And if any talent scout or club manager in Europe bothered to tune into the North Korea vs. South Korea match a few days ago, I'm sure that some of them are already thinking about knocking on Anyang Cheetah's clubhouse door to discuss hauling Young-Pyo's ass over to the other side of the continent. That man deserves it. You'd be forgiven for thinking he was a Brazilian in that match.

Daejeon
June 18th 2002

"Look! Look, here it comes!" Lee Chun-Soo pointed at the TV monitor with excitement as the others looked on. They were crowded inside Chun-Soo's hotel room, watching as the highlights of their match against Italy were being ran over and over again across all the TV stations.

Lee Young-Pyo inched forward on the bed as Song Chong-Gug reached for the remote and turned up the volume, just as the ball coasted hopefully near the Italian penalty area. Panucci went to take it, but he stumbled backwards. And, just as Young-Pyo had remembered it, and just a beautiful sight to behold as it was the first time he saw it happen, Seol Ki-Hyeon was there.

His left foot met the ball without hesitation, and Buffon barely reacted to it. And as the crowd erupted, everybody in the room looked over their shoulders to where Ki-Hyeon was, sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed, smiling and shaking his head.

"I still can't believe it happened..." he said with a shrug.

"Aww, you!" Chun-Soo scrambled over the bed to embrace the big man. "You saved us, do you know that? Everybody thought we were done for!"

"Yeah, we thought that was the end of it for us!" Cha Doo-Ri said from the chair near the window. "What was it, the 87th minute?"

Ki-Hyeon flung one arm over Chun-Soo and glanced at his friends. "The ball was there somehow, and the defender couldn't get to it...I did the only thing I knew how to do."

"You scored." Park Ji-Sung smiled from where he sat on the floor. "I went inside the box thinking you were going to give it to me...I was surprised Panucci didn't get to it!"

"He fell." Young-Pyo said. "Sort of stumbled backwards, really...and Ki-Hyeon had the ball all to himself."

"There's the replay..." Chong-Gug pointed at the TV again.

They watched the slow-motion replay, Young-Pyo taking in each move in silent awe as he saw the process unfold, how that little bit of luck suddenly gave them new hope where all hope had faded. And Ki-Hyeon's celebration, pumping his fists into the air before he fell to the ground in sheer joy and relief, made his heartrate climb. Especially when the cameras closed in on him sprawled on top of Ki-Hyeon, just a fraction of a second before everybody else fell on top of them.

Young-Pyo braved a look at Ki-Hyeon and found that the tall striker was looking straight at him. Their eyes met, and for a moment Young-Pyo didn't quite know what to do, but he finally managed a little smile. Ki-Hyeon returned the smile, a discreet exchange as the others continued to watch the highlights.

"Look...here comes the golden goal." Ji-Sung remarked, and everybody fell into a hush of sheer anticipation.

Young-Pyo turned back to the television just in time to see Chun-Soo's pass come to him. He repeated his own movements in the back of his mind, every second of it, as his on-screen figure coasted the ball high and it came down perfectly for Ahn Jung-Hwan's header. Jung-Hwan rose majestically to meet that ball in slow-motion, over Maldini, and a flick of his head brought a nation to a standstill.

Young-Pyo watched as the cameras closed in on Ahn, lying there on the ground, so shaken with his own disbelief that he could barely walk or talk, as the lightbulbs flashed and the fireworks erupted and all of Daejeon, all of Korea, jumped onto their feet.

But that was not Young-Pyo's fondest memory of the golden goal. He remembered sinking into the ground, hands clasped in prayer, sheer joy over the fact that the goal had come from his pass, and again, Ki-Hyeon was there.

Everyone crowded over to where Jung-Hwan was, their golden hero, but Ki-Hyeon came to him first. Embraced him in a moment of unbridled joy, the crowd raising a wall of explosive noise around them as they too screamed themselves hoarse, nearly in tears over their ecstatic, unexpected victory.

