Just About Soccer
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,848
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 4
Thank you so much for your reviews!
And thanks to Jell-O-lover for that hint about the characters. I’ll definitely consider it!
Lukanicus again did great work as Beta!
Please read & review!
Nediar
____________
Just About Soccer
Chapter 4
On Thursday, Ray tried not to get too close to Brian. He did not know the reason.
The only thing he did know was that the other’s presence made him feel weird. It was not unpleasant but rather in unfamiliar way. That was scaring him.
The match went quite well since Ray and Brian both did a very good job, playing on opposing teams this time. Surprisingly, they indeed could be excellent team players. Then, Ray tried to seize the ball from Brian. They duelled and for a while and it seemed like Brian was doing slightly better. Ray finally made a quick step forward, sending Brian flying to the ground, and ran off with the ball.
Brian was looking up from his prone position and angrily dug his fingers into the soft lawn, not only because Ray had tricked him but also for his ignorance towards him today.
“Hey!” Brian shouted and rose to his feet. “That was clearly a foul!” he complained and heatedly stared ahead where Ray was happily dribbling away.
Zach sighed and blew his whistle. Ray immediately turned on his heels and said, “What the…! You consider that a foul? I didn’t even touch you!”
“Oh yeah, you think I threw myself to the ground?”
“Well, did you?”
“I- How dare you?”
“Look who’s asking! You tripped me up just a few minutes ago when I was about to score and did I complain?”
“I didn’t trip you up. You didn’t even stumble!”
“You’re disappointed?”
“Maybe I should be! Soccer’s no fun with an unsporting opponent like you!”
“You had to say that, of all people! You just kept me from scoring again without a real reason!”
“You fouled me, prick! There you are without-reason!”
“I didn’t-”
“Stop it already!” Zach shouted from the edge of the pitch.
He was genuinely surprised at the argument since Brian close to never became angry and Zach had never ever heard the blond shouting before.
“Brian’s got a free kick, keep going!” he ordered.
Ray pouted but gave in to his cousin’s decision. Zach was substituting as the referee as long as his Dad was conducting other business.
They fought hard but in the end, Ray’s team won 2:1. Confident with the result he agreed to go to the city again that Friday night. Brian said yes to come along too, though both of them still were a little heated from their argument during the game.
~~~~~~o~~~~~~
Ray found himself in the funny situation of thinking about Brian when he was in the shower and again, just before, he was falling asleep. Slowly but certainly it was unnerving him. Not only was this becoming an alarmingly weird habit but also it was making him feel uncomfortable about where this might lead.
The option that he simply saw Brian, as an opponent who had to be defeated, was by far not the only possibility that occurred to Ray. His sentiments were more likely going the opposite way.
On Friday, he managed to push such thoughts aside. Ray was moderately proud of himself for having learned to forbid certain things to cross his mind. Brian too had contemplated on something. Moreover, that something contained getting to talk to Ray in a somewhat private but neutral environment. The only nearby place that he could get him alone again was the downstairs lavatory in the bar.
He got the opportunity when Brian entered the lavatory at around midnight. Ray had a feeling that it was the blond watching him washing his hands.
“What’s up?” asked Ray.
“Nothing”
“You came here again for washing your hands only?”
“I told you I hadn’t been here to only wash my hands last time”
“It’s the same this night?”, Ray asked with an indifferent voice. Inside he was horribly shaking.
“Not quite”
“What’s changed?”
“My question”
“Questions again…”
“Yes. May I?”
“Ask? Yes… Go ahead”
“What are you afraid of?” asked Brian as if talking about the weather.
“What do you mean?”
“Stop that what-do-you-mean thing! You know perfectly well, what I mean. You’re avoiding me!”
“Certainly not!”
Ray turned around to face the other one and what he saw there made him flinch. There was a sign of deep hurt on Brian’s face and Ray wished he had just kept staring at his hands.
“But you do, you know you do!” Brian repeated.
“I’m not! I was just angry because you said I’d fouled you!”
“Don’t lie to me! It has nothing to do with soccer! And it’s not only today! You’re simply afraid to face me in a serious conversation like we almost had going last Saturday night!”
“You call that a conversation? You simply asked me a stupid question!”
“You didn’t appear as if it had been that stupid, you know?”
