Me and Mike - Part Three

I couldn’t help feeling that I might just have gained some respect from them.
We decided our positions – RA’s had to go in goal so Jon scooted off towards the net, I played deep midfield, Chris and Joe were left and right wing and Mike played centre forward. Our first match was against a team called Flan-United who were about as good at football as they were at coming up with comedy team-names. As a deep midfielder, I was doing most of the defending for my team – I think my reputation as a murderous psycho was helping me as whenever a forward got loose it only took the slightest of touches to make them back-off quickly. Our tactical system was pretty sound, I would gain possession then boot it up to one of the wingers who would pass it across the goalmouth for Mike to tap in. We won the first game seven nil. After that I could really feel the team bonding, Joe and Chris were quite happy to congratulate Mike for a goal or praise me for a good pass. Whenever we scored there was a lot of back-patting and high-fiving which I never missed the opportunity to do to Mike.
We played ‘the Wurzels’ (a team with guys from Bristol) in the semi-final and scraped through on a five-four win. So we had to face “The Londoners” in the final – a loose confederation of two Arsenal supporters, two Chelsea supporters and a Spurs fan. Their captain – Derrick – was in my Law class, he was one of those real dickheads who all the less talented and popular people rally around as their leader. The type that liked to make arrogant witty comments about others behind their backs but would never do it to their face. I’d been on the receiving end of a few of those over the last couple of days so, needless to say, I wasn’t his biggest fan. Plus, he was a gunners fan – which just made me hate him even more.
The Londoners were a lot better than the last two teams, except for their goalie (Lav), they were a big bunch of lads – especially Derrick who was 6 foot 2 and clearly spent lots of time in the gym. So for the first couple of minutes they were all over us, I couldn’t deal with their attacks and so we went two down. After Derrick’s second goal he turned to his team and said,

“They’re just a shit bunch of scouse poofs”

Now, I never like being called a poof - especially as it confirmed that rumours were going around about Mike and me. So I decided that it was time to start playing dirty and the next time Derrick got past me, I dived in from behind with both feet and brought him crashing to the ground. He jumped to his feet, and grabbed me by the front of my shirt. My instinctive response was to nut him very hard, he staggered back holding his forehead and snarled:

“You gonna fuckin pay for that”

Then he jogged off back towards his own goalmouth. I was pretty pleased with myself, he was a big guy and I thought I’d just beaten him – little did I know I’d started a war which was going to last for the rest of the fortnight – and beyond.
Five minutes later, I hit a great pass up to Chris on the left wing and he floated one into the box which Mike jumped for, however, Derrick had sprinted back and jumped for the same ball. In mid air, I saw him thrust his elbow deep into Mike’s chest – Mike fell backwards clutching his ribcage. Almost immediately, Me, Joe and Chris were surrounding Derrick, Chris pushed him to the ground but then received a boot in the shin from the prostrate Derrick. Joe kicked him hard on the side of his head and I raised my foot to stamp on his face – luckily at that moment Lav came running over, determined to avoid any more unpleasantness; she awarded us a free kick on the edge of the box and allowed the game to go on.
Derrick and his mate Kev formed a wall whilst Joe placed the ball. As Joe stepped back, I leant into him and said,

“I’ve got this one mate”
“Wat you gunna do?” he asked.
“Stick one in knobhead’s face”
“Fair enough then”

I took a short run up and aimed for Derrick’s nose then I shot with all the power and hatred I could muster. Derrick must have realised what I was going to do because he jumped out of the way, but the ball went straight in as a result.
There was a lot of cheering from the sidelines for that one – the rest of the lads had stayed to watch the final. But the best congratulations I got was a passionate hug from Mike who had recovered from his injury. I snuck him a quick kiss on his neck which no one could see – I think he liked it.
We were still 2-1 down but the rest of the match went quite easily for us after that, I kept brutalising Derrick whenever he got free and Mike kept scoring at the other end so the final score was 5-2 to us. When the final whistle was blown we all cheered, then Mike jumped on my back, Chris jumped on Joe’s back and we did a lap of honour to celebrate with Mike waving his Liverpool shirt around his head and singing, “You’ll never walk alone”.