Suddenly Young-Pyo felt a gentle touch on him. He turned around and saw that Ki-Hyeon's free hand was now on his knee, the striker's eyes giving him a meaningful glance. Not quite knowing how to react over the sudden rapid beating of his heart, all Young-Pyo could do was smile nervously.

The others were oblivious to the exchange between the two, even Chun-Soo who was wedged pretty much between Young-Pyo and Ki-Hyeon on the bed. Ki-Hyeon's gaze held for a few moments that felt like forever like Young-Pyo, his hand squeezing the midfielder's knee ever so gently. Young-Pyo couldn't believe that he was actually getting excited over this, but that's exactly what happened. Not wanting to do something that might embarrass himself, he turned back to television screen.

The scenes were now showing how the KT Square in Seoul erupted as the golden goal took place, those hundreds of thousands of fans decked in red jumping onto their feet in hysteria, screaming and crying as fireworks exploded over their heads and confetti rained onto the streets. Young-Pyo felt goosebumps raising at the back of his neck and down the length of his arms, confounded by the fact that Ki-Hyeon's hand had now traveled further up his thigh. He didn't dare to look back at the big man, a little afraid

"Look! They're still out there..." Chun-Soo pointed out of his window.

Chong-Gug turned down the television volume. Sure enough, they could hear clearly the loud chanting from outside, from where hundreds of fans were still gathered in front of the hotel, screaming 'Dae Han Min Guk' and singing 'Oh...Pilseung Korea' well into the hours of midnight. Doo-Ri stood up from his chair and looked out the window, his expression one of amazement.

"We couldn't have done it without them..." he remarked. "It would've been impossible."

Chong-Gug nodded. "We really need to thank them, you know."

"So we will!" Chun-Soo said enthusiastically. "We'll win against Spain, and go on to the semifinals!"

"Very confident about this, are you?" Ki-Hyeon's deep voice said, causing shivers to run up Young-Pyo's spine. Ki-Hyeon's hand was no longer on him, though he could still feel the mark of the big man's touch on him, warm and gentle.

"Why not?" Chun-Soo grinned at him. "After this...anything is possible!"

"Speaking of Spain, guys..." Ji-Sung said. "Don't you think it's time we all go to sleep? It's been a very, very long night..."

"He's right." Young-Pyo said, aware that his voice trembled somewhat. "Better get some rest to prepare for the quarterfinals."

"Ahhh, Young-Pyo...always being sensible." Chun-Soo said jokingly. "But you're right. It's been a long night, indeed."

They dispersed out of the room quietly, Ji-Sung stifling a yawn as he headed towards his own room with Doo-Ri behind him. Chong-Gug hung back a little and talked with Chun-Soo, while Young-Pyo headed the opposite direction of the corridor with Ki-Hyeon. The tall striker was just a step behind him, and Young-Pyo could feel his eyes on his back every inch of the way. He didn't know whether to feel scared, excited, or both, but he felt rather embarrassed at being so dumbstruck by the actions of a younger man. K

As Young-Pyo got to his door, he felt that Ki-Hyeon too had stopped behind him. Nervously he fumbled inside his pockets for his keycard, but his trembling hands seemed to go against his will, and once he pulled it out he accidentally dropped it.

"Here, let me get that for you..." Ki-Hyeon said, and before Young-Pyo could stop him the tall man had bent down and scooped up the key card, even sliding it into the reader slot for him. The light indicator went green and Ki-Hyeon, turned the handle to open the door, gesturing at Young-Pyo to go inside.

"Ehh, thank you..." Young-Pyo muttered, for lack of anything better to say. Ki-Hyeon just smiled at him and held the door open for him, and Young-Pyo walked inside his room not sure of what to do next.

As it turned out, Ki-Hyeon had already decided what to do next, as he followed Young-Pyo inside the room and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Alarmed, Young-Pyo immediately spun on his heels to face the bigger man. "Ki-Hyeon, what..."

His words were stopped short when Ki-Hyeon suddenly lunged at him, wrapping two strong arms around his waist and literally picking him up off the floor. Shocked, Young-Pyo felt the world spinning around him and suddenly found that his back was pressed against the door, and Ki-Hyeon's face was only inches away from his.

