Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
ADAM
Adam woke up in Jonas’ arms. His favourite way to start the day. Jonas must have sensed this because he tightened his hold.
“Morning,” he murmured.
“Morning.”
Jonas stroked Adam’s freshly shaven head.
“Why do you keep your hair so short?” Jonas asked.
“Because we’re not all born with gorgeous thick dark locks like you.”
Jonas’ stroking became more insistent. “I think you should grow it out.”
Adam squirmed out of Jonas’ grasp and sat up. “Not a chance, sunshine. It’s a curly mop.”
“I’d need photo evidence.”
Adam shook his head. “Dream on.”
Jonas pulled Adam toward him and kissed his head.
At that moment, Adam would have given a sizeable part of his fortune to be able to spend the rest of the day like that.
But alas, it wasn’t to be. Titans of the Premier League, Manchester United were visiting Brockton Park that afternoon.
“Big day today.”
“Imagine if Steven saw us now. I bet poor Udo has to sleep in the spare room the night before a match,” Jonas said.
“Oh he does,” Adam replied. “I can confirm that.”
Jonas was right though. Javier and Steven would have his balls if they knew he’d flouted the no sex before a match rule.
He reached across and massaged Jonas’ dormant cock.
“What are you up to?” Jonas asked.
“Just checking your responses.”
As if by magic, Jonas’ cock hardened in his hand.
“We can’t the morning of a game,” Jonas said.
Adam scooted over so he was on top of Jonas. “What about if we take it slowly?”
He gasped as Jonas ran his fingertips along his arms.
“That might be permissible.”
Adam scrambled up so he sat back on his heels. The whole of Jonas’ beautiful body lay before him. He palmed his own erection.
Would he ever tire of this sight?
He bent forward and stroked Jonas. In silence and with care, he rediscovered every part of Jonas’ skin that was available to him. He smiled to himself when he saw Jonas’ hard-on straining. He’d purposefully avoided that area.
Then he stopped. Jonas was watching him. His eyes filled with trust.
“I really care for you,” Adam said.
Deep down he wanted to tell Jonas he loved him but that really could fuck things up before one of their most important matches.
“Show me.”
Adam leant down and took the whole of Jonas in his mouth. This made Jonas squirm and cry out. The need to taste Jonas overwhelmed Adam. He sucked hard. His lips plunging up and down the shaft. Already salty precum danced on his tongue.
“I won’t take long,” Jonas warned.
This only served to make Adam work harder at his goal. With one hand he gently massaged Jonas’ balls. With the other, he reached up and played with Jonas’ nipple.
At that moment, all Adam could focus on was giving Jonas pleasure.
Jonas ran his hands over Adam’s head. The friction from his newly cut hair sending tingles down Adam’s spine.
“Oh fuck,” Jonas stammered. “I’m going to come.”
Adam kept up the pace. He wanted this more than anything.
Then Jonas’ body went prone and he cried out. “Knulla.”
Thick spurts of come spilled onto Adam’s tongue. It was warm from Jonas’ body and it turned Adam on that it was inside his own system.
He reached for his cock and sought his own climax. Jonas was shuddering as the final throes of the orgasm swept through him.
Adam moved back. Jonas’ eyes darted to Adam’s cock.
“Come for me,” he instructed.
He lay back and watched as Adam massaged his own cock. Their eyes were locked. Then from nowhere the rush of warning hit him.
“Oh yeah,” he managed.
Then he came. Pleasure ignited within him and he fell forward, supporting himself with one hand. He juddered as the pleasure swept over him. Gently slowing and leaving him breathless.
“Shit,” he said when he’d regained control. “Even when we’re taking it easy, we’re fucking amazing.”
Adam joined Jonas and Udo at the centre line. They were playing Manchester United at home. A match none of them expected to win. However, they had managed to hold the iconic team at nil-nil. A draw wouldn’t be too bad but Adam never stopped craving success.
“We need a bit of luck,” Adam said.
There were fifteen minutes left to play. It was mid-October and a cold wind blew. The supporters were wrapped up in hats and scarves. The temperature didn’t matter to Adam when fired up. They had come close to a goal twice and he could almost taste it.
Jonas caught his eye and nodded.
In the week since the christening, they had barely seen each other. Adam hated pushing Jonas away. But he’d explained he had no intention to become the next Udo and Steven and he meant it.
“Give me the space I need,” Jonas said.
It was a barbed comment. Adam ignored it.
The referee blew the whistle and the ball came back into play. Alex Johnstone, United’s midfielder, had possession and was lining up a run toward Brockton’s goal.
Not today.
