looked into Gerrard's eyes. He smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. "Are we gonna stay in the same hotel room again for the England match?"

Gerrard looked at him and shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

Lampard's smile disappeared. He walked away from his lover and said, "Fine. I ain't goin' through all this again. Piss off out of my house and don't ever speak to me again."

Gerrard opened his mouth to speak but said nothing. He zipped up his trousers and left without saying a word. As he closed the door, he thought he heard Lampard cry.

 

Gerrard arrived at the team bus and boarded it, waiting for his team-mates. He sat towards the back and, a few minutes later, Rafa boarded the bus. He spotted his captain and walked over to him. "Everything okay," he asked.

Gerrard could not look at him. "Yeah, fine."

His manager looked at him intensely. "We lost. We will win again."

Gerrard looked up. "Yeah, I know. I'm pissed off that I played so bad. I don't like it when I play that bad."

"Good. That's what I like to hear from my players. We will win again. I promise."

Gerrard smiled weakly and nodded. He could not bring himself to tell his manager about the problems with his personal life. For a start, only a few close mates knew about his sexual activities and Benitez, and any manager for that matter, would just tell him not to let his personal life affect his game.

Soon, the rest of the squad arrived and they started the long journey back to Liverpool.

 

Saturday evening. Riise and Alonso had just got home. It was approaching 11 o'clock at night and both were extremely tired. They had been for a brief warm down and de-briefing at Melwood, Liverpool's training ground. Alonso collapsed on his sofa with Riise next to him. He turned to his Norwegian flatmate. "D'ya wanna drink, mate?"

"Yeah, okay." Alonso hauled himself off the sofa and walked over to the mini bar.

Riise's eyes followed him across the room. He was watching his Spanish flatmate's tight and perfectly-formed backside. All of a sudden, the conversation with Gerrard on the coach down to London popped into his head. Nah, he thought to himself. I don't fancy him. Yeah, he's got a nice arse, nice body but so have most footballers. It's nothing!

Alonso came back with two beers. He smiled at Riise and sat down next to him.

"Are you okay, Jon?" Alonso's English was not brilliant but good enough for Riise.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. Just feeling bad about the game. We played bad."

"Yeah, I know," Alonso replied. "I think we will get better, though. I know about Rafa. When I was in Spain, he was a good manager for Valencia and our boss would go on and on about him. I think we can win something this season."

Riise shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but we had that idea under Houllier and it went wrong." Alonso put his hand on Riise's knee and looked into his eyes. "We will get better." He took his eyes off of the left winger but did not remove his hand. Riise's mind went into overdrive. Why has he got his hand on my knee? Does he like me? Why haven't I taken it off? Just then, he felt his trousers stirring. Oh, god, not now, he thought. A hard-on was the last thing he needed in front of a cute flat mate!

Alonso started caressing his team-mate's knee gently and put his drink down on the table in front of him. He turned his head and looked at Riise again. Riise looked back at him and suddenly felt Xabi's hand on the back of his head. Alonso pulled Riise's head towards him and kissed him on the lips. A part of him hoped Jon would resist. He had been attracted to Riise ever since he first met him at Melwood and had been putting off moving out for so long so he could spend as much time in the Norwegian's company. He reasoned with himself that maybe these feelings would die but instead they got steadily worse. So much so that every time Riise came out of the shower, he made sure he was in the bathroom at the same time. At the training ground, he always showered next to him. Luis Garcia had commented on this once and Alonso just came up with the poor excuse that he felt insecure amongst the rest of the team and it had become habit. This was his first time living in a foreign country and Riise had been so friendly. He had had sexual feelings towards other men when he was at Real Sociedad but he was living with his parents at the time and so could not follow them up.

As they kissed, Alonso was surprised to find that Riise was responding and getting into it. He expected him to resist and never speak to him again. He was just getting into it when Riise eventually pulled away. They looked at each other, both apparently embarrassed. Alonso started to apologise but could not say a word. Why should I apologise, he thought. I'm not sorry and he enjoyed it.

"I'm tired," said Riise. "I'm going to bed." Alonso's face fell. In that moment, he felt like staying on that couch forever. Riise stood up and started to walk towards his bedroom. Should I, he thought. Is it too soon? Only one way to find out.

He turned to face his Spanish team-mate. Alonso was sitting on the coach looking crestfallen. He held out his hand towards Alonso and said, "You coming with me or not?"

Alonso looked up, shocked. "Are you sure?"

Riise nodded. "Yeah, but¡K" He hesitated and went on. "I don't wanna do anything. I'm not used to this and don't feel confident about having sex with a man just yet."

Alonso looked relieved. "That's good. I'm not very sure either." He stood up and took Riise's hand. They walked into the bedroom and kissed each other lightly on the lips. They removed their clothes and got into Riise's bed. They kissed and felt each other's bodies slowly and carefully, making sure they covered every area of the other's body. They agreed not to do anything else just yet. They just wanted to be together. Their lips parted and they looked into each other's eyes as they cuddled up. This is amazing, thought Riise. I'm glad we're doing this. It feels so good.

This was his last thought as he closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Alonso stayed awake for about a minute, thinking how this felt so right and that he were glad to have finally done this. He pulled Riise closer to him so that they were both on one side of the bed, their arms and legs wrapped around each other. His last thought, as he closed his eyes, was: thank you God for bringing me to Liverpool.

 

 

Chapter Four: Christmas Cheer!

"You fuckin' jammy bastard!"

Gerrard turned his head and grinned at Carra. "I know," he replied. "Not a bad shot was it."

It was early December and the two players were at Carra's house, watching the video of their game against Olympiakos on his sofa. They had beers in hand and were celebrating qualifying for the second round of the Champions League, against all the odds. The team had continued their fluctuating form since the Chelsea game. They were 7th in the Premiership and, even worse, their bitter rivals, Everton, were above them and were due to play them at Goodison Park. When it came to the Champions League game, Liverpool had to win by 2 clear goals in order to progress. They found themselves down at half time, but an inspirational fight back led to goals from Sinama-Pongolle, Neil Mellor and the captain, Gerrard.

"Let's see that again, shall we," said Gerrard, grabbing the remote control and re-winding the tape.

Carra moaned loudly. "Oh for fuck's sake, mate. Not again! We all know you're a fantastic player but if I see that one more time tonight, I will have to stick that remote so far up your arse, it will require surgery to remove it!"

Gerrard looked at him, smiling. "Is that a promise, mate?"

"Right, that's it." Carra's hand dived for the remote but Gerrard was quicker and put it out of his reach. Carra dived for it and ended up on top of him. Gerrard could not go anywhere so tried to extend his arm as far as possible. Carra looked at him and laughed. "I got longer arms than you, shorty!" He grabbed the remote control.

