Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 00:08:22 +0200 From: Frank Carter Subject: Owen and Gerrard are still inlove Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy this story and I hope that it makes you horny as hell for these two sexy footballers. Please let me know whether or not it made you cum, and what I can do to make my stories even more hotter, because Michael Owen and Steven Gerrard makes me so fucking hard just to mention there names. Infact, ive got a hard on right now... Anyway I hope I do a good job. Mail can be sent to frankcarter07@gmail.com OWEN AND GERRARD STILL IN LOVE Michael Owen was left frustrated and drinking vodka once more since he did not even get off the bench during Manchester United's game with Portsmouth at Fratton Park. He didn't quite know what to make of this, he knew that opportunities would be limited at United, but still...He also felt guilty as hell for not doing better against Besiktas on Wednesday night when he did nothing to prevent United lose their 23 match unbeaten home record. Michael was fucked out of his mind, and even more so because he couldn't stop thinking about...Michael stood up and threw his glass against the wall of the room. What the hell was he supposed to do? He sat down again on his expensive piece of furniture and placed his face in his hands. He wasn't a violent person. Lots of people had speculated in highschool that he was gay, for being too beautiful. Even some of the boys in the locker rooms after PE thought that Michael Owen was...handsome and good looking. Hey, just because a guy is straight, he can use his eyes and see that another bloke is pretty good looking. Michael did have a lot of good times in joining Manchester United, when he scored the winner in stoppage time against their biggest rivals and reuniting with good friends such as Wayne Rooney, Gary Neville and Michael Carricn to name but a few. But reuniting can also come at a hefty cost, and recently, when United played Liverpool at Anfield, Michael Owen came face to face with the one person he had loved half of his life, the one person that had always stood by him, and the very same player that shook him off his feet at the tender age of 20. Michael stood up and took up the stairs to his and Louise's bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed and felt his shoulders start to shake as he thought back to that night in Holland, when Euro 2000 was on the minds of the English team and the elimination of the Three Lions that led to the night that Michael Owen and Steven Gerrard did what they never thought they ever would... JUNE 2000 Steven and Michael had become good friends over the past two years. They had a lot in common and while Michael had already established his place as a semi England legend, scoring that fantastic goal in the World Cup against Argentina two years before, Steven Gerrard was still making his case for England and Liverpool. The two were really comfortible with each other and while in Holland during the Euro 2000 compitition, as it is with good young friends of the same club and statue, they spent a lot of time doing training and sight seeing together. Well the scenario was that England had to defeat Portugal or face elimination from the tounament. And the fact was even though England played really well, they were eliminated in the group phase, which was an absalute humiliation since they were tipped as favorites to win the tournament. When they returned to their rooms, Michael, who was sharing with Steven, just threw himself onto the bed and started crying. Steven, who had become very fond of Michael, went over to him and placed his hand on Michael's shoulder. "Hey you did the best you can, Mikey! What's with this crying mate?" Michael looked up from his pillow with tear drenched eyes and wiped his hair from his eyes. "You even have to ask, Stevie? This is the second tournament that was a shitting let down for me! What the hell do I need to do to win a stinking tournament?" Steven definetly did not know Michael like this. But he kinda understood why Michael was reacting like this. The press was gonna crusify them. "Yeah mate, there's nothing we can do now. We need to put that behind us." Michael stood up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom where he washed his face and entered the room once more with a towel. "You wanna do something or go to sleep? It's cool whatever." "Yeah, I think we better take a rest mate, because I don't think anyone is gonna be in the mood for fun and games tonight." Alright, night Stevie." "Night, Mikey." Steven was woken up somewhere about four in the morning by a certain noise in the room. It couldn't be a thug breaking in, could it? No, the noise came infact from across the room, it came from Michael. Steven rushed oer as quick as he could, fuck he was afraid that Mikey was having some kind of attack. He jumped on Michael's bed and shook him awake. "Michael! Mike! Wake up!" "Wh...leave me alone! Fuck off...oh Stevie it's you. Shit mate, I had a terrible dream. Jeez Stevie I'm still shaking here." Steven did what he thought was best at that time, and climbed into bed with Michael and drew him closer to him. Michael was really shaking. "You mind telling me what it was about, mate?" Michael's entire body felt cold and nervy and he enjoyed Steven's arms around him as he thought about the dream. "I...I dreamt that Dave, Gaz, Scholesy and...you were beating me up with baseball bats because if me not scoring in the match, you were screaming you're gonna kill me..." Steven sighed and held Michael more tightly. How on Earth could Michael think that he would ever harm him? Michael Owen was his best friend! Steven felt very protective of Mikey as they layed in the bed. He shuddered when he felt Michael's arm go around his and holding him aswell. "Thanks Stevie. I'm such a poof! Jeez look at me! Boys look up to me and for fucksake look at me! I have to be calmed by my teammate after having a bad dream!" "Mikey, please I don't mind. Really mate you're helped me so much with the club and everything. You're everything to me, mate. I've never had a better friend." Michael Owen looked up and sat up