TITLE : Irish Loving
AUTHOR : ManUFan
PAIRING : Robbie Keane/Damien Duff
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : The events described below are purely fictitious and do not necessarily reflect the true sexual orientation of either Mr Keane or Mr Duff.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : As with every member of the Republic of Ireland squad at the 2002 World Cup, both Robbie Keane and Damien Duff play their club football in the English Premiership. Keane plays for Tottenham Hotspur and Duff plays for Chelsea, although at the time they played for Leeds United and Blackburn Rovers respectively. Both played vital parts in the success of the Irish national team in Korea and Japan in 2002.

"You asleep?" Robbie Keane asked his roommate Damien Duff.

"No, I can't sleep," came the reply.

It was about one in the morning and the two young Irishmen lay in their beds in a Moscow hotel ahead of the Irish Republic's opening Euro 2004 qualifier against Russia.

Robbie switched on the lamp beside his bed. "I'm going for a slash," he said. Damien looked over at his teammate as he got up from his bed. He was naked apart from a pair of white C.Ks. Damien watched as Robbie headed towards the bathroom. He looked down at his cute arse and then quickly looked away when he realised what he was doing. He stared at the ceiling as a faint tinkling sound came from the bathroom. Robbie appeared at the doorway and Damien turned his head one more. He looked at Robbie's fine smooth body and then his eyes drifted lower, to the bulge in his boxers.

Robbie climbed back into bed. There were a few moments of silence and then Damien spoke.

"I'm fucking freezing," he complained.

"Well what the hell are you waiting for?" Robbie replied. "Get in here with me".

Damien was understandably surprised. "But...what?" he stuttered.

"Look, there's no point in us both lying here freezing our balls off," Robbie explained.

"Besides, I've seen the way you look at me in the showers," Damien lied.

"Oh come on," Robbie said. "You don't need to hide it".

"Well, it's only 'cos you're a good-looking guy, it doesn't mean I'm gay or anything".

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Robbie said. "Now are you getting in here or not?"

Damien finally gave in. He fancied Robbie like mad, and this was too good an opportunity to miss. He got out of his own bed and stepped over to Robbie's. He too was dressed only in his underwear - a nice pair of tight, black boxers. Robbie shuffled over to make space. Damien pulled the covers back and climbed in. It was a tight squeeze with two men in a single bed, but Damien wasn't complaining. Both men lay on their backs, and almost the whole of Damien's left side was in contact with Robbie's right. Robbie turned onto his side and looked at Damien.

"You know I won't treat you any different if you are gay," he said. "I haven't got a problem with gay guys".

"Yeah but football and homosexuality hardly go together do they?" Damien said. "Imagine the stick I would get if the lads thought I was gay".

"Who gives a fuck what they think? Anyway, I wouldn't tell anybody".

"You know I've been with girls before," Damien was getting quite upset. "But I just don't feel anything for them - not in that sense anyway".

"Listen mate," Robbie said. "Don't beat yourself up about it, it's not your fault". He put his hand on Damien's shoulder.

"We should get some sleep," he continued. "Big game tomorrow". He leaned forward and gave Damien a kiss on the lips.

"Just try and forget about it," he said. "It'll all turn out fine".

Damien nodded and the two men closed their eyes.

* * *

Robbie woke up to the sound of the shower in the bathroom. The space next to him were Damien had lay was now empty. He looked at the clock, it was 8am. Damien must have got up early. He put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling, deep in thought about what Damien had said the night before. He lay for about five minutes before the sound of flowing water disappeared. Then Damien appeared in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. There were small drops of water resting on his superbly toned body.

"You still in bed?" he asked.

"Yeah," Robbie replied. "I'm just getting up".

Damien walked across the room and switched on the coffee maker. When he turned back round, Robbie was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come and sit down a minute," he said.

Damien did as he was asked and sat down next to Robbie. Robbie put his arm round his teammate.

"This things really bothering you, right?" he asked.

"Yeah it is," Damien replied. "It's just so hard, you know, trying to find who I really am".

"You're not the only one you know," Robbie continued. "There's plenty of guys like you".

Damien nodded, staring at the carpet beneath him.

"You really like me don't you?" Robbie asked.

Damien nodded again, but his eyes remained fixed to the carpet.

"Then I think there's only one thing that will help you decide who you are".

Damien had a good idea what he meant. He looked up at Robbie, who stared back. He moved his hand around his team-mate and they kissed.

"You're a really nice guy, you know that don't you?" Damien said.

"I try my best," Robbie smiled. "Now are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Damien replied.

"OK, all you have to do is loose the towel and get up on the bed".

He got up and dropped the towel, revealing his semi-erect penis. Robbie got up and then Damien climbed onto the bed and bent over. Robbie kneeled down behind him and pushed down his boxers. He spat on his hand and then began to massage his cock. It eventually expanded to it's full eight inches.

"Now this might hurt a bit at first," Robbie warned. "But just try to relax".

He shuffled forward and put his hands on Damien's arse cheeks. He pulled them apart as far as possible. Then, very slowly and gently, he pushed his cock into Damien's tight hole. Damien gulped and tried to stop himself from screaming with pain. Robbie slowly began to rock back and forth, penetrating Damien's arse.

"There's a good lad," he said reassuringly. "Just relax. Once you get used to it you'll enjoy it".

Robbie continued to rock back and forth, each time pushing a bit more of his manhood in. He was right - Damien thought. The pain was eventually subsided and was replaced by a feeling of great pleasure, as Robbie ever-so-gently fucked his arse. He could hear Robbie breathing heavily behind him. Damien had never felt so good in his life. Robbie tried not to groan too much, so that it didn't seem like he was doing it for his own benefit.

"Almost there," he said calmly.

After a few more movements, Robbie finally let go. He filled Damien's hole with his warm, sticky cum. It took a few moments before the whole load was out, and then he pulled out his cock. Damien turned over and lay down flat on his back. Robbie sat on the edge of the bed next to him. Damien set to work on his own cock as Robbie stroked his blonde hair.

"Thanks - for everything," Damien said.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to help you. I was the same as you at one time. I know that I'm straight but for a long time I wasn't sure".

"Well I guess I'll just have to accept that this is the way I am," Damien said.

"Listen mate, you've got nothing to be ashamed of".

Damien smiled and then jerked his cock one more time before it exploded, sending a massive load of boy-juice onto his stomach.

"I think you might need another shower," Robbie said.

* * *

Later that day Ireland were beaten 4-2 by Russia. They lost again in their next game, this time 2-1 against Switzerland. Sadly they failed to qualify for Euro 2004.