"Shorty?" exclaimed Gerrard. "You cheeky little fucker!" He grabbed hold of Carra's wrist and pushed up with his legs to try and free himself. Unfortunately, he misjudged the move and both tumbled off the couch and landed on the floor.

Now, Carra was underneath Gerrard and could hardly move. Gerrard pinned his arms down with his muscular legs and sat on his chest. "I may be short, but I'm stronger than you!" He started ticking Carra.

Carra could not stop laughing. At the same time, he felt a stirring down in his trousers. He was getting very hard, very quick. It had been a long time since he had been with a man. The last person was Michael on that very couch! Gerrard stopped tickling him for a moment and he opened his eyes. He saw Gerrard's face close to his own and looked deep into his eyes.

Gerrard looked into Carra's eyes and felt himself stirring. He leaned down so their noses were almost touching. He tilted his head slightly so he could kiss him. Just as he did so, a voice inside him cried out. Fuck, he thought. No!

He's my best mate. I can't do this. He pulled away quickly and got off him. He looked at Carra, whose face had quickly turned from joy to hurt. They both stood up.

"What's up," asked Carra.

Gerrard turned away. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"Why? Is it Lampard?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Gerrard said nothing. He walked over towards the door. His coat was on the peg and he picked it up.

"Don't fuckin' do this, mate. What's up?"

The captain turned round. "You're me best mate. We can't do this."

Carra looked stunned. "We done stuff before. What's stoppin' you now?"

Gerrard just shrugged his shoulders and put his coat on.

"Don't fuckin' walk away from me, pal," said Carra. "What the fuck's up with you?" He walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. He turned him round and saw a tear fall down Gerrard's cheek. He held his face and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Come on, pal. What's up?"

"I'm scared."

Carra was speechless. Finally, he said, "Scared? What d'ya mean scared?"

Gerrard looked in his eyes. "I don't wanna fall for you like I did with Lampard. I ended up hurting him and I don't want to do the same to you."

Carra smiled. "Is that it? Is that what you think will happen? Mate, we've been foolin' around with each other for 'bout 3 years, remember? It's a completely different relationship we have than you had with Lampard. You were in deep and he was pressuring you to join him at Chelsea. We aren't in deep. We're just foolin' around." He took Gerrard's hand and put it down towards his own hard cock. "Feel that? It needs you tonight."

Gerrard looked at him, smiled weakly and moved in to kiss him. "Thanks mate." He removed his coat. Carra took his hand and led him to his bedroom. He put Gerrard's hand down his jeans and on to his cock. It was throbbing with expectation now. They continued kissing deeply. Carra moved away and started to undress his mate. He undressed himself and gently pushed the naked Gerrard onto his bed. He looked down at Gerrard's penis and saw it getting hard. He got on top of him and started kissing him again. His hand moved slowly down his smooth chest and landed on Steve's now erect penis. He played with his balls as his thumb gently felt the top of his head. He could feel the pre cum leaking and used it to moisten the head of Gerrard's dick. He stopped kissing him and moved slowly down, kissing every well-defined muscle on his sexy body. He reached Gerrard's cock and put it in his mouth, hungrily licking the now moist head. He could hear his captain groaning softly as he sucked him off. Carra started sucking faster and harder. The pre cum was on his tongue and he knew that it would not be long before his mouth was filled with Gerrard's juice. Sure enough, within a minute, Gerrard climaxed and the only thing Carra could feel now was the hot, salty fluid filling his mouth. He swallowed quickly several times and, as the last remaining drops flowed out of his cock, he started to slowly clean it with his tongue, making sure he lapped up every drop of juice as he could. He removed his mouth and looked up at Gerrard. He smiled at him. Gerrard smiled back with a look of pleasure mixed with relief on his face.

Carra, however, had not finished yet. "Turn over," he ordered. Gerrard did as he was told and put his head in the pillow. Carra looked at his nice tight arse. Mmmm, he thought. His head went back down and he put a tongue inside his hole to prise it open, getting ready for his cock. He heard Gerrard yelp into the pillow as he did so. After a minute of gentle probing with his tongue, he removed it and moved up his back so that his head was in line with Gerrard's. He reached down and adjusted his cock so that it was ready to enter his captain. He gently pushed himself in, so that just his head was in at first. Another muffled cry came from Gerrard and Carragher kissed his cheek and neck lovingly. He pushed his way in further so that he was completely inside him. He stayed still so that Gerrard could get used to having a man inside him again. Then, he started to thrust his erect penis in and out of his pal's tight arse, slowly at first then gaining speed all the time. He was still deeply kissing Gerrard's cheek, neck and shoulders as he went in and out. He started to go faster and faster. Gerrard lifted his head just enough to let the man inside him hear the moans of pleasure. Carra went faster and faster, pumping harder and harder until he finally let go with a long moan in Gerrard's ear. The Liverpool captain could feel his insides filling up with Carra's hot cum.

Carra made sure all of the juice was out before removing himself from Gerrard. They both tried to get their breath back before Gerrard turned over and looked at him.

"There," said Carra. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Gerrard shook his head. "Cheers, mate." He kissed him long on the lips. When they pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes. "Can I sleep here tonight? I don't wanna be alone."

Carra smiled and nodded. "Of course you can, mate."

"Thanks," said Gerrard. They both got between the sheets and Gerrard turned over so that his back was facing Carra. He felt his friend's arm rest on his waist.

He pulled it over him so that it was near his face and he held his hand all night.

Carra moved closer to Gerrard and adjusted his now semi-erect cock. He inserted it back into Gerrard's arse. A small cry came from Gerrard but Carra did not go any further. He left his cock in just so that the head was inside his friend's arse. He kissed him softly on the cheek and drifted off to sleep.

 

The relationship between Gerrard and Carra after their night together had not deteriorated, much to Gerrard's surprise and relief. He was well aware that, with Owen gone, the defender was the only real friend he had left at the club. The rumours of him going to Chelsea were persisting. In fact, they were starting to reach fever pitch by the end of December. The continuous inconsistency in the league left the club even further away from fourth place than before and, to add to the woes, they had been defeated by their nearest rivals, Everton. Added to this was the ever-growing list of injuries they had sustained. Gerrard had already been out injured, for almost 2 months. Hamann, Cisse, Smicer, and Hyypia were all being sidelined at various stages and this was depleting morale within the squad. They were running out of players fast.

 

Two players that were still fit were Riise and Alonso. Their relationship had not progressed any further since they kissed after the Chelsea game. They had agreed to take things steady and not rush anything. Both players were in unusual territory, having never even considered themselves gay or even bisexual.

