Page 247 of Off the Pitch

“Please, Félix,” he said, as I slowly bottomed out, allowing him to stretch around me. “Fuck me.”

“See,” I said. “You can ask nicely.”

Jordan’s laugh melted into a groan of delight as I began to move, slowly at first but rapidly building up until I was slamming into him, loving the way he fell apart underneath me. My lips found his in a desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue.

“Love you. So fucking much,” I groaned.

“Yes, fuck. Love you too,” Jordan whined as I tilted my hips, tagging his prostate with every thrust. “Shit, right there.”

I slowed for a moment sitting back and lifting his hips slightly so I could watch him writhe on the mattress as I fucked him. I could already feel my orgasm building, but I wanted to watch him come first.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come for me.”

Jordan obeyed, wrapping his fingers around his cock and jacking it fast and hard, crying out as his orgasm barrelled through him. Cum splashed over his stomach, decorating his skin with thick, white stripes as his hole clenched around me. A feeling of possession swept through me, and I pulled out, lowering his hips to the bed as I quickly discarded the condom, grasped my cock tightly, and stroked myself quickly until my orgasm washed over me, painting Jordan’s skin with my cum. I loved the way it looked—both of our releases marking his skin—and something inside me hummed with satisfaction.

Jordan chuckled weakly, looking at me and then down at his stomach. “Possessive much?”

“Sorry,” I said, lying down next to him, unable to take my eyes off him.

“No, you’re not.” He snorted. “It’s hot. I’m definitely gonna need a shower though.”

“I’ll join you,” I said. “In a minute. When I can move.”

“Yeah, I’m not going yet.” I opened my arms, and he slid into my side, lying sprawled out across the bed with his head on my shoulder. “I really do love you, you know.”

“I love you too,” I said. I leant down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then another to his nose, then a final one to his lips. “You really are incredible.”

“Thanks. You too.” We lay like that for a while, exchanging soft, lazy kisses. I didn’t really want to do anything else for the rest of the day.

Jordan didn’t either. So once we’d showered, we spent the afternoon curled up in bed, watching Netflix, making out, and swapping lazy blowjobs. We ignored our phones, giving ourselves one afternoon to pretend the outside world didn’t exist.

Later that evening, Jordan switched his phone on and laughed at all the notifications as he dismissed them.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow,” he said. “Come here.” He snuggled into my side again, pulling up his camera. “Smile.”

He grinned happily as he examined the series of selfies, fiddling around with Instagram filters as I flicked through movies on Netflix, trying to decide what we should watch next.

“Here,” he said, showing me the photo. “Cute, right?”

It was. Jordan looked so happy and relaxed, and for once, so did I. It wasn’t posed or planned, just natural. He’d captioned it with a little heart emoji and a couple of LGBTQ hashtags, including one that just said #bisexual.

“Just in case anyone thinks we’re just friends,” he said. “Are you okay if I share this?”

“Bit late now. Everyone knows,” I said chuckling and giving him a kiss.

“Yeah, but I wanna do it on my own terms too.”

“Then do it.” He hit Post, then turned his phone off, throwing it on the bed.

The next morning, when he checked, the photo had over two million likes. We were also trending on Twitter. And we were all over the news as well… worldwide.

Jordan grinned, flicking through some of the comments and bursting into laughter as he read them.

“This is amazing,” he said. “Shit. Everyone thinks it’s awesome.”

“I’m glad,” I said, rolling over in bed to wrap myself around him and read over his shoulder. He was naked and warm, and I couldn’t help pulling him against me. The knot in my stomach began to untie as we read things, and sure, not all of it was positive, but there seemed to be an outpouring of love and support from all over the world.

“Look, we made the frontpage,” Jordan said. “And the back one. Of, like, every newspaper. Mate, Christian’s gonna love this. He’s only mentioned in the text. He’s gonna love not being the centre of attention on this.”

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