"Ki-Hyeon..." Young-Pyo said, suddenly frightened at how his voice came out as nothing but a meek whisper.

Ki-Hyeon tilted his face forwards and before Young-Pyo had time to react his lips were already tangled with the big man's, being pried open to allow Ki-Hyeon's tongue to snake inside.

Young-Pyo felt his eyes go wide with shock, his limbs freezing as he didn't quite know what to do. Common sense told him to push Ki-Hyeon away, hit him or whatever, but another voice said that Ki-Hyeon was doing nothing against his will, and that he probably wanted this just as much as the striker did.

Ki-Hyeon's arms were gripping at Young-Pyo possessively, and vaguely he felt the big man's tongue flicking against the roof of his mouth. He couldn't help but react, letting out a soft moan and starting to move his lips around a bit to respond to Ki-Hyeon's passionate kiss. That little reaction was enough to set Ki-Hyeon on fire, pressing Young-Pyo even harder against the door. One of Ki-Hyeon's knees even went between Young-Pyo's thighs, gently nudging his sensitive areas and sending sparks flying all over

Young-Pyo had barely recovered from the impact when Ki-Hyeon was all over him again, giving Young-Pyo no room to move about or even breathe. He had to pry his lips loose from Ki-Hyeon just to take in some oxygen, feeling how his face was now flushed with excitement, his body tingling from head to toe. Above him, Ki-Hyeon was smiling through his bated breath, looking down on him as heat began to build between them.

"Ki...Ki-Hyeon..." Young-Pyo gasped.

"Don't tell me this isn't what you want..." the deep voice said. "...I know it is."

Young-Pyo tried to come up with a denial, but he couldn't find one anywhere within him. Ki-Hyeon was right. He wanted this too, perhaps ever since he found himself sprawled on top of the big man earlier tonight after Ki-Hyeon had scored his equalizers. Because for a fraction of a second, in that moment, the world felt like it was theirs and theirs alone.

Young-Pyo reached up with both hands to caress the striker's face, Ki-Hyeon's sweat making his palms slick. "I hope...I hope you really know what you're doing."

Hearing this, Ki-Hyeon smirked mischievously. "Are you scared of me, Young-Pyo?"

Scared? Yeah, he was scared. Scared that the big man might get too excited and break his bones or something. But Young-Pyo didn't tell him that. That wasn't what was bothering him about the whole situation.

"I just...I don't want to get up in the morning and hear bullshit about how you got carried away and that it shouldn't have happened..."

Ki-Hyeon's expression became serious, his eyes giving off a gentle assurance. "It won't happen..." he bent down to kiss Young-Pyo's forehead. "Trust me, it won't."

Young-Pyo reacted by tilting his face upwards to meet Ki-Hyeon's, and soon their lips were once again locked, this time Young-Pyo giving it all he had within him.

Ki-Hyeon, obviously driven by the smaller man's positive response, wasted no time in pulling Young-Pyo's shirt over his head, barely breaking the kiss the whole time. Young-Pyo tugged impatiently at the striker's own shirt, and once they got it out of the way he flung his arms around the other man's back, kneading the firm muscles there. Ki-Hyeon was humping him slowly, bringing their groins into contact and causing Young-Pyo's head to swim, his lower body set on fire with every friction Ki-Hyeon's movements

Finally Ki-Hyeon let his lips go, if only to travel down his neck and onto his right shoulder, playfully biting down on the flesh there. His hands were already tugging at the waistband of Young-Pyo's trainers, sliding it down his hips. Young-Pyo was still trying to convince himself that this was actually happening, that he was not having some sort of weird dream. He felt Ki-Hyeon's tongue licking a trail down his chest, pausing to suck gently on one of his nipples. Young-Pyo let out a moan as Ki-Hyeon's lips

The big man's attention moved to his other nipple, giving it the same delicate treatment as he did the other, and Young-Pyo's hands went around Ki-Hyeon's neck, fingers lacing together as his eyesight grew fuzzy.