They spent the occasional night together, just kissing and touching but neither had the strength of mind to take it further. Riise had spent every night thinking about this. He knew he liked Alonso. He liked being with him. He liked kissing and touching him. Every time he was not with him, it hurt. Especially as Alonso had now found a place and was getting ready to move in. He needed advice but he did not know where to turn to. He had no gay friends and, as far as he was aware, there were no gay footballers in the Liverpool squad.

Nevertheless, he decided one evening to try and sort his head out. He excused himself from Alonso's presence and went out for a drive. Without really concentrating on his destination, he found himself outside Jamie Carragher's house. Well, he thought, he's a discreet bloke and he's a mate. Worth a shot!

He switched the engine off and got out of the car. Walking up the drive to the front door, he took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

Carragher's girlfriend opened the door. Riise noticed a look of surprise on her face. "Oh, hi, John," she said. "You after Jamie?" He nodded. She turned her head and called for Carra. She let him in and invited him to sit down on the couch. Jamie came through to the living room and sat down.

"Hi, mate," he said, a little surprise in his voice. "Don't see you round this way a lot. What's up?"

Riise opened his mouth but the words would not come out. How could he tell his team-mate he thought he might be gay? It was hard enough admitting it to himself.

"John? Come on, mate. What's up?" Riise looked around. No one else was in the room. He took a deep breath and started to speak.

"I got a problem."

"What?"

"I've met someone and I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Excellent. Do I know her?"

Riise shook his head.

Carragher pressed him further. "Okay, then. What's the problem?

Riise took a deep breath. Okay, he thought. It was now or never. "It's¡K not¡K a¡K woman."

Carragher paused. Wow, he thought. Is it me or is it catching!? He tried to hide his smile and surprised. He never thought Riise was remotely gay. Neither did he think that he could be bisexual, even though he was himself!

"Okay," he said. Riise looked at him. Is he judging me? Carragher went on.

"Who is it?"

Riise paused. "Alonso."

"Really?" Carragher did not seem that surprised. It all started to fit into place. Alonso had been in the country since July and was only now moving into a flat! He had dismissed it before but for some reason, it had always been in the back of his mind. Plus, Alonso was cute. He mentally praised Riise for picking a good one.

Riise stood up. "Sorry, I shouldn't have told you." He made towards the door.

"Hey, John. Where you goin' mate?"

"I saw the look on your face. You're shocked and you're judging me! I didn't come here for that. I came here for advice."

Carragher held his hands up. "Mate, I'm not judging you, promise. Surprised, yes. But I'll help you if you need it. You know that."

Riise paused. "Yeah, okay." He sat back down and told him everything.

When he had finished, Carragher said nothing for a while so he could digest the information. Finally, he said, "So, you gonna tell him?"

Riise put his head in his hands. "I dunno, mate. I like him. A lot. But if I tell him my feelings, he may not want to know. If I don't he will never know and I will lose any chance I might have."

Carragher nodded. "You want my advice?"

"Well, that's why I'm here!"

"Tell him. Tell him how you feel. Let him make the decision."

He raised his head. "Yeah, but if I tell him, I'm admitting I'm gay! I'm not gay!"

"Aren't you?"

"NO!!!"

Carragher held his hands up. "Okay, okay. Calm down, mate. You need to accept it, mate; if you're gonna do anything about this." He thought for a while. "Do you fancy anyone else?"

Riise looked at him, puzzled. "What d'ya mean?"

"Women, mate."

Riise looked stunned. "How¡K how did you know?"

"You're not gay! So you say! You're certainly not straight, so there's only one solution. Bisexuality."

Riise paused. "I had not thought of that. You know that doesn't help at all! I came here to clear this up, not to make things worse."

Carra smiled. "Happy to help. Look, you need to tell him exactly what you've told me or you'll never get it sorted. If you're bi, fine. If you're gay, that's fine, too. But you need to straighten it out."

Riise nodded. "Yeah, okay." He stood up. "S'pose I better get this sorted then! Thanks. Look, don't tell anyone, will you." Carragher smiled and shook his head. Riise left, got in his car and drove away.

During the ride home, he thought about everything he needed to tell Alonso. He finally reached his home and went indoors. He called for Alonso but there was no response. Must have gone out, he thought. Oh well, I'll tell him another time.

He walked into his bedroom, got into bed and drifted off to sleep.

 

It was the Sunday before Christmas and the some of the squad were gathered at Alonso's new flat for a massive housewarming party. Gerrard, Carragher, Josemi, Luis Garcia, Riise and Steve Finnan were all drinking and generally chatting. It was actually a double celebration as they had beaten Newcastle that very day. They had all promised Benitez not to go mad as there was training the next day. With Christmas fast approaching, they needed to get as much done as possible. For now, though, it was time to celebrate.

Riise had tried to speak to Alonso ever since he spoke to Carragher but he never had the opportunity. Just lately, he always managed to find something to distract him. Meanwhile, at night, he was having dreams about him. More pronounced. More idealistic. A desire to sleep with him every day and every night. It was starting to hurt.

He was leaning against a wall, with a bottle of beer in his hand, when Carragher walked up to him. He looked at Riise and noticed who he was looking at. Alonso was laughing and joking around with Finnan. "You haven't told him, then!"

Riise looked at him. He did not hear him approach at all. He shook his head.

"Don't say it."

Carragher looked at him, innocently. "What?"

"Whatever you were going to say!" Carragher grinned and walked away.

Soon, everyone left, apart from Finnan and Riise. It was not late but they were tired and needed an early night to prepare for training. All three had had a fair amount to drink and were all sitting on Alonso's couch, hardly able to move.

Riise looked across at them both. He couldn't tell Alonso how he felt while Finnan was here. Just then, Finnan got up off the couch. He staggered to the toilet. This was the moment. Riise leaned over to Alonso and whispered in his ear, "I want you!"

Alonso looked at him, through a drunken haze. "What?"

"I want you. I want to be with you."

Alonso just looked at him, then smiled. Just then, Finnan came out of the toilet.

Riise's heart sank.

"Hey, Steve," said Alonso. "Fancy staying the night?" Finnan just nodded.

Alonso leaned over to Riise and whispered back, "I want you too. Stay with me tonight."

"What about Steve?"

Alonso winked and stood up, slightly uneasily. "Follow me," he said. Steve and Riise looked at each other, puzzled. They walked into his bedroom and saw, immediately, that opposite his bed was a video camera! Alonso closed the door and turned to face them. He put his hands on each of their faces and kissed them both on the lips, Riise first, then Finnan. He took Riise's hand and put it on Finnan's cock, which was starting to grow underneath his jeans. Finnan took a step back and looked at them both. Alonso turned and pressed the RECORD button on the camera. He walked back to the both of them and said, "I want to be with both of you tonight."