straight in the bed. Why was he close to crying! A bloke does NOT cry! The emotional agony of England going out, the dream, the nice things that Stevie had just told him, everything had just come to this and he leaned over to hug his best friend. There was something to it, to a guy having a best friend. Somethings you can share and experience with them which you can't with anyone else. He felt Stevie grip him hard, and both could feel the love that both felt for one another. Stevie released Michael when he felt that something was not quite right with the way that he was feeling. Michael looked into his eyes and Steven felt so...warm and weird at the same time...it was so shit and so weird, no this could not be...Michael still had some tears in his eyes and Steven just could not help himself. There was nothing that could have stopped him, he reached out and wiped away the tear ever so slowly and gently. Michael's face went from shock, to comfusion, to fear and finally they both smiled at each other. Michael did his bit and caressed Steven's cheek. "You're my best friend, Steven," he said before he did the unthinkible for every Liverpool and England supporter and kissed Stevie. Steven moaned as he felt Michael's love seeping through him. The kiss was short, about 30 seconds bit to both of the sexy young footballers, something so weird and unexpected it felt like an eternity. "Mike...what was that?" Steven asked and hoped that Michael could answer, because he sure as hell did not know what had just happened. Michael leaned into Steven again. "I don't know...Stevie I just feel so...I just feel this love for you, mate. And trust me when I say that I've never done this before, but this feeling I have for you...mate I'm sorry. Let's just get some sleep and tomorrow we will never speak of this again." Steven Gerrard quickly grabbed Michael's hand and placed it on his chest. "Mike...fell that? That's my heart mate. And it's beating for you. I never thought I would say this to another bloke, but I get shivers when I look at you. Mike, have someone ever told you so really so fucking beautiful? Blimey that sounds so gay, but you know what? I don't care! Can I kiss you, Mikey? I really want to, mate..." Michael leaned closer to Steven and placed his head on Steven's chest for a moment. Then he looked up. "Sure Stevie. You can kiss me all you want, mate. Steven caressed Michael's neck as he placed his lips carefully on his best friend's. This was nothing that they ever experienced. Sure they kissed Louise and Alex respectively but still, nothing came close to this. The passion that flown through that kiss was electrifying. Michael and Steven both gasped for breath as the kiss ended and Michael simply placed his head on Steven's chest. Steven kissed the top of Michael's head and sight with content. Michael fell back to sleep with his arms around the chest of his best buddy. Just 4 days later Steven and Michael got their first chance to be alone since that night. Michael let Steven know that Louise would be spending the day with her girls and that allowed Steven to come over. Ofcourse nothing would be thought of Steven coming to to chill with Michael, but now things were different. Michael heard the doorbell ring and rushed to the door to open it. "Steven! Fuck dude I've missed you!" Michael screamed and hugged Steven tightly. Steven let out a moan that can only be frustration from not seeing Michael that led to him grabbing Michael by his face and kissing him so real and passionately after which he buried his face in Michael's neck. "Mikey, Mikey, I've missed you so much..." "Steve, I can't go on like this mate. I can't keep Louise happy and shit when I feel like this about you! Louise wants to start having sex, and I'm afraid im gonna do something pants! I don't know what the fuck to do, man!" "Michael, now you listen to me. I've been thinking a lot during these past couple of days. There's a reason that we became such good friends in the first place. I...Michael Owen I love you. I love you so much and I kinda think I always have. Mate, except my parents you're the most important person in my life and I don't know how much more I can take this." "You take the words out of my mouth, Stevie. I feel so happy and alive when I'm with you. The point is...what do we do about this? We can't let anyone find out about this, Steven. Can you think what will happen? I don't even wanna go there." "Think we can keep our love secret, Mikey?" "It's gonna be hard, mate. I know a guy loving another guy is wrong, and footballers being gay...Dude I love you. I'm not letting you go!" 2009 Michael sat up after reliving the past happenings. That was it. There was nothing to it. They declared their love to eachother almost 10 years ago. And they were still on the same problem, they couldn't be together. Just because gay love was not understood, two people that shared the greatest love imaginable were prevented that because of people's fucked up views. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Michael dragged himself upwards and walked to the door. He opened it. "Aren't you gonna invite me in, sexy?" Michael smiled his first smile of that Sunday afternoon as he grabbed Steven and kissed him while running his hands through the Liverpool man's hair. "This is getting crazy Steven. I love you so fucking much. Don't try and stop me, man. I want you. For the first time. I want us to make love, Stevie. I want you to make love to me." "Are you sure, Mikey? You never wanted us to do this?" "Dude, I thought it was wrong, I am married with kids and so are you...but who are we to stand in the way of true love? I love you, Steven Gerrard. "I love you too, Michael Owen. You don't know how much." "Oh, I think I do...because I love you more!" Michael and Steven walked up to Michael and Louise's bedroom and kissed eachother once more before closing the door. CLIFFHANGER! I want your ideas of what you guys want Steven and Michael to do. I really wanna make this a story of pure love between them. Haven't we all thought that Michael and Steven had more than friendly love between them? Please give me a little note on the story at frankcarter07@gmail.com