World Cup [larry stylinson a.u.]

5.0

THE GINGER

The game continues to go as awesome as it’s been going until now. Ed and me share a few remarks along the way. I try to comment on the game and I think I’m doing pretty fine. I basically keep repeating what I hear other English speaking dudes say around us. The Ginger doesn’t seem to notice so I’m fine.

Around twenty five minutes after the second period started, Neymar scores his second goal of the match. That guy is on fire and so I am because I’ve already decided that I’d take my chance to touch him.

“Awesome,” he yells along the loud cheering coming from the stadium.

“Hell yes,” I fake a big excitement and turn to hug him. He hugs me back and I can’t help but sniff his neck when that happens. He smells so sexy.

I’ve heard Brazil is supposed to be the best at football but this match is definitely not showing it. They seem to be struggling and, weirdly, I’m suffering along with them. I want them to win because I want the Ginger to be as happy and as drunk as he could be.

“Which hotel are you staying in?” he asks me out of nowhere. Yes!

“The Ibis just a few minutes away from here, what about you?”

“No hotel,” he laughs, “I’m planning to go to a bar and wait for the time to go back to the airport.”

“Heading back to Rio tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he keeps his focus on the game, “Wanna go out tonight?”

“For sure,” I hide my creepy smile on my beer, “You could crash in my hotel if you want. No problem at all.”

“Awesome, mate,” he genuinely smiles at me. God, he is getting cuter by the minute.

The match ends with a last minute goal for Brazil. This couldn’t be going better. Everyone is enjoying the victory way too much and so am I.

I feel dizzy because all of the beer I had but everyone else seems to be even more drunk than I am, especially Ed. The streets are filled with people. Brazilians are good at dancing, I was right. I don’t know what ever happened to them during the opening ceremony but the way the ladies and, even the men, move their hips is absolutely amazing. I check on Ed as we watch the crowd dance and he, obviously, keeps his eyes focused on some chick’s ass. I like that.

“Let’s keep walking so we enter a bar or something,” I tell him.

“I think I need a break from drinking for a while,” he laughs, “It’s too early to be this drunk.”

“How about we head to my hotel to take a quick nap?” I quickly regret my idea because I need him to be super wasted so I can have a shot.

“That’d be awesome.”

We enter my room and he automatically loses his shirt. The dude has no idea I’m gay, for sure. He is definitely not the type of guy I usually fancy but I’m so into him right now that I don’t even care his few extra pounds. He is so masculine and that makes him very very hot. Plus he is a ginger and I’ve always had a thing for gingers.

I lose my shirt too and he doesn’t even stare but I don’t care, a few extra shots and I’d be looking better than fucking Beyoncé to him. The tourist was right, this guy is straight as a pole but, as I said before, I love a challenge.

“So you have a girlfriend?” I check on my previous guess.

“Yes,” he seems annoyed, “She is killing me with texts and calls since I got here.”

“Bummer.”

“I know. What about you? Any girls back in the UK?”

“No girls at all,” I wink an eye, “I’m free as a bird.”

“Good. You are going to get some ass tonight then.”

“Hopefully,” I am being honest, hopefully the one attached to his back, “You gonna tell me that you are a faithful guy?”

“I am but it doesn’t count when you are in a different continent, does it?”

“Amen to that.”

I wake up from our short nap and I check on the ginger, who is sleeping on the couch. He seems to have a boner and I’m fancying the size of that bulge. I’d take him right there but I need him to be wasted to make that move.

We leave the hotel a few minutes later and enter the first fun looking bar we find. He orders beer and I decide to switch to vodka with sprite, one of my favorites drinks and, probably, the only one that doesn’t give me an awful hangover, as long as it’s Ciroc of course. I can’t handle cheep alcohol.

It doesn’t take that long for Ed to look wasted again. I look around and there are not many girls in there so I come up with a great idea. I hit the men’s room and check Google on my phone. The nearest gay bar is just two blocks away from where we are and that’s our destination.

“Hey Ed, listen,” I walk to him, “Why don’t we leave this place? There are no girls here.”

“That’s the attitude, man,” he replies as he squeezes my shoulders. Strong hands.

“Let’s take some shots before we leave,” I turn to the barman, “Alcohol seems to be cheaper here,” I lie, “Four shots of Jaggermeister.”

“Jagger?” the ginger looks surprised, “You not kidding around, Harry. I like that.”

I only take a sip of each shot but I make sure the Ginger takes his two shots completely. He does and I practically have to drag him out of that place.

It’s not hard at all to take him where I want to take him. He asks no questions and I give no explanation whatsoever. Bubu. I spot my chosen destination and I couldn’t be happier about it. There’s no line at the front but the place seems crowded enough from the outside.

“How about that one over there?” I ask him.

“Looks cool,” he mumbles. He is so fucked up and I feel like an evil monster but it’s not like I’m planning to hurt him. Well, a little bit maybe but he’ll like it once he adjusts. I’m very good with beginners.

We enter the place and, as I can see a lot of girls around, I hold no fear for him finding out what my plan is soon. I rush to take us both to the bar to keep him in the mood and all men’s eyes are on us. Gay people can smell masculinity from kilometers away. I make no eye contact with any of them and neither does Ed.

We fill our glasses with more alcohol and I start to, shyly, grind closer to him. We head to the dance floor and he seems to be having as much fun as I am. He is so oblivious of where we are and he is so convinced that I’m straight as a pole as well so he holds nothing when it comes to dancing together.

“Two dudes dancing together drives the ladies crazy,” he innocently comments.

I laugh but I feel bad about it. I’m a bad bad person but I couldn’t care less.

We are both drunk, Ed more than I. I could swear he is horny and so am I, as always. And we are at Bubu. Nothing could go wrong.

Because what happens at a gay bar, stays at a gay bar.

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