Ki-Hyeon's gentle sucking finally ceased, but he lingered just to run his tongue slowly around Young-Pyo's swollen nipple, causing him to whimper before he could stop it.

"Wait here..." Ki-Hyeon whispered as he slid off the bed, still wearing his pants. He walked towards the bathroom, and Young-Pyo found himself alone and naked on his own bed, his erection jutting from his stomach and dripping furiously. Even if he wanted to back out of this now, his own body wouldn't let him. He was too much in heat now to turn back...and he was sure Ki-Hyeon wouldn't let him do it, either.

The striker returned with a bottle of what looked like lotion in one hand, obviously one of those from the toiletry set the hotel provided each room with. He took his pants off and threw them aside, and Young-Pyo couldn't help but stare at his hard cock. He was big, just as his body had suggested, and Young-Pyo wasn't sure if he could take it.

"Good thing they always have these around..." Ki-Hyeon chuckled as he popped the cap off and squirted a generous amount onto his palm. He got on the bed and knelt between Young-Pyo's legs, hands beginning to probe at the little midfielder's entrance.

"Ki-Hyeon..." Young-Pyo said. "Go slowly, okay?"

Ki-Hyeon looked at him, his face suddenly concerned. "Don't tell me nobody's done this to you before..."

"Yes, but..." Young-Pyo swallowed hard. "It's...it's been quite a while."

Ki-Hyeon smiled at him assuringly. "Don't worry...I'll be gentle."

Young-Pyo nodded, and closed his eyes as he felt one of Ki-Hyeon's large fingers starting to enter to him. He tried to relax, tried not to clamp down on the invasion, convincing himself over and over that this was going to feel good...that the pain would only be temporary. The slick lotion helped ease Ki-Hyeon's way inside, and soon he began moving his fingers in and out of Young-Pyo, loosening him up to prepare him for his cock.

As Ki-Hyeon's finger touched on his magical little spot, Young-Pyo felt stars explode behind his eyes and he arched off the bed, letting out a loud howl of pleasure. Vaguely he could see Ki-Hyeon's triumphant smile and him saying "I think I've found it..."

Ki-Hyeon worked him slowly, being gentle as he had promised, adding another finger and more lotion to help Young-Pyo adjust. His other hand gently rubbed on Young-Pyo's inner thigh, his thumb running circles around the pliant flesh as Young-Pyo threw his head back on the pillows and gazed up at the ceiling, his breath racing.

Then, Ki-Hyeon did something he totally did not expect. As he continued to loosen up his entrance, the tall man bent down and began licking at Young-Pyo's hard, leaking erection, his tongue playing with the glistening tip and nearly making Young-Pyo come right then and there.

"Ki-Hyeon..." Young-Pyo whimpered, the other man's name coming out of his lips in a ragged breath.

Ki-Hyeon continued his ministrations, his lips wrapping tightly around Young-Pyo's cock and moving down his length, just as his fingers thrust even deeper inside of his ass. The double stimulation nearly sent Young-Pyo over the edge, and his hands were clutching at the sheets on either of him tightly.

Finally Ki-Hyeon pulled his fingers out, his lips coming off Young-Pyo's cock with a pop. By this point Young- Pyo felt like he could barely move his limbs, but Ki-Hyeon helped by lifting his legs up and resting his ankles squarely on his broad shoulders. He bent down to share a deep, passionate kiss, Young-Pyo tasting his own pre- cum on the big man's lips, his body trembling in anticipation of what was sure to come next.

"If it hurts...tell me and I'll stop." Ki-Hyeon whispered in his ears.

Young-Pyo nodded, but he felt like he could barely care even if it hurt. Ki-Hyeon began to inch forward, his cock seeking entrance at Young-Pyo's slick opening. Young-Pyo felt the large head starting to press inside him and he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on keeping his muscles relaxed and not tensing up. It took a few long, torturous moments, but finally Ki-Hyeon had the head of his large cock encased in Young-Pyo's tightness.