Riise looked at Finnan and took his hand, walking him over to the bed. He kissed him deeply and started to remove his clothes. Alonso walked over and stroked both men, slowly and carefully. Finnan sat on the bed, now naked, and Alonso knelt down and took his hard shaft in his mouth, his tongue gently searching Finnan's delicious cock. Riise, meanwhile, had stripped naked and was undoing Alonso's trousers. He drew them down to the knees and saw Alonso's dick was hardening. He lay down on his back and slipped underneath Alonso to get at his hardening penis.

He took it in his hands and peeled away the foreskin. He put his tongue on the sensitive head and, above him, Alonso let out a moan while he was sucking Finnan.

Finnan's cock was starting to leak pre cum. Alonso licked it off and removed his mouth. He bent down with Finnan's salty juice on his tongue and kissed Riise.

Finnan, meanwhile, was so horny that he started to wank himself. He was pumping his cock faster and faster. He started to moan with pleasure. Alonso and Riise stopped what they were doing and put their faces directly beneath Finnan's dick.

He saw this and adjusted himself so his juice would spill down onto their faces.

He had just done this as he started to cum.

Riise and Alonso felt the hot fluid drip onto their faces. When Finnan had finished, Alonso looked at Riise and licked the cum off of his face. Riise did the same to Alonso, then reached up and sucked Finnan's cock clean. They both stood up and Alonso finished undressing himself. Riise sat on the bed and started kissing Finnan, his tongue probing the inside of his mouth. They lay down on the bed, side by side and started feeling each other. Alonso walked round the bed and got on, with Riise's back to him. As Riise was kissing and fondling Finnan, Alonso started caressing and kissing Riise's neck and back, sending shivers down the Norwegian's spine. Alonso whispered to Riise, "I want to be inside you now."

All of a sudden, Riise yelped. Alonso had licked his finger and stuck it up his arse. Finnan stopped kissing Riise and watched what was going on. He looked at Alonso and said, "Do that to me, too." He turned over so his bum was facing Riise and Alonso put a finger on his other hand up Finnan's hole. He was fingering both of them. Meanwhile, Riise's hands were still exploring Finnan's well muscled body. Alonso took his finger out of both holes.

"Fuck him and I'll fuck you," he said. Riise took one hand off of Finnan and adjusted his now painfully erect cock and started to insert it into the sexy defender's arse. Finnan cried out and put his arm round the back of Riise so that he grabbed one of his arse cheeks. He pulled it a bit so that his hole started to open up and Alonso went inside him. Riise cried out as well but started to feel more comfort with it. Riise started to thrust his cock in Finnan's arse. As he did so, Alonso withdrew slightly. Then, as Riise withdrew, Alonso thrust his dick inside Riise's hole.

And so it went. As Riise went in, Alonso came out and vice versa. This carried on for what seemed to Riise like a glorious eternity. He had never felt such pain and ecstasy in equal measures. All the while, the video camera kept recording but everyone had forgotten about that. Suddenly, Riise felt he was about to explode his juices. He started pumping Finnan's arse harder and, as a result, had his own pumped harder. Both Riise and Alonso climaxed at the same time, which left Riise yelling with pleasure. "Oh, fuck me!" Yes!" They all lay on the bed, still connected and cuddling each other for a while. Alonso got up and switched the camera off.

At the same time, Finnan stirred. He got off the bed and started to dress himself. "I need to go, guys. I'm really sorry." He looked at both Alonso and Riise and said, "Thanks." He left quickly. Riise was left alone with Alonso.

"Are you going to leave too?" asked Alonso.

"Do you want me to?"

Alonso shook his head. "God, no. Please stay."

Riise got off the bed, went over to Alonso and put one hand on his cheek. He was aware that both of them were still naked. "If I stay, there's one thing I need to know. How do you feel about me?"

Alonso looked at him, slightly puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Do you fancy me or was this just a drunken mistake?"

Alonso smiled. "I want to be with you. I always have. Why d'ya think I've not moved out 'til now? Why do I still train with you, shower with you and eat with you?" He grabbed Riise's head and gave him an aggressive, passionate kiss.

Riise smiled and walked over to the bed. He got back in and said, "You coming then?"

Alonso laughed and got back into bed. They put their arms around each other and started to kiss. Riise pulled away and looked deep into his eyes. "Merry Christmas!"

 

 

Chapter Five: Moving On

There was a knock at Alonso's door. Riise waited. He could hear someone moving about in there. Suddenly, the door opened. Alonso stood there in just his jeans.

Nice, though Riise. "You okay, mate?" he asked.

"Well, let me see." Alonso quickly looked down at his own body. "Yep, I'm fine.

My foot fuckin' hurts but otherwise fine!" He turned and limped back inside towards the couch. This is all I need, he thought. He sat down on the couch.

It was the beginning of February and Riise had gone round to see how he was. His foot had been in bandages since New Year's Day, when Lampard had badly tackled him in the game against Chelsea at Anfield. He was rushed to hospital and told that he had broken his ankle. He was going to be out of the game for three months, at least. He definitely knew he was not going to be ready for the Champions League game against Bayer Leverkusen at the end of February. There was even a doubt he would be back at all for the rest of the season. "How ya feelin'?"

Alonso looked at Riise with contempt. "Why are you here again? You were here yesterday. And they day before. And the day before that!"

Riise looked hurt. "I only came to see how you are. I'm your mate. Well, I'm more than that, aren't I?" Since their drunken night with Finnan just before Christmas, Riise and Alonso had not slept together since. The next morning, they had promised to try and keep away from each other so they could focus on the matches ahead.

It had been a painful schedule. The traditional Christmas Premiership fixture list, as well as an F.A Cup round that stopped just as it started and the two legs of the League cup semi-final against Watford. Riise was used to it, having been in English football for two years now, but the new Spanish contingent were not.

Alonso did not really get much time to get used to it as he sustained his injury which put him out at the most crucial time. There was also the major problem of the injury list of the club that refused to go down, and new entrants that came in during the transfer window in January. All in all, it was the busiest January that Riise had ever known. Therefore, he had not had much time to pop round and see Alonso, who was, by the end of January, feeling very left out and very sorry for himself.

As January turned into February, Riise started to get some free time and started to visit more often. At first, Alonso was grateful to see him. So much so, that every time he came round, he deliberately had the wine out and soft music on.

