TITLE : A Drunken Night in Manchester - Part 3
AUTHOR : Soccer Tim
PAIRINGS : Nicky Butt, Ryan Giggs & Roy Keane
RATING : R
WARNING : Strong language
DISCLAIMER : This story is no reflection of the sexuality of the persons mentioned. It is purely fictional.

Ryan slammed the brakes on hard and closed his eyes. "Oh fuck"!

He heard the thump. His heart pounding, he opened his eyes to see Roy's face grinning at him through the windscreen. He laughed and put a big wet kiss on the glass. "Hey sheep shagger, you shit your pants?"

Ryan opened the door and jumped out. The shock and adrenalin in this blood turning to anger. "Nicky, get that drunk cunt in the fucking car before he gets fucking killed."

Ryan rarely lost his cool but this was a nightmare. Nicky grabbed hold of Roy's shirt and pulled him up. Some of the pearly white buttons popping off scattering on top of the car's bonnet. Roy's naked chest was exposed. Nicky gripped one of Roy's arms behind him. "You're not giving me the slip this time."

Nicky hissed in Roy's ear as Ryan opened the back passenger door on the car. Both men grappled Roy into the car.

" I want to go clubbing, lads. Let's go raving." Roy bawled out.

"Shut him up and get in there, Nick!" Ryan snapped

Let's go raving, thought Ryan, this was raving fucking madness stuck with taxi home one of the most disturbed drunks Man U had signed for years. Ryan sat behind the wheel and slammed the door shut and revved the car hard and roared off up the parking out ramp. The car bounced out of the top on to the assess rd and away in raced into the night at speed. Nicky and Roy had been thrown into their seats.

"Fucking hell, Giggs. Calm down, man!" protested Nicky as Ryan glanced back at him in the mirror.

"If he looks like spewing up, chuck him out in the gutter, right. I ain't no ten-pound mini-cab driver."

"Ok, Ryan, Calm down, man. I know it's fucked up our night." Nicky smiled back at Ryan and winked.

Roy sort of came to. "Where we going lads? I wanted a drink and some hot pole-dancing chicks. I want a good hard shags, boys."

"Yer all right, Roy. We know, Roy. But first you're going home to get some smart gear on and clean you up."

Nicky thought it best not to argue.

Roy laughed. "Hey, when did you boys last poke so holes hey, Nicky nick?"

Roy rubbed the top of Nick's ginger hair. "Hey, Nick you look in need of a good woman - put some colour in your cheeks."

At that point Ryan pulled down the off ramp of the motorway and round the rounder bout, sewing the car in to the side road. The motion jolted and swayed the passengers about. Roy sat up and gagged.

"Ryan. Stop man, stop! He's going to chuck his guts."

Ryan pulled the car over and sharply halted. Roy had opened the car door as Nicky pushed him out halfway in the gutter and hearth in the car. Roy sicked up the booze with a smirk on his face. Ryan looked over. That will teach the cunt, he thought.

"Don't get it on my car, Roy boy!"

Nicky smiled at Ryan. "Oh fuck, what a pig! There's pints of it. God, yuck!"

Nicky had a look of disgust on his face as Roy rolled back into the seat wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve, panting from the vomiting. "Sorry, lads."

With this sheepish apology, Nick reached across Roy and pulled the door shut as Ryan pulled away more sedately. Nicky looked at the dishevelled Roy, his ripped and torn shirt, his black 501 jeans. What a wanker, Nick thought. He could see and feel Roy shaking, even shivering. He had lost so much body heat being sick. Nick felt kind of sorry for his teammate so he slipped an arm round him and Roy snuggled up to Nick like a child as the journey continued..

Nicky suddenly realized that Roy's hand was between his legs. Nick was a little shocked. Roy had passed into a sleep but his hand was gently squeezing Nick's groin. Nicky swallowed. What the fuck to do? Roy was feeling him up and Nick was getting a stiff on.

On to Part 4