TITLE : New Beginnings, Chapter 2 Getting to Know You
AUTHOR : Lockerroomboy82
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PAIRING : David Beckham / Ian Harte
RATING : NC-17
CATEGORY: AU
SUMMARY : Becks and Hartey get together in the hotel in Italy but Harry Kewell next door began to suspect¡K

CHAPTER 2

As the Leeds team lounged about at the reception, David Beckham just couldn't take his eyes off his new roommate and lover Ian Harte. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Ian yet but was pretty sure he wanted to continue the relationship. It had been short last time but enough had happened to convince Becks this wasn't just a fling. As the other players sat around chatting, reading and playing cards before dinner, Ian glanced up at Becks. He gulped and decided to make a move. He approached David O'leary and asked if he could be excused. Interested in his players' welfare he let Harte return to his room.

Ten minutes past and David couldn't wait any longer. "I'm just goin' for a quick stroll" he announced. However, his stroll took him to a back entrance in the hotel, up the lift and to his door no. 315. He paused. Nervous but excited also, he knocked. A shirtless Ian rose from his seat on the jacuzzi edge. Steam rose from the hot bubbling bath. He squirted a few drops of baby oil and rubbed it over his muscular chest. He looked through the spy hole and saw Becks desperately waiting for him. He turned the knob. He didn't have to say 'in'. Becks knew.

David couldn't believe it. Ian just got more and more sexy. Here he was kitted out like a typical footballer - gelled hair, tracksuit bottoms, bare feet and that well-oiled, tanned, rippled body.

Ian pulled Becks towards him and, while kissing his mate's neck, shut the door and made sure to lock it. He slowly removed David's training top all the time still gently kissing the stud's lips and neck.

David just let Ian do all the work. With the first layer off, Ian reached down to David's waist, slid his hands into Becks' bottoms and started fondling Becks firm cock. But then he let go of it, untucking David's adidas polo shirt and lifting it up all the time taking every chance he got to rub his hands on Dave's chest and six-pack.

David tilted his head back - getting aroused by what was going on and excited by what was to come. And so it had become that they both stood shirtless, cocks erect.

David looked his teammate up and down and drew nearer. He moved towards Ian and gently kissed him then they began snogging madly - David grabbing the back of Ian's head to steady himself. He moved from the Irishman's lips to his neck and downward. Holding his mate by the waist he began pecking at Ian's chest, licking his nipples and drooling over his greasy abs. He was bent-back now and ready to get serious. He kneeled in front of Ian and began to roll off his friend's bottoms. He was surprised but delighted to see Ian going commando. A massive 8-inch piece of flesh slapped up onto his face. He reached up and rubbed his hands along Ian's wet chest and applied the lube to his boyfriend's long meat. After days of dreaming, he was finally going to get Ian Harte's dick in his mouth. The dream was also coming true for Ian.

With Ian's cock nice and moist, David opened wide and let the tip of the throbbing penis rest in his mouth. He licked the pre-cum before turning his head and running his lips down the shaft. Harte could wait no longer. He held tightly David's head and pulled it towards him, shoving his asset down Becks throat. David had to get a hold of something - Ian's butt cheeks.

As they pushed in and out David ran his fingers along Ian's crack and began to ease them inside the defender. Meanwhile, around the other side, Ian's dick was getting a working he never imagined. The tip was ramming against David's throat. He was in ecstasy. He groaned as each push drove him closer to an explosion.

He bent down to kiss his mate on the head but he couldn't reach. Instead he drove harder into the Londoner's jaw. With two of Becks fingers acting as a cock in his ass it wasn't long before spurts of cum shot into Davids throat. Becks began to withdraw even though Ian was still going through the motions. As the final piece of Ian's enormous cock had been removed, cum began to drip on David's chin. "Oh man, Becks, it's too good!" David's mouth was too full to talk. Instead, he returned to kissing and licking the young lad's body. Ian continued to moan as the snogging continued.



Meanwhile, in the next room (317) Harry Kewell was awoken. He had slept right though the afternoon, having been sent home from training due to fatigue. The noise seemed to be coming from his teammates' room next door.

"Becks you old dog," he thought to himself. "Probably found himself a waitress or a maid. Wouldn't mind one meself. Take anything at the mo'" he pondered.

Always up for a prank, the Aussie decided to try and disturb his new teammate. He looked up David's mobile no. and quickly dialled. He could hear the loud ring tone. It was Becks in there all right! He waited for an answer....

The sound of the ring startled the two studs. Becks stepped away from Ian and reached into his pocket. The words "withheld number" flashed on his mobile. "Ah I'll just leave it, been gettin' loads of prank calls lately. C'mon mate. Into the bathroom - I ain't finished with ya yet" He switched off the phone and tossed it onto his bundle of clothes.

"So David thinks he can get away that easily" Harry thought. He picked up the hotel phone and dialled a direct line to the next room.

"Leave it, Ian. I ain't finished yet" pleaded Becks.

"But it might be the boss. He'll be wonderin where I am" replied the hunk.

"Hello" Ian answered in his most Irish of accents.

Harry sat in silence. He hung up. A number of things that could have been happening ran through his mind.
1. David had forgotten his phone and Ian had scored
2. David and Ian had picked up a few girls and there was a mass orgy next door OR
3. David and Ian were alone having sex. "NEVER?" he wondered.
Either way, Harry had to find out. In his boxers and sleeveless vest and horny at the thought of the sex in the next room, Kewell got up and went next door.



Ian and David heard a knock. They both froze and stared at each other...

David quickly hopped into the bathroom. Ian grabbed a pair of shorts and tried to hide the mess the best he could.

"Hello in there" Harry shouted.

"Just a sec!" replied Ian.

He unlocked the door and half opened it.

"Well Ian! Where is the slapper? Kewell inquired peering past the door.

"What do ya mean? There is nobody here."

"Just jackin off then? Don't blame ya. I feel like doin' the same myself" Harry said.

Ian tried to get rid off the Aussie but something had come to Harry's attention. "Just out of interest, Ian - why are you wanking in David Beckham's shorts with them on back to front?"

Ian began to shake. He gulped. What would he do??

Meanwhile, David heard everything that was goin' on. He realised that the game was up. Harry knew exactly what was goin' on! Realising that Kewell was a sound bloke, David opened the door and admitted everything. Ian thought the world was going to collapse around him.

"It will be ok, Ian. Harry won't tell anyone, will you mate?" David asked hopefully.

"Ooh, I don't know. I could get a lot of money for what I know. A superstar like you David being gay - the papers would pay a fortune! Of course I could keep it to myself if you wanted to pay me back yourselves!!" Harry said cockily.

"We will do anything for you, won't we Ian?"

"What? Oh yeah, anything!" Ian said nervously.

Harry knew exactly what he wanted the boys to do. "Let me see those asses boys. The tighter one gets to have my meat!" proclaimed Harry.

"You must be joking!" cried Harte

"We'll do it," said Becks.

Ian couldn't believe David was letting Harry bribe them like this.

"Do it, Ian! Pull down your shorts." Becks ordered.

The Irishman reluctantly did so and displayed his butt to the Aussie. Harry's asset got substantially larger in his gear. He quickly undressed and turned to Becks, "Sorry, David but I can't resist Ian's top butt."

"What do ya think attracted me?" David laughed.

Harry started the orders. "Ian, bend over! David, get the lube or whatever ye faggots use! I'm goin' in!"

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