They would just generally talk and Riise would gratefully suck him or they would wank each other. Over the last week, though, Alonso started to feel as if it was a requirement and was getting very fed up. In truth, he was not fed up with his new lover but with being so incapacitated. He wanted to run, train and play the sport he loved so much. He also did not want all the sympathy from Riise. It was tiresome and knew that it was not completely genuine. He had started to harbour thoughts that Riise only came round as a sense of duty. Riise had taken it upon himself to either bring tapes round of successful matches or, if they had lost, not spoken at all and been very moody.

Riise, on the other hand, was always overjoyed to see Alonso. He could sense his frustration at not being able to play football and had tried to cheer him up by letting him know how they had done the previous match.

Riise sat down on the couch next to Alonso and looked at him. "You okay?"

"You asked me that already," spat Alonso. "If that's all you're gonna say, piss off and leave me alone."

"What the fuck is up with you?"

Alonso looked at him. He could not help it. He needed to get it off his chest.

"I'm fuckin' fed UP!" he shouted. "I'm fed up with bein' stuck here all fuckin' day. I'm fed up that I can't play at the moment and I'm fed up with you comin' round EVERY DAY! I don't wanna know how well we did 'cause I'm not playing. I don't want to be used as a fuckin' sex doll for you every time YOU want relieving!"

Riise stood up, red-faced. "You ungrateful bastard! I'm tryin' to make you feel better and you turn round and throw it back in my face. What gives you the right to shout at me like that?"

"I wanna be playing again. I don't want you comin' round here all the fuckin' time tellin' me what's going' on. It's hard enough bein' like this without havin' to listen to you go on and on about it!" Riise just stared at him, his mouth agape. He could not believe what he was hearing. "What you lookin' at me like that for? If you got nothin' good to say, get out." Riise did not move. Alonso started shouting louder. "GO ON. PISS OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

Riise turned round and walked out of the front door, stunned. He got in his car, drove home and sat on his couch in tears.

 

Carragher sat down next to him at lunch after training. "Hi, mate," he said, cheerfully. "How's you and Xabi?"

Riise looked up at him. "What?"

"You and Xabi. How have things been since your little session?" He was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh, that. Well, not so good."

Carragher frowned. "What d'ya mean?" Just then, Gerrard came over to the table.

Carra looked up and swiftly shook his head. He mouthed: not here, I'll tell you later. Gerrard nodded, puzzled.

Carra turned back to Riise. "Come on then, tell me."

Riise looked up and told him what Xabi said. When he had finished telling him the story, Carra looked stunned. "Wow. What you gonna do?"

Riise prodded the food on his plate with his fork. "I dunno but I'm not goin' round there for a while."

Carra nodded. "Don't blame you. But you'll need to get it sorted out quick or it'll just get worse. Especially when he comes back to training."

Riise did not say anything. He left his food and went out. "I'm goin' down to the gym. Work off my anger." Carra just watched him go.

 

Later that afternoon, Gerrard had just got home when his mobile rang. He looked at the screen. Lampard. He had not seen him since the last England tour. They had not spoken since the Chelsea game in October. He answered the phone. "Hi."

"Hi, Steve," said Lampard. "How you been?"

"Not too bad."

Lampard paused. "I miss you."

"Really? After you chucked me out of your flat last time?"

"I'm really sorry 'bout that, mate. I really am. I still have feelings for you. Do you have feelings for me?"

Gerrard paused. "No."

"You sure? Took you a while to say that."

"Frank, the only thing you're interested in is getting me to sign for the club.

You on commission, or somethin'?"

"No. I want you to sign because I want to be with you."

Gerrard sighed and sat down on his couch. "Yeah, I know." The doorbell rang.

"Listen, mate, I gotta go. There's someone at the door. Speak to you soon, pal."

"Yeah, okay, mate." Gerrard hung up and answered the door. He was surprised to see Carra there. "Hi, mate. What you doin' here?"

Carragher walked in. Gerrard closed the door and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "What's up? Nothin' wrong, I hope."

"Well, not with me!"

"Eh?"

"It's Riise," replied Carra. "He's got a problem."

"What?"

"He's managed to fall for Alonso."

Gerrard grinned. "You're kidding." Carra shook his head. "I knew there was something goin' on with those two. I mentioned it to him ages ago. He was pretty defensive."

"Yeah, well, that's not the half of it."

Carragher went on and told Gerrard everything Riise had told him. He had sworn to Riise that he would not say anything to anyone but Gerrard was his closest friend, and, as they knew all about gay relationships, Carragher felt that Gerrard might be able to help with some advice.

"Wow," said Gerrard. "That's pretty strong from Xabi. Not like him to be like that." Carra shook his head. "I know. Completely out of character."

Just then, Gerrard's phone beeped. He looked down and saw that Lampard had sent a text message. He read it and deleted it instantly.

Carra looked at him. "You alright, mate?"

Gerrard looked up. "Yeah. That was Lampard. I just got off the phone from him."

Carra's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'm not goin' down that road again. This fuckin' Chelsea stuff is getting on my nerves though." He picked up the day's paper. On the back was a 'source' close to Gerrard claiming that he had already signed. "It's getting ridiculous."

"Why don't you just come out and tell the press that you're not leaving. Or don't you know yet?"

Gerrard sighed. "I just don't know. Depends how we get on it the Champions League, don't it. We've screwed up the league already. Out of the FA Cup."

"We still got the League Cup. We can still get fourth place, and we can overturn Leverkusen. I'm desperate to get revenge after what they did to us a couple of years ago."

"Yeah," agreed Gerrard. "But do you really think we can win it? We're not bloody good enough. It pisses me off."

Carragher looked at him. He understood what his friend was saying but could not agree. He changed the subject. "Okay, then. What we gonna do about this Alonso situation?"

Gerrard looked at him. "There's nothing we can do. I'm not supposed to know and, neither are you, really. Xabi doesn't know you know. We'll just have to keep an eye on Riise and, if it gets out of hand, we'll slap the pair of them!"

 

Every so often, Gerrard's mobile would beep. Lampard would text him with not-so-subtle hints about moving to Chelsea. A rumour had appeared in the paper in early April that he was house hunting in London. Benitez caught up with him on the day that appeared and asked him to meet him in his office.

Gerrard sat down in Benitez's office. It was completely different to how Houllier had it laid out. All the furniture was the same but the walls, were now filled with pictures of past managers and players, whereas before, under Houllier, they were bare. It appeared that Benitez was using Liverpool's past success to spur him on.

Benitez sat across from him. He picked up the paper and showed him the headline.

"I'm still concerned about these rumours, Steven."

"They're just rumours, boss."

"But nothing has been cleared up."

Gerrard sighed. "I want to wait 'til the end of the season. I don't wanna get distracted now. We're doin' so well in Europe. I need to concentrate on it."

