Page 251 of Off the Pitch

“Babe, you might wanna stop now ’cos this is not going well for you.” I chuckled and tilted my head to look up at him. “It’s just making you look like one of those asshole playboys.”

“I was.”

“I know. I was trying to be nice,” I said with a teasing smile. “You’re still kind of an asshole.”

“I resent that.” Félix grinned, rolling us over until he was above me. He leant down to kiss me, whispering against my lips. “I’m your asshole.”

“Obviously. And I’m yours.” He kissed me again, his hand sliding down my side to squeeze my ass. I sighed against his lips. Fuck, I loved him so much. I suddenly thought about something I’d been meaning to ask Félix for months. “You know,” I said, breaking the kiss and gazing up at him, a smirk playing across my lips, “when we were at the hospital, you said you were the worst person to ask for advice ’cos then you’d get arrested for public indecency. I wanna know how the fuck that happens when you give someone advice.”

Félix groaned dramatically, burying his head in my shoulder. “I can’t believe you remembered that. Why did I even mention it? I should’ve known you’d want to know.”

“I mean, I was just curious. But now you’ve gotta tell me, man. There’s a story there, and I want to hear it.” I laughed as Félix flopped down onto the bed next to me. Dramatic bastard. I was getting that story now, even if I had to bribe him for it.

“You’re determined to humiliate me.”

“Yeah, obviously,” I teased. “But it’s your fault for tempting me like this. You’re as bad as Micah, and he’s the biggest fucking gossip I’ve ever met. I know he knows who was hooking up in the toilets at Liam’s wedding, but he still won’t tell me. That means ithasto be good. I have no idea why he won’t tell me… unless it’s someone I know, but then he’d usually tell me anyway ’cos he can’t keep his mouth shut. Liam, Toby, Jamal, and I have got money on it, but none of us have made him crack. I’m guessing it was one of the bridesmaids.”

Félix rolled his eyes and chuckled. “You’re adorable, baby.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“If he won’t tell you, it was probably him and someone he doesn’t want you to know about. Is Micah straight?”

“I… I don’t know.” I had to think. I’d assumed he was, but then again, I’d learnt not to assume people’s sexualities over the past couple of years since I hadn’t even been sure of my own.

Micah and I had gone out clubbing together quite a few times, but I’d never really focused on who he was hooking up with. Especially once I figured out I might be bisexual. I’d been too busy trying to find sexy guys to fuck me in the toilets.

Okay, now I had a totally different set of questions for Micah when I got home.

For now, I had more pressing matters to attend to. Like why my boyfriend was avoiding telling me his story.

“Stop changing the subject,” I said, rolling onto my side to face Félix. I tried to fix him with my best determined look, but I knew I just looked gleeful. “Tell me the fucking story. How did you almost get arrested for public indecency?”

“First, I want to say that yes, I was technically arrested, but I wasn’t charged. It was more of a misunderstanding, and it was all cleared up very quickly. Even if I ended up half-naked in the back of a police car.” I snorted and Félix rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Also, I was drunk so that didn’t help anything.”

“Yeah, I gotta hear this now.” I winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll reward you for sharing your humiliation with me.”

“Oh really?” Félix’s smile darkened, a hungry gleam in his eyes. “What do I get?”

“I dunno, but it’ll probably involve the shower. I’ve been wanting to take it for a test run.” I shifted my hips slightly, letting the sheet pull across my body so Félix could see the outline of my cock through the material. “And I really need to clean up.”

“I’d be happy to help with that,” Félix said, leaning over to draw me into a kiss. His hand skimmed down my chest. “And then I’ll get you all dirty again.”

“Story first, then fucking.” I brushed his hand away.

Félix rolled his eyes. “You’re determined, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but it’s why you love me.”

“I suppose.” He chuckled. “Fine. You win.” He sighed. “Have I introduced you to Lance and Grayson? I probably should, you’d like them, and they’d love you. Anyway, I’ve known them since we were in our twenties. They run a kinky porn studio in New York these days, but when I first met them, they were just doing porn and some modelling. They’ve always been a couple though… I think they actually met doing porn.”

“You’ve got a lot of interesting friends,” I said with a smile. “They kinda make you look boring.”

“Cheeky.”

“Yep. Keep going. You and your porn friends… Wait, did you guys have a three-way or, like, an orgy or something? Oh, did you give them sex advice? Is that the advice that got you arrested?”

“No. They’ve always been adorably possessive of each other outside of work. Anyway, they’ve always thrown the best parties, even when they lived in their tiny, hovel of a flat in, like, 2007.”

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