Adam flew toward him at a pace that surprised himself. Perhaps sex in the morning had given him a hunger he didn’t usually have. In his peripheral vision, he saw Udo tracking him.
Between the two of them, they would get that ball up to United’s goal where Tito or Ewen would be waiting. They had practiced this endlessly over the last few days.
The wind rushed through his ears as he came upon his opponent. Expertly, Adam got his foot to the ball and seized it.
“Bastard,” the player grunted.
Adam wasn’t up for a discussion. He managed to gain control and sliced the ball toward a waiting Udo.
Farther up the field, two defenders marked Tito. Ewen had one lurking around. Neither were the target. They just needed to convince United’s defenders that was their plan.
Udo surged toward Ewen. In the meantime, Adam and Jonas sprinted up the right wing. Udo was one of the fastest midfielders Adam had played with.
Turf flew up as his boots dug into the ground. He kept the ball close to him. Choosing smaller kicks rather than more powerful strikes. It made it almost impossible for a clean tackle.
The crowd went silent as the players moved into position. The anticipation rumbled around Adam’s system.
Stay focused.
He came level with Udo now. Another defender had come to shut Ewen down.
Two defenders per striker? Sloppy.
Udo appeared to be lining up a shot to Ewen. The crowd were screaming now. Adam couldn’t make out the words. Probably for the best.
Suddenly Udo kicked the ball to his right before a midfielder came to shut him down. The two sportsmen clashed, sending Udo flailing to the floor. It came too late. The pass was made beautifully.
The ball landed ahead of Udo. In perfect position for Jonas to sprint from the sidelines. He picked it up and charged down the centre of the pitch.
Two defenders tried to get themselves in his way far too late. Jonas booted the ball with all his might. The speed was breathtaking.
The goalkeeper dived to block it but slipped on the damp grass and went down far too early. The ball stayed out of his reach as it shot into the net.
Noise hit them like a sledgehammer as the crowd leapt to their feet as one. Jonas ran and threw himself into Adam’s arms.
“Brilliant,” Adam cried.
He held him tight. They’d barely touched each other for a week and he’d missed this so much. Adam inhaled the smell of Jonas. Musky and sweaty. It was everything he wanted.
Then he realised that twenty thousand eyes were watching them. He stood away from Jonas and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Nice one,” he said.
Jonas nodded and allowed the other lads to congratulate him.
Adam beckoned Ingvar and Colin over. “You defend that goal like your fucking lives depend upon it.”
Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to survive against the titans of Manchester United who got a further two goals past Goran.
Eventually, the ref blew the final whistle. Brockton had put up a valiant effort and no one could really criticise their performance against a vastly superior side.
Jonas and Udo ran up to Adam as they were walking off. They all clapped to the crowd. Most returned the gesture. Yet still a large amount remained with their arms folded and scowls on their faces.
They all filed into the tunnel.
“Jonas, you can do press,” Adam said.
“That’s my decision to make,” Javier interjected. “I need a quick word with both of you.”
Udo frowned.
“You okay?” he whispered to Adam.
“No idea.”
A dark cloud of dread had appeared. It cut through the elation from moments ago like a sword. Adam glanced nervously at Jonas.
With little choice, they followed Javier into his office.
Javier perched on the end of the desk.
“Well done on the goal, Jonas,” he began. “I agree with Adam. You should do the press.”
Jonas nodded.
“Are you sleeping together?” Javier asked.
Adam almost choked. “What?”
Javier had his eyes trained on both of them at the same time.
“I think you heard. I’ve had to have a similar conversation like this recently so forgive the direct approach. It is a simple yes or no.”
Adam didn’t dare look at Jonas. He also wasn’t going to stand there and deny it in front of him.
“It’s more than sleeping,” Adam said. “And absolutely nothing I want to discuss. I can’t speak for Jonas.”
Javier turned to Jonas. “Well?”
“I agree with Adam.”
“Fucking hell!” Javier shouted. “Will I be screwing Colin by the end of this bloody season?”
“I don’t think it’s mandatory, Boss,” Adam replied.
Javier shook his head. “Do you intend to go public?”
“No,” they both said in unison.
“That’s something I suppose. I have no desire to have the media crawling over everything again. I’m not sure Howard’s heart can take another onslaught.”
Adam frowned. “It’s not only that. I’m the captain. The lads are cool with Udo and Steven. They might not be with me.”
Javier stopped and considered that for a second. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have had such an outburst. Of course you’re within your rights to be together. I’ll keep it to myself. Steven suspects but I can put him off the scent.”
Adam shrugged. “Udo knows so it won’t be end of the world to let him in on it.”
“Who else is privy to this information?”