Benitez nodded. "I agree. I need you to be totally focused. We have done so well against Juventus here. I just want to make sure that you are okay and concentrating on the next month."

"I am," said Gerrard. "I know hat I'm goin' to do. I just wanna get on with this first then talk about the contract later."

Benitez nodded. "Thank you. Could you go down to the gym and let everyone go home please." Gerrard left the office without saying a word. Benitez, meanwhile, stayed at his desk and typed an email out to the Chief Executive. It said one word: RESULT

 

 

Chapter Six: Pain and Glory

It was May 16th. The Premiership had finished the day before. Liverpool had not reached their target of fourth in the Premiership, despite a final home win against Aston Villa. Many other clubs were preparing for a short break before England's short tour of America. Liverpool, however, were back in training at Melwood, preparing for a match that would at least save their season: the Champions League Final against AC Milan.

Throughout the season, they were favourites to go out at every round, yet they had knocked out some of the best teams in Europe. Now, they faced an Italian side with some of the best players in Europe.

Gerrard's mobile kept ringing in the Melwood changing rooms. He trotted in from training and heard it ring. He dived into his bag and picked it up. Lampard! He answered it. "What d'ya want?"

"Hi Steve," replied Lampard. "I'm sorry."

"'Bout what?"

"Everything. I still miss you. I need you with me. Please."

Gerrard paused. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do. I hurt you, I know that. Can we make it up? Please."

Gerrard took a deep breath. "You said some pretty nasty stuff."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry," pleaded Lampard. "Please come down in the summer and we'll make up."

"You deceived me just to try and get me to sign for your club."

"Well, I still want you to sign. So that I can be with you."

"Okay," he replied. "I've made up my mind anyway."

Lampard sounded excited. "Really? What you gonna do?"

"I'll let everyone know after the Final. I need to concentrate on that first. Don't call me. I'll call you."

Lampard paused. "Okay, I suppose. Just tell me if it's good news."

"You'll find out soon, pal. Goodbye." Gerrard hung up and switched the phone off.

 

Istanbul. The team had reached the hotel and booked in. All of the players were in their own rooms. Their partners were due to fly out on the morning of the final and stay with them after the game. Carra walked into Gerrard's room and settled in. "You okay, mate," asked Carra. "You been quiet since we left Liverpool."

Gerrard looked up. "Yeah, I'm boss, mate. Just focused on this match, that's all."

Carra looked doubtful. "You sure it's just that? I know you been goin' through a lot of shit this year, what with the rumours and Frank."

"That's over."

Carra looked sceptical. "Is it? Does he know it?"

Gerrard looked into his mate's eyes. "Yeah, it's over. I couldn't give a fuck about him. The only thing I want at the moment is the Cup! That is the only thing in my life at the moment."

Carra stared deeply into Gerrard's eyes. There was a determination in there that had not been evident for a while. Fuck me, me thought, he's fuckin' serious! He smiled and nodded. "Good 'cause we're gonna need your magic to win this!" He walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "We're gonna fuckin' do this!" He turned and walked out of the room.

 

Match day. The day everyone had trained and prepared so intensely for. The game was due to start at nearly 10pm, much later than normal Wednesday evening games, for the European television companies. The wait during the day was painful. Every member of the squad had committed to a strict sex ban, as ordered by the manager. They were all beside the pool or in the hotel watching television. Even the partners were only allowed half an hour before they travelled out to the stadium.

Alonso used the time to try and focus on the match, as well as topping up his tan! His girlfriend had not come to see him, at his request, and it was just him and Riise by the pool. Everyone else was milling around somewhere.

The two players had not spoken properly since he and Riise had the huge argument in February. He was aware of Riise laying on the sunbed next to him. He turned his head to face him. "I'm sorry."

Riise turned his head. "What?"

"I'm sorry," repeated Alonso.

Riise just grunted and turned his head away. He did not want to speak to him properly. He had spent the last three months trying to stop himself from falling for the cute Spanish midfielder even more. It had not been so bad when Alonso moved out and had been out of the team, injured. He was not surrounded by him and, due to the injury; he was not training with the other players. Once he came back, Riise found it easy to stay away from him by training with someone else.

Now they were thrown together by their success and Riise did not know how to deal with it. He got off the sunbed and started walking away. "It's time to go. We need to get ready." Alonso looked at him walking away, sadly.

The squad boarded the team bus and it drove them to the stadium. The atmosphere on the bus was electric. Not one person said a word. The bus reached the stadium and David Moores, the Chairman and Rick Parry both stood up at the front. Moores said, "Gentlemen, everyone at the club, everyone at home are with you tonight. We all wish you luck. Bring that trophy home for England!" They got off the bus with Benitez and the players following them.

The manager and the squad walked into the huge dressing room and prepared their equipment. Benitez gathered everyone up and led them out for a final pitch walk around in front of their fans. As they walked through the tunnel towards the pitch, they were hit by a wall of sound. Gerrard was walking alongside Benitez and both gasped at the sheer size of the Liverpool support. There appeared to be more English supporters than Italian and they were making some noise. Fuck me, Gerrard thought. He looked around at some of his fellow players and the same thought must have gone through their mind. This was going to be huge. Carragher caught up with Gerrard and whispered, "Fuckin' look at this. This is amazin'. "

Gerrard nodded. "Didn't realise there would be so many in here. I thought there were only gonna be 'bout 20,000. Looks like they've taken over the whole fuckin' stadium!"

Carragher looked at him. "We gotta do it now! We gotta fuckin' win it for them!"

They started to walk back from the pitch towards their dressing room. "We WILL do it! I know it!"

 

Half time. The players trudged into the dressing room and slumped down on the bench, dejected. They were 3-0 down already! A goal in the first minute by Maldini from a simple set piece and two Crespo goals in the space of five minutes had left Liverpool with a mountain to climb.

One of the team's coaches, Alex Miller, walked in with Benitez just behind him.

"They're celebrating!" Benitez looked at him, puzzled. Alex repeated his statement. "Milan are celebrating." Benitez nodded and looked round at his players. All of them were sitting down, looking morose. His captain had his head in his hands.

Gerrard's mind was full of thoughts. He could not separate them, which was making his head spin. He could not concentrate on Benitez's speech. He vaguely saw Hamann get up and go out of the dressing room and lifted his head. Rafa was drawing tactics on the board. Is he fuckin' mad, he thought? He wants us to try and score a goal or two. How the fuck are we gonna do that?

He looked over at Carra. He was listening intently, focused on what his manager was saying. He saw Alonso get up and go towards the toilet. Riise went with him.

They met up at the urinals. Riise looked down at Alonso's cock and looked back up at the player. He smiled what he hoped was a friendly, forgiving smile. "I'm sorry, too." Alonso looked back at him and smiled back. They turned away, washed their hands and sat back down.