The tall man looked down on him, as if scanning his face for any sign of pain, but Young-Pyo smiled up at him. "Don't stop...it doesn't hurt at all."

Ki-Hyeon bent further forward, bracing his arms on the bed for leverage, Young-Pyo's body nearly rolled up over himself as Ki-Hyeon continued to push inside, his large cock stretching the smaller man's entrance to his limits, Young-Pyo willing him every inch of the way as he struggled with all his might to take him in.

Then, with a firm nudge of his hips, Ki-Hyeon was lodged fully inside, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling Young-Pyo's ass. He let out a long, sustained moan and reached up with both hands to stroke down the length of Young-Pyo's legs, from where his ankles rested on his shoulders down to the insides of his thighs.

"God, you're tight..." he gasped.

Young-Pyo couldn't form the words to respond. He was in oblivion, and when Ki-Hyeon began moving in and out of him, all he could do was thrash his head wildly on the pillows, his hands gripping at Ki-Hyeon's muscled forearms.

Ki-Hyeon picked up the pace, and soon he was slamming the bed against the wall with eacht thrust. Young-Pyo didn't know who was in the room next door, but frankly he couldn't care less. Ki-Hyeon was hitting his prostate with every inward thrust, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold his orgasm back much longer.

Ki-Hyeon helped speed up the process by reaching for Young-Pyo's leaking cock with one hand, steadily stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Young-Pyo felt his entire body set on fire as Ki-Hyeon's hands continued to work his cock, as Ki-Hyeon's cock continued to slam into him furiously.

"Ki-Hyeon..." he gasped. "I can't...I can't hold it anymore."

"Then come for me..." the big man said. "Let me feel you on my hand..."

The words were trigger enough for his cock to start spurting, shooting warm seed onto Ki-Hyeon's welcoming hand. Young-Pyo closed his eyes and felt the hum travel all the way up his body, and for a few seconds he could barely hear anything but the rapid beating of his heart and the racing blood in his veins.

Ki-Hyeon kept moving inside of him the whole time, making him come even longer than harder than he thought possible, and soon enough he felt the other man's cock explode inside his ass. He felt the flood of warm cum inside of him, filling him, his body willing every little drop to go inside, his muscles clamping around Ki-Hyeon to milk him for all he was worth.

When the tremors finally subsided, Ki-Hyeon slumped beside him, and for a while neither of them said or did anything. They laid there in the thick, humid air, waiting for their breathing to calm, waiting for the shockwaves to dissipate as their sweat-slicked bodies began to cool.

Ki-Hyeon was the one who moved first, reaching over to gather Young-Pyo into his arms. Young-Pyo felt too weak to move at this point, but Ki-Hyeon gently turned him over on his side to look straight into his eyes. Wordlessly, he drew Young-Pyo closer to him and kissed his lips again, gently this time, his hand caressing the back of the smaller man's neck. When they finally parted, Young-Pyo found Ki-Hyeon smiling at him, still somewhat out of breath.

"You're the hero tonight, you know..." Ki-Hyeon whispered softly. "Jung-Hwan may have scored the golden goal, but it came from you."

Young-Pyo shook his head. "No...not me. What about you? I mean...you were the one who scored the equalizer. Everybody had almost lost hope at that point."

"So I gave us back our hope..." Ki-Hyeon said. "...but you and Jung-Hwan converted that hope into victory. This is your night too, Young-Pyo."

Young-Pyo smiled and flung his arms around Ki-Hyeon's neck. "Thank you..."

"Should I go now?" Ki-Hyeon asked.

Young-Pyo shook his head. "No...stay here. I don't mind."

The big man smiled and held Young-Pyo just a little tighter. Young-Pyo eased into him, setting his head on Ki- Hyeon's shoulder. They didn't need to speak anymore words to explain what just happened between them. It wasn't something that would last, Young-Pyo knew it. Just a means for two people to celebrate what was truly a memorable, unbelievable night. Though he didn't expect this encounter to ever repeat itself, he was thankful for it. Thankful to have somebody to share this beautiful night with.

And somehow, that was already more than enough.

~FIN~