Sommerchallenge - Päckchen #3

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Titel: Meeting Ben
Genre: Fußball/Original
Charaktere: Lee/Ben
Challenge: "Freak!"
Team: chopin
Kommentar: kein beta, und auf Englisch, was hauptsächlich daran liegt, dass Ben kompletter Engländer und Lee halber Engländer ist (in meinem Kopf) und ich dadurch nicht mal annähernd in der Lage bin, sie auf Deutsch zu schreiben. Wenn Lee mit dem rest der 'Mannschaft' agiert, dann geht das, aber wenn es nur zwischen den beiden ist, dann nicht. Viel Spaß.


He stood at the corner, still unsure about whether he should go. He'd often thought about going, but he'd never had the courage. Too risky. It still was, but he was also starting to feel lonely and, he had to admit, sexually very frustrated.

Six months ago he'd signed o Manchester United. Since then he'd practically lived in abstinency, not daring to even enter a gay pub. He sighed. He loved his club, he loved football, but the question was getting louder every day: Was he really willing to do this for the rest of his career, or even longer? Hiding away something that wouldn't be minded in general, but which, in professional football, would make him a freak. If he was honest with himself, he was sick of this sort of life already. Which lead him to thinking he should be bold and go to a gay bar, pick up a guy and just let himself be fucked mindless, and then start a round of fretful worrying for about a week.

Ok, he'd go now. He took a deep breath and then turned the corner. The bar was about a hundred metres down the street. He could see a few small groups standing in front of it, some of them smoking. All guys, most of them very obviously gay. He exhaled. He might be lucky tonight, he might be.

He tried to look purposeful as he strode down the street. Hands in pockets, shoulders down, head straight line forward. He was checked out immediately, he noticed, more or less obvious. One of them checked him out quite thoroughly, stared at him, then frowned. It was recognition. And Lee saw it. 'Shit.'

The guy said something to his group and then extracted himself from it to come towards Lee. "Hi.", the guy said when they were on eye-level. He was tall, at least 6 feet, and Lee liked tall. Tall and slim.

"You shouldn't go in there.", tall and slim said. Lee took a moment to realize what he'd said.

"I..um..I wasn't going to." Lee turned red, and his stomach did a somersault.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell. But my colleague inside would quite possibly make this a headline. So you'd better go home." He looked sorry, and sad.

Lee sighed. "You're not going to say..?"

"No."

"Thanks." Lee's stomach settled into a puddle of crushed butterflies. He hesitated a second before turning around and walking away. As he moved away from the laughter and promise from the bar, he felt shut out. The sense of belonging he used to have, six months ago, was gone.

Tall and slim looked after him. He'd see him again in two days, at the match against Liverpool. The question was whether he should let himself get into this?