Gerrard watched them come back, smiling. He knew all about the problems between the two of them. He looked at the board and then at Carragher. He suddenly felt energy flowing through him. He looked at the board yet again and suddenly everything came into focus. He knew why Hamann had left. He knew what he had to do. Give the supporters something to cheer about. There was a knock at the door. It was time. They walked out of the door and down the tunnel that lead back up to the pitch. He could hear all sorts of chanting from the Liverpool supporters.

"We're gonna win 4-3!" Yeah, thought Gerrard. We're gonna fuckin' well try. As the team ran out, the crowd suddenly started singing the old faithful song "You'll Never Walk Alone." He looked at Cara and gave him a look that said, let's fuckin' do this!

 

Full time. The Liverpool players were absolutely drained. They had produced a fight back that no one in the stadium had ever predicted. Gerrard had started it, heading the ball in the back of the net from Riise's cross. As soon as he scored, he ran back towards the fans, urging them on. The fans got louder. Less than two minutes later, Hamann crossed a ball to Smicer, who took a chance at a shot from 25 yards, which went screaming past AC Milan's goalkeeper into the back of the net. 3-2. The fans at the Liverpool end started getting louder, which seemed to spur the team on. Less than four minutes later, the game was balanced again at 3-3. Gerrard had run into the box and had been felled by a Milan defender.

Penalty. Alonso placed the ball and looked very quickly at Riise. He turned and concentrated. He struck the ball which the Milan 'keeper parried but Alonso charged forward to score on the re-bound. He was surrounded by his ecstatic team-mates. Underneath the bodies of players, Riise managed to sneak a very quick kiss, disguising it as just something that players do. Alonso knew it meant more and that gave him the energy to fight on.

Liverpool had enjoyed great possession for fifteen minutes but Milan struck back, controlling the game and coming close but the final whistle blew for extra time.

 

One hundred and twenty minutes of football played. Still no winner. The Liverpool players were on the rack for the whole of extra time. Carragher had pulled up twice with cramp in both groins yet still managed to pull off two excellent clearances. Dudek had pulled off two magnificent saves from Shevchenko, the Milan striker. Gerrard had been put to right back by Benitez to counteract a fast moving winger.

When the full time whistle went, signalling penalties, most of the players collapsed. They had achieved what they wanted. A rest and penalties. Benitez came onto the field and grouped the players up to go through the list of penalty takers. He looked at Gerrard. "Do you want to take a penalty?"

Gerrard nodded, his mind full of the number of penalties he had missed throughout the season.

"Fine, "replied the manager. "You take the fifth."

"Okay."

 

Penalties. Milan were to take the first one. Dudek watched Serginho place the ball and started bouncing left, right, up and down on the line. Serginho struck and put way over the bar. Hamann was next. He placed the ball on the spot and watched the Milan 'keeper. He struck the ball and put it comfortably in the back of the net. 1-0 to Liverpool.

Milan next and the midfielder, Pirlo, stepped up. He placed the ball and Dudek tried the same trick of bouncing around to try and put the Milan player off. It worked. He got down and saved the penalty comfortably. Cisse was next for the Reds. He placed the ball and struck it comfortably, putting it in the back of the net. 2-0 to Liverpool.

Next was Milan's Tomasson. Dudek used the same tactics but to no avail this time.

Tomasson scored. Riise was next for Liverpool. He placed the ball back struck it softly. Milan's 'keeper saved. 2-1 to Liverpool.

Milan's influential midfielder, Kaka was next. He had caused so many problems for the team in the first half. He struck the ball and it went into the back of the net. The scorer of Liverpool's second goal, Smicer, came up and placed the ball.

He hit the ball with force and sent the Milan 'keeper the wrong way to score. 3-2 to Liverpool.

One more goal for each team. If Milan scored the next one, Gerrard would need to score to give Liverpool the win. It was Shevchenko next. Gerrard looked on.

Looks like it's gonna be me then, he thought. He's not gonna miss this. Dudek went back on his line as the Milan striker was placing the ball. Dudek went up, down, left, right and, curiously, wobbled his legs to try and put the striker off.

It worked. Dudek saved.

The noise of the crowd was deafening. The players were sprinting towards their keeper and suddenly he felt about 15 bodies on top of him. They all got off him and Riise pulled him up and hugged him. Liverpool had won the Champions League Final with his save.

Gerrard was hugging everybody and all around he could hear the fans chanting his name and singing the fabled Liverpool song. He was shepherded by officials to give interviews to various television companies but, with that done, he went back to the players and fans to celebrate. He hugged Carragher and shouted, "How the fuck did we do that?"

Carra shrugged and said, "I don't fuckin' care, mate. We done it!"

Gerrard then turned to the coaches that were on the field, celebrating and mouthed two words. Two words that lifted Carra's heart when he saw him say it: I'm staying!

 

Ever since he was a child, Gerrard dreamt about lifting trophies. Over the last three weeks, he dared himself to dream about lifting the European Cup, just like other Liverpool captains had done. Now he was about to get his chance. He was standing in line to get up on the podium and collect his winner's medal. He allowed the official to put the medal round his neck, turned to face the fans and kissed the medal to them. The fans cheered. He wiped his hands on his shirt and waited until Benitez had collected his medal. All credit to him, he thought.

He's won us a cup in his first season. That's some fuckin' achievement. He turned his mind back to what he was doing. The UEFA President had the cup in his hands and turned to face the Liverpool captain. All of the players were bouncing around on the podium, getting ready to celebrate. He took the cup from the President, turned towards the fans and lifted it as high as he could. Behind him, bangs went off as red confetti exploded out of the cannons. The players were cheering behind him. The fans were cheering in front of him and the confetti fell around him. He could vaguely hear the stadium announcer broadcasting over the tannoy but he was not listening to what it was. Music started and he felt arms around his shoulders. He passed the cup on to the other players so they could get their chance. They descended the podium and walked over to a board in front of journalists.

Gerrard placed the cup down in front of the board that displayed the words: WINNERS UEFA Champions League 2005 with the crest of Liverpool Football Club either side. All of the players stood behind for the usual photos that would circulate around the globe within hours. After this, they all went on a walk around the pitch to celebrate. Gerrard walked over with the cup to Benitez. The two had their picture taken, each holding one handle of the cup and wearing broad smiles.

It was after 1am local time by the time the players came off the pitch. The game had finished just over half an hour ago but the party was just about to start.

