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“What’s the answer?”

“Yes.”

Félix grabbed his jacket and left the glass on the nearest table, taking my hand and leading me towards the door. We walked across the lawn towards the converted barn where we were all staying in a selection of plush bedrooms, stumbling and laughing and stopping to kiss each other every few steps. There was vodka on his lips and heat in every kiss. He was mine and I was his, and together we were each other’s one and only.

Félix was all I needed, now and forever.

And under the stars, everything was perfect.

The End

International Break

International Break

Jordan & Félix

Jordan

“Where did you get this one?” I asked, running my finger across the thin scar on Félix’s ribs. It was a pale line against his olive skin and not really noticeable unless you looked closely, like I was now.

A soft breeze curled around the thin, white curtains, making them billow gently across the bedroom floor. The breeze was a nice break from the baking heat of a Mediterranean summer, although I was probably sweatier from our most recent fuck than sitting out in the sun. Since we had a week off training between the last of the pre-season matches and the start of the new campaign, Félix had decided it was the perfect time to whisk me off on a last-minute holiday.

Part of me had wanted to complain because I kinda wanted to spend the week in the gym, making sure I was as close to full fitness as possible after my injury. I had a sneaking suspicion my boyfriend had been talking to his brother because I hadn’t even mentioned the week off. I’d come home to find Félix standing in the hall with two packed suitcases. I’d have been mad if it wasn’t so fucking adorable.

That was how I’d found myself being whisked off to a gorgeous villa by the sea on some small island off the coast of Greece. It had large, open rooms that overlooked rocky hillsides in one direction and the sparkling, azure sea in the other. It was surprisingly understated, considering it belonged to Félix’s friend Anton, who was known for his ridiculous, over-the-top taste.

The villa had a pool and a terrace too, which seemed a little pointless because the house also had a private beach that was less than a five-minute walk away. Then again, the pool was a little more secluded from view so residents of the other villas dotted along the coast wouldn’t be able to see us. Because yeah, I’d totally thought about getting Félix to fuck me on the edge of the pool or one of the huge, padded sun loungers. What was the fucking point otherwise?

Right now though, we were stretched out together in the giant bed that dominated the master suite, wrapped in white sheets while we took shelter from the afternoon sun. My skin was tacky with sweat and cooling cum, but I was too satisfied to move. At some point I’d drag myself into the enormous waterfall shower in the adjoining bathroom, but not yet.

If we stayed here long enough, I could drag Félix in too. We hadn’t had sex in the shower yet, and given its size and the fact that it had benches, it had definitely been built for fucking.

“That scar is from the time I got caught balls deep in a nice young man on the sofa by his conservative mother.” Félix chuckled ruefully. “She threw a vase at me, which was a shame because it was a nice vase.” He sighed. “Luckily for me, she had terrible aim, and it hit the table behind me. I only got caught by one of the rebounding pieces. I have to say, trying to get dressed while being called every name under the sun wasn’t a pleasant experience. Apparently, I was ‘corrupting’ her son. Which was funny because he was the one who’d sucked me off in the middle of a club the night before and told me to come home with him.” I shook my head and chuckled. Félix leant down and kissed my forehead. “Sorry, too much information?”

“Nah, you’re fine. I knew you were a man whore.”

“Says the person who decided to test out their sexuality by getting fucked in club bathrooms.” He gave me a teasing smile. I lay half-across him already, and as he smiled, he put his arm around my shoulders to pull me closer.

“Best place for it,” I said, kissing his chest. “At least I didn’t get a vase thrown at me.”

“Very true.” Félix reached down and tilted my head up for a kiss. I sighed happily as his tongue caressed my lips.

“I remember you mentioning that story the night I introduced you to my family. Well, Nan and Dad anyway.”

“Ah yes, the infamous hospital trip.”

“Hey! It wasn’t that bad.” I prodded him and settled back into his arms as his fingers caressed my spine. I always felt so at peace in his embrace, which was odd because I’d never really thought of myself as a hugely cuddly person. Cuddles were nice, don’t get me wrong, but I’d never lived for them. Now I couldn’t get enough, and all I wanted was to be wrapped up in Félix’s arms. “It could’ve been worse.”

“I suppose so,” he said. “Nobody punched anybody, so that’s a win.”

“Who the fuck punches people when they first meet them?”

“Remind me to introduce you to Tomas one day. He’s Raphael’s business partner, and the first time I met him, he slapped me because I’d broken the heart of someone he knew… maybe a member of his bar staff? I can’t remember.”

“Being slapped is not being punched.”

“It still counts.”

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