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Twenty minutes later, all four of us were sitting in my room. I had invited Chris and Joe back and they had gladly accepted after hearing about the booze. We played poker for a while with pound coins but Chris kept winning so the rest of us ran out of money (I later found out he had a spare pack of cards in his pocket and had just been cheating). After that we played ‘bullshit’ for ages whilst listening to Oasis and Blur on my iPod which had been hooked up to Joe’s speakers. Needless to say, we finished the beer pretty quickly, Mike was a real lightweight – especially as he had never drunk before – and soon enough he had stripped down to his waist and was playfighting roughly with Joe who was also pretty pissed.
I didn’t regret inviting Chris and Joe back to the room, it meant I wasn’t able to get in Mike’s pants but at the same time it was good to form some new friendships. Joe and Chris were really cool people – they didn’t seem to mind the ‘gay’ rumours about me and Mike. I soon found out why.
After the beer was finished, we moved on to the gin, taking it a capful at a time. Soon all four of us were pretty smashed and we had a four-way playfight. I say playfight but drunk playfighting can be pretty rough: we were all topless and throwing wild punches at each other, I got my lip cut open by Chris – not that I cared, there were similar injuries all round. It was 3:00 am before we finally stopped, me and Mike lay down on my bed completely breathless and covered in sweat while Chris and Joe sat on my desk, Chris had his arm around Joe’s shoulders but I put that down to drunken over-familiarity. We talked for a while about the upcoming champions league final and during this conversation I noticed that Joe rested his head on Chris’ shoulder and I began to suspect something about them. My suspicions were confirmed when – without warning – Chris pressed his lips to Joe’s mouth and began to kiss him passionately. I stared at them wide-eyed, then turned to Mike who had a half-bewildered, half-amused expression on his beautiful face.
After a couple of minutes, they broke apart and stared lovingly at each other. Suddenly, Mike blurted out:

“You guys are gay?”
“Yeh” said Joe, “I spose we are”
“Since when?” I asked
“I’ve fancied Joe since we were about eight” replied Chris with a smile
“Same here” said Joe.
“When did you get together?” asked Mike
“About twenty minutes ago” replied Joe… “We were kissing whilst you two beat each other up”
“This is the first time you ever kissed?”
“Yeh, I spose we always knew it but we never wanted to come out” He looked at Chris, who nodded and said…
“Liverpool’s not exactly the easiest place to be gay in”
“Why here, why now?” I asked.
“Well, its safe here – you guys are a couple right?”
I looked at Mike, who stared back and said, “Not yet”.
“But you are gay right?”
“Yeh”
“You’d be good together”
“Cheers…you make a great couple”

Chris and Joe just smiled and then resumed their French kissing. Me and Mike just sat and stared. I was really getting turned on, Chris and Joe were both quite cute – not as cute as Mike but they still looked great together. Chris was thin and pale with red hair and blue eyes whilst Joe was slightly more muscular with black hair and brown eyes. They were both about the same height as me – 5 foot 8. After a while, their kissing turned into touching; Chris ran his hands over Joe’s torso and kissed his nipples then Joe pinned Chris up against the cold stone wall and started fumbling with his crotch. A few seconds later, Chris’s trousers were around his knees and his underpants halfway down his thighs. I didn’t have a great view of his dick because Joe was in the way, but I could tell it was being stroked pretty lustfully by Joe’s right hand.
However, that was as much as I got to see because no matter how drunk, horny or homosexual you are there’s a certain reserved English etiquette which says you don’t have casual sex in front of your friends. So Chris pulled his pants up and Joe broke away saying,

“Lets go to my room”
“Yeh, lets” replied Chris.