Gerrard was obliged to complete a press conference with his manager as part of his commitments as captain. He quickly showered and met Benitez. They walked down to the press room together. Benitez put his arm around the captain's shoulders and said simply, "well done!" The press conference was brief, about fifteen minutes. Gerrard was on one side, Benitez the other and in between them, the 3ft European Cup. It was then that Gerrard appeared to finalise the decision that had been following him for the last season and a half. It would also let Lampard know exactly what was going on. He had promised that he would find out soon. Now, it was the perfect time to deliver his message. One reporter asked him about his future at the club. Gerrard replied, "We are going to talk really soon about my future but how can I leave after a night like this?"

 

The team got back to the hotel at about 2am. They were due to have a late dinner. As soon as they walked into the lobby of their hotel, with the Cup, fans were there to meet them. The whole squad stood and signed autographs until they were called in for their dinner. Every so often, one or two of the team would pop back out into the lobby and continue to sign autographs. Not one fan went away disappointed. Also at the meal were the player's wives or girlfriends. The only one who was on their own was Gerrard. His girlfriend did not attend as she was looking after their child.

The noise in the dining room was extremely loud. The players had not slept for almost a day but none of them cared. Every so often, Gerrard would look up and see Carragher looking at him furtively. He grinned. He knew what Carra was thinking. He was thinking the same.

Dinner had finished and there was a big celebration in the lobby with some of the fans. Gerrard walked round, trying to find Benitez. Eventually, he saw him and approached him. He was chatting quietly to his wife.

"Hi, boss," said Gerrard. "Sorry to interrupt but I'm done in. I'm off to bed."

Benitez nodded. "Okay. Make sure you're up for about 10am. There needs to be the usual press photos and interviews." Gerrard nodded and turned to walk off.

Benitez called after him. "Steve."

Gerrard turned round. "Yeah?"

"Well done and thank you, said Benitez, with a huge smile across his face.

Gerrard grinned back. "Cheers, boss." He walked through the dining room up towards his room. He took his companion with him.

He had just got in his room and sat down on his bed with his companion when his mobile beeped. He fished it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. It was from Carra: "WELL DONE MATE. LOVE YOU xxx". He grinned and switched the phone off. He took his medal off and got undressed. Before he got into bed with his companion, he put his medal back on. He did not want to part with it. He and his companion were lying in bed. He kissed his companion and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Gerrard woke up the next morning with the feel of cold metal on his chest. It took him a while to realise what it was. He looked down and saw the medal and a huge grin spread across his face. It was all flooding back. He turned over and saw his companion just lying next to him. He looked at it long and hard. Just then, there was a knock at the door. He got up and opened it. Alex Miller was there.

"Morning," he said. "We're looking for something." He popped his head around the door. He grinned. "Ah yes, there. In your bed!" He gave Gerrard a comically quizzical look. He walked in and removed the European Cup from his bed. He shook his head on the way out, muttering, "I dunno. You footballers, you're all the same. Weird habits, the lot of ya!" Gerrard watched it leave with a slight sense of loss.

 

The next few hours were somewhat of a blur. The cup was removed from Gerrard and taken down to the swimming pool, where Benitez and some of the backroom staff, the Chief Executive and the club Chairman were sitting for press photos. There was a quick press conference for Benitez and just enough time for a quick lunch before the squad boarded the coach to take them back to the airport.

Carragher was sitting next to his girlfriend. "We got this bus tour around Liverpool. If it's okay, I'm gonna stay with Gerrard tonight. It's closer and I'm absolutely shattered."

His girlfriend turned to him. "God, yeah, of course it is. As soon as we get back, I'm gonna stay at Mum's for the night." She kissed him on the lips. Riise had not had a chance to speak to Alonso since half time. Both of their girlfriends were present so, as his girlfriend slept, Riise got his phone out and sent a text to Alonso: 'I'M REALLY SORRY. SEE YOU BEFORE OUR HOLIDAY. Rx'.

Alonso received the text, smiled and put his 'phone back in his pocket.

Gerrard called his girlfriend. "Hi, babe¡K Yeah¡K No, look I'm gonna stay at ours tonight. I don't want the little 'un waking me up¡K Yeah¡K Yeah, cheers, babe. I love you. I'll call you before the bus tour."

The squad reached the airport and walked through the departures lounge. There were still a lot of Liverpool fans waiting to go home. They saw the squad and cheered, holding out their hands to be shaken by the team.

The flight was around four hours. During that time, the whole squad slept. The squad were starting to feel the effects of the last twenty four hours.

The plane landed and there was about ten minutes before they could get off the plane. Benitez picked up the Cup and asked Gerrard to join him. Gerrard put his hand on one handle; Benitez held the other and they walked out from the plane onto the steps with the cup raised in the air. The squad disembarked the plane and stayed around for a few shots with the Cup. They did not conduct any interviews but left for a quick meal. The bus tour around the city was due to start at half past six. They knew there would be thousands of people on the street, ready to welcome them home. What they did not expect was close to eight hundred thousand people lining the ten-mile route to the centre of the city.

The squad boarded the bus and it made it's way slowly though the city. Gerrard and Carragher were both at the front of the bus. "You're coming home with me, yeah?" asked Gerrard.

Carra looked at him and grinned. "Try and fuckin' stop me, pal!"

The bus had finally reached Anfield, almost an hour late. It was very slow going through, due to the sheer amount of people. Carra looked stunned. "Fuck me. I've never seen so many people."

Gerrard looked equally amazed. "I know. Is that a request, by the way?"

Carra looked puzzled. "What?"

"Fuck me!"

Carra laughed. "Oh god, yeah!"

Gerrard shouted across to Riise. "Oi. Gimme the Cup." Riise passed it over to Gerrard and he lifted it up to a roar of acclamation from the fans. The bus started to move again towards the centre of the city.

Eventually, they got to the city and immediately hit a wall of sound. There must have been almost one hundred thousand it the square alone, perched on every flat or semi flat surface. They were all singing one song: You'll Never Walk Alone. Every player was speechless. They just could not believe everything that was happening.

 

It was about 10.15pm when they boarded the blacked out windows of the coach that would take them back to Melwood and back to their cars. By the time Gerrard and Carra got to Gerrard's house, it was half past eleven.

They closed the door and kissed, passionately. Neither of them said a word. They pulled apart and looked at each other. Gerrard took his hand and led him to his bedroom. I can't leave now, he thought. I'm having the best time of my life. He took his top off to reveal his muscular body. The same body that, a year ago, Lampard was touching. It seemed like a lifetime ago that they were in Portugal with not a care in the world. Now, Lampard was a distant memory, as was Owen and Gerrard was well and truly settled in Liverpool. A new contract was on the way and he had a new male lover.

Gerrard closed the door and shut out the last turbulent year of his life.

 

 

 

- THE END -


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