Page 192 of Off the Pitch

Fuck, Dani was right. I needed to get laid.

I was bouncing around, full of nervous energy, and I needed to burn some of it off. I wound up in the kitchen, trying to work out how to pass half an hour. It was already nearly seven, and I hadn’t eaten. Like most of the guys at the club, I had a personal chef. But Ant was off today, and I’d been left to fend for myself. Or as Ant had put it, I just had to heat up the containers he’d left in the fridge.

Pulling the fridge open, I looked at the array of tubs and tried to figure out how much was in them. I didn’t know if Félix had eaten, but there wouldn’t be any harm in making enough for the two of us. It seemed kinda rude to make dinner for myself but not him.

The tub nearest to me seemed to have some sort of vegetable mix in it, and the one below it had something I thought was chicken. But it was all single portions. Which made sense since I was the only person who lived here, and I usually gave Ant a heads up if Liam was coming over. I closed the fridge and pulled open the freezer, rummaging through the drawers to see what I had.

Bingo. There was a huge tub of my grandma’s chicken curry from last weekend. She didn’t seem to trust Ant to feed me properly, so she always sent me home with huge tubs of leftovers. There was definitely enough here for Félix and me, and I could easily make some rice to go with it. I wasn’t Christian levels of incompetent in the kitchen. At least I could cook pasta.

I just had to hope Félix didn’t mind spicy food.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and I answered it to find Félix standing on the doorstep looking as devastatingly handsome as always. He was wearing his customary dark jeans and long coat, and I caught a glimpse of a white shirt underneath it. It made me want to drop to my knees in the hallway and pull out his cock, sucking a load out of him before we even made it into the house.

“Hey,” said Félix. He stepped through the door and shrugged off his coat, revealing a fitted white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top buttons undone, showing hints of his toned chest. It was so casually sexy I couldn’t stop myself from staring, even though I’d seen him wearing similar things a hundred times already. I was starting to think dark jeans and white shirts were going to become some sort of sexual trigger for me. If so, that was going to lead to some really awkward boners very fucking quickly. I wondered if his wardrobe had anything else in it.

“Something smells good,” Félix continued, giving me a questioning eyebrow raise. “Did you just have dinner?”

“Nah, I haven’t eaten yet,” I said with a shrug. I turned and made my way into the kitchen. I was already wearing a pair of grey jogging bottoms I knew made my ass look fantastic. I also knew Félix would follow me just so he could keep looking at it. “One of my best mates, Dani, was over today and she only just left to go have dinner with her family.”

“Best friend Dani as in first girlfriend Dani?” Félix asked. “As in the one I have to thank for turning you into the fabulous bottom you are?” I’d told Félix about Dani last week when I mentioned she was coming down from Manchester. I’d mentioned it in a kind of roundabout way because I wanted to tell Félix I was bi, and that seemed to be the only way my brain could think of to do it. Félix had just smiled casually as if it wasn’t a big deal, which had been a bit of a relief. I’d met a few guys who seemed to think being bisexual was just me not wanting to commit to being properly gay. Assholes.

I laughed. “I think there’s probably a lot of guys at a couple of clubs you’d be better off thanking.”

“But Dani was the one who started it,” Félix said with a chuckle. “So she deserves all the credit.”

“She’d love that.”

“Did you tell her about us then?” Félix asked, giving me a wry smile. I wasn’t sure how he’d known that I’d told her. I’d never met anyone who’d been able to read me that easily.

“She guessed. I got my ass handed to me atSuper Smash Bros.enough that she knew I was distracted. She said I needed a good dicking.”

Félix snorted. He stepped closer to me, crowding me up against the counter. “I think I can help with that.” He put his hands on my hips and pulled me against him. A little groan slipped from my lips. “You know,” he continued, lips ghosting against my ear, “next time remind me to bring some toys for us to play with. I’ve got something in my suitcase I think you’ll love.”

I swallowed, trying to play it cool. “What makes you think I’ll like your toys?”

“I know how much you love being filled up and stretched wide. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how much you beg and plead for me to fill you up, how much you moan when I’m deep inside you.” My breath hitched, a little shiver running across my skin. It was ridiculously tempting to send him back to the hotel to fetch his toys now. I’d never used many toys before, but I thought I could get on board with the idea pretty fucking quickly. I pressed close to him so he could feel the line of my hard cock against his thigh through the thin material of my joggers. There was a dark glint in his eye that promised so many delicious things. But I had another hunger that needed to be sated first.

“I look forward to it,” I said, putting my hand on his chest and gently pushing him away. “But first, dinner.”

“Dinner?” Félix looked confused. It was the first time I’d seen him like that, and it was cute.

“Like I said, Dani was here so I didn’t have time to eat. I thought we could have dinner first. Then you can fuck me.” We’d had a couple of meals together, but it had all been room service or takeaways, not restaurants. That would have felt too much like dating. This was the first time I’d cooked for him too. Although I wasn’t convinced reheating curry and making rice really counted as cooking.

“Sure.” He nodded and gave me an easy smile. “Sounds good. What are you making?”

“Technically, I haven’t made anything.” I picked up an old wooden spoon off the side to stir the curry that was bubbling gently on the hob. “This is my grandma’s chicken curry. She always sends me home with a fuck ton of leftovers whenever I go over to hers for dinner. I mean, I’ve got a private chef who manages my nutrition plan, but I don’t think she trusts him. She did teach him how to make a proper Jamaican fish curry once, so she can’t hate him that much.” I chuckled and shook my head at the memory of poor Ant trying to chop chillies while Nan stood next to him watching every move he made. I don’t think any of his culinary school training had prepared him for my Jamaican grandmother. “She told him he was doing it all wrong, but she tells everyone that. She actually let him finish making it, so I considered that a win. Most of the time when I try to cook for her, she takes over halfway through and then bollocks me for getting it wrong! I’m better than my dad though. She won’t even let him near the kitchen ’cos he accidentally destroyed her favourite frying pan when I was a kid.”

Félix laughed. It was a rich, warm sound that sent a wave of heat rippling through me. I’d always liked making people laugh, but somehow this felt different. I just couldn’t put my finger on why.

“My grandmother was the same,” Felix said, leaning against the counter. “I don’t think I survived one cooking lesson with her. My natural talents don’t lie in the kitchen apparently.”

I sniggered and raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be rude,” he said, trying to be serious although the smile playing on his lips gave him away. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Ooh, spank me, Daddy,” I said, snorting and sticking out my ass, then laughing when Félix tried to swat me. “You have terrible aim.”

“You’re just a brat.”

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