I could tell they were pretty eager to get going so they thanked me for the booze and said they would see us in the morning and give us ‘a report’. And with that they shot out the door and down the corridor.
It all seemed quite surreal to me, I wasn’t sure if I had dreamt what had just happened. But the only thing that mattered to me at that moment was the gorgeous half naked teenager that lay drunk and exhausted beside me.

“That was a surprise” I muttered
“Fuck yeh”
“Listen Mike, y’know when Chris asked if we were a couple?”
“Yeh”
“And you said, ‘not yet’”
“Yeh”
“Does that mean you want us to be a couple?”

There was a long pause.

“I dunno”

Another pause, I said…

“Cos, I want us to be a couple”

Pause

“I know”

I wasn’t going to wait any longer so I brought my right hand to the side of his face and caressed it gently. Mike stared back into my eyes and whispered;

“You’re fucking beautiful Will”

and with that he put both hands on my chest and began to stroke my naked skin. It was the greatest feeling of my life – Mike fancied me, he thought I was beautiful, he felt the same way about me as I did about him.
All of a sudden, my feelings for him burst through; I grabbed him around the waist with both arms and hoisted him up on his feet. My arms were wrapped around his smooth naked torso and I could smell his soft, sour scent. I breathed it in deeply, getting more of a thrill than I ever did when inhaling a cigarette or a joint. Mike reciprocated by jamming his own body up to mine; every part of us was pressed together: our legs, our groins, stomachs, chests and shoulders. He was so warm, it was incredible; I could feel his heart beating fast and his chest rising and falling, I could actually feel the blood coursing around his body. The feeling of having another living human being, a mass of organs, muscles, skin and bone in such close contact with my own body was made unimaginably satisfying by the fact that this human being was the most wonderful, funny, friendly and beautiful boy in the world. I loved him. God how I loved him.
Our foreheads were pressed together – pain coursed through my skull from the bruise where I had earlier nutted Derrick, but I didn’t care. Mike was looking at my soul through those warm brown eyes. We were both breathing deeply with excitement, my lips were so close to his glistening red pilgrims that we were passing the same breath back and forth without touching mouths. In that precious moment of anticipation I said to him the only thing that I could think of, but the one thing which summed up my feelings perfectly:

“I love you Mike”

He didn’t say anything, he just closed his eyes and kissed me. Mike was extremely passionate, he worked his tongue around the inside of my mouth, thrusting it into every nook and cranny. He ran it over my teeth and gums, flickering powerfully, tasting my saliva. Eventually, it reached the cut on my lip and the taste of my blood seemed to send him wild; hugging me even tighter, he gently bit down on the cut and a fresh blood drop came trickling out. Mike closed his lips around the wound and sucked it as hard as he could. It was painful, but I was in absolute ecstasy just then so it didn’t matter. After a couple of seconds he broke away and pulled slightly away from my face, I could see my blood on the end of his tongue and he drank it back with a loving, savouring sip.
He obviously enjoyed the taste of it because a couple of seconds later he was at me again. This time, it was my turn to taste him and I pinned him against the wall where Joe and Chris had been earlier. I began to dry hump his crotch as I stuck my tongue down his throat and his hand found its way down to my completely erect package which he began to fondle through the material of my trousers. Ten seconds of this was enough to make me spend myself inside my underpants but my lust did not wane, soon, I was tearing open Mike’s trousers as I desperately kissed him all over the face, neck and torso but one look at his white boxer shorts confirmed that he too had discharged in the barracks. I couldn’t help but laugh, the Mike joined in and we both calmed down as a result. I still hadn’t had a chance to see Mike’s cock but I knew that would come soon and waiting for it was damn exciting. At that moment though, Me and Mike were completely exhausted – it was 4:30 am. So I gathered him in my arms and we lay down on the rock-hard bed to sleep.

Mike just had one thing to say before we drifted off:

"I love you too Will"

I slept well that night.