Brian came closer and Ray moved towards him, away from the sink, to avoid being cornered there. Ray noticed too late, where this was leading. He got himself tangled up in anger, incomprehensible feelings and simply the fear of loosing his mind, so that after they had been shouting at each other for a few more seconds he had Brian pinned against a wall again, his hands placed on either side of his head.
Brian asked with a face of stone, “You’re no brutal person, but do you know why you assaulted me twice already?”
“O-ho! Assault?”
Brian said nothing.
“My, my, alright. Why?”
“Because you’re attracted to me”
“I’m wha…? You’re talking shit!” Ray forced out a laugh.
“Am I?” Brian twitched up an eyebrow.
They both went quiet. Ray scrutinized Brian’s face and his gaze was stuck to his lips. They were pale but full and twisted into a barely noticeable smile.
‘You like that,’ the thought shot through Ray’s mind and he felt the wall inside his head, which kept his memories of the past divided from the present, crack.
Brian was slightly out of breath from their argument. Ray did not only hear him inhaling deeply, but could also watch his shaking lips, which fascinated him more than anything else.
Ray was not sure what he was doing but his heart stopped beating for a second when he noticed, that Brian came closer. And with an even greater shock he realised it was not only Brian closing in but himself, too!
‘Okay.’ Ray swallowed. ‘This was awkward. Very curious. What the hell was he doing?’
Brian’s smile vanished, was replaced by one of hope and longing but at the same time very clumsy and insecure expression. Insecure? Brian?
It was that very look that made Ray become conscious of what they were about to do! But, there was no way, was there? They were boys, goddamn it! This scene obviously belonged to some bad movie, right?
Moreover, with all the questions the certainty of what it was, made Ray feel funny grew in the company of Brian. Their lips were merely at a few millimetres distance when the door swung open and some of their half-drunken comrades stumbled in. Ray hastily backed away.
“Good morning guys!” they shouted in chorus.
“Good morning? It’s half past eleven!” Brian laughed, immediately changing his manner into some kind of we-were-just-about-to-come-up-again style.
When Brian went past Ray to walk out of the door he whispered, barely audible, “You know you almost kissed me twice. Get a grip and finally do it!”
Ray did not dare looking Brian straight into the eyes for the rest of the night. Zach noticed his cousin sending quick glances towards the blond boy next to him from time to time though.
And thanks to Jell-O-lover for that hint about the characters. I’ll definitely consider it!
Lukanicus again did great work as Beta!
Please read & review!
Nediar
____________
Just About Soccer
Chapter 4
On Thursday, Ray tried not to get too close to Brian. He did not know the reason.
The only thing he did know was that the other’s presence made him feel weird. It was not unpleasant but rather in unfamiliar way. That was scaring him.
The match went quite well since Ray and Brian both did a very good job, playing on opposing teams this time. Surprisingly, they indeed could be excellent team players. Then, Ray tried to seize the ball from Brian. They duelled and for a while and it seemed like Brian was doing slightly better. Ray finally made a quick step forward, sending Brian flying to the ground, and ran off with the ball.
Brian was looking up from his prone position and angrily dug his fingers into the soft lawn, not only because Ray had tricked him but also for his ignorance towards him today.
“Hey!” Brian shouted and rose to his feet. “That was clearly a foul!” he complained and heatedly stared ahead where Ray was happily dribbling away.
Zach sighed and blew his whistle. Ray immediately turned on his heels and said, “What the…! You consider that a foul? I didn’t even touch you!”
“Oh yeah, you think I threw myself to the ground?”
“Well, did you?”
“I- How dare you?”
“Look who’s asking! You tripped me up just a few minutes ago when I was about to score and did I complain?”
“I didn’t trip you up. You didn’t even stumble!”
“You’re disappointed?”
“Maybe I should be! Soccer’s no fun with an unsporting opponent like you!”
“You had to say that, of all people! You just kept me from scoring again without a real reason!”
“You fouled me, prick! There you are without-reason!”
“I didn’t-”
“Stop it already!” Zach shouted from the edge of the pitch.
He was genuinely surprised at the argument since Brian close to never became angry and Zach had never ever heard the blond shouting before.
“Brian’s got a free kick, keep going!” he ordered.
Ray pouted but gave in to his cousin’s decision. Zach was substituting as the referee as long as his Dad was conducting other business.
They fought hard but in the end, Ray’s team won 2:1. Confident with the result he agreed to go to the city again that Friday night. Brian said yes to come along too, though both of them still were a little heated from their argument during the game.
~~~~~~o~~~~~~
Ray found himself in the funny situation of thinking about Brian when he was in the shower and again, just before, he was falling asleep. Slowly but certainly it was unnerving him. Not only was this becoming an alarmingly weird habit but also it was making him feel uncomfortable about where this might lead.
The option that he simply saw Brian, as an opponent who had to be defeated, was by far not the only possibility that occurred to Ray. His sentiments were more likely going the opposite way.
On Friday, he managed to push such thoughts aside. Ray was moderately proud of himself for having learned to forbid certain things to cross his mind. Brian too had contemplated on something. Moreover, that something contained getting to talk to Ray in a somewhat private but neutral environment. The only nearby place that he could get him alone again was the downstairs lavatory in the bar.
He got the opportunity when Brian entered the lavatory at around midnight. Ray had a feeling that it was the blond watching him washing his hands.
“What’s up?” asked Ray.
“Nothing”
“You came here again for washing your hands only?”
“I told you I hadn’t been here to only wash my hands last time”
“It’s the same this night?”, Ray asked with an indifferent voice. Inside he was horribly shaking.
“Not quite”
“What’s changed?”
“My question”
“Questions again…”
“Yes. May I?”
“Ask? Yes… Go ahead”
“What are you afraid of?” asked Brian as if talking about the weather.
“What do you mean?”
“Stop that what-do-you-mean thing! You know perfectly well, what I mean. You’re avoiding me!”
“Certainly not!”
Ray turned around to face the other one and what he saw there made him flinch. There was a sign of deep hurt on Brian’s face and Ray wished he had just kept staring at his hands.
“But you do, you know you do!” Brian repeated.
“I’m not! I was just angry because you said I’d fouled you!”
“Don’t lie to me! It has nothing to do with soccer! And it’s not only today! You’re simply afraid to face me in a serious conversation like we almost had going last Saturday night!”
“You call that a conversation? You simply asked me a stupid question!”
“You didn’t appear as if it had been that stupid, you know?”
Brian came closer and Ray moved towards him, away from the sink, to avoid being cornered there. Ray noticed too late, where this was leading. He got himself tangled up in anger, incomprehensible feelings and simply the fear of loosing his mind, so that after they had been shouting at each other for a few more seconds he had Brian pinned against a wall again, his hands placed on either side of his head.
Brian asked with a face of stone, “You’re no brutal person, but do you know why you assaulted me twice already?”
“O-ho! Assault?”
Brian said nothing.
“My, my, alright. Why?”
“Because you’re attracted to me”
“I’m wha…? You’re talking shit!” Ray forced out a laugh.
“Am I?” Brian twitched up an eyebrow.
They both went quiet. Ray scrutinized Brian’s face and his gaze was stuck to his lips. They were pale but full and twisted into a barely noticeable smile.
‘You like that,’ the thought shot through Ray’s mind and he felt the wall inside his head, which kept his memories of the past divided from the present, crack.
Brian was slightly out of breath from their argument. Ray did not only hear him inhaling deeply, but could also watch his shaking lips, which fascinated him more than anything else.
Ray was not sure what he was doing but his heart stopped beating for a second when he noticed, that Brian came closer. And with an even greater shock he realised it was not only Brian closing in but himself, too!
‘Okay.’ Ray swallowed. ‘This was awkward. Very curious. What the hell was he doing?’
Brian’s smile vanished, was replaced by one of hope and longing but at the same time very clumsy and insecure expression. Insecure? Brian?
It was that very look that made Ray become conscious of what they were about to do! But, there was no way, was there? They were boys, goddamn it! This scene obviously belonged to some bad movie, right?
Moreover, with all the questions the certainty of what it was, made Ray feel funny grew in the company of Brian. Their lips were merely at a few millimetres distance when the door swung open and some of their half-drunken comrades stumbled in. Ray hastily backed away.
“Good morning guys!” they shouted in chorus.
“Good morning? It’s half past eleven!” Brian laughed, immediately changing his manner into some kind of we-were-just-about-to-come-up-again style.
When Brian went past Ray to walk out of the door he whispered, barely audible, “You know you almost kissed me twice. Get a grip and finally do it!”
Ray did not dare looking Brian straight into the eyes for the rest of the night. Zach noticed his cousin sending quick glances towards the blond boy next to him from time to time though.