Page 20 of Pitch Prince

I took all the offending items and threw them into the bedside drawer, the dildo hardly fitting. “That looks like a challenge,” I said without thinking. I heard Callum splutter behind me.

“A challenge?” he said. “That’s like a fist!”

“Well someone hasn’t been on the kinkier sides of PornHub,” I said. Callum went red from neck to ears. “Sorry. Too much?”

“No, no. I’ve heard worse on rugby tours. It’s just weird to hear it from…”

“A gay perspective?” I asked when he tailed off. Callum nodded slowly like he was afraid of offending me, and I smirked back at him.

“I’m the only gay member of our rugby team,” I said to him. “And yet I seem to remember being one of very few not involved in ‘arse-shots’ a few weeks back. Or when Finn decided that he wanted to judge the foreskin Olympics. And yes, that’s as disgusting as it sounds.”

Callum laughed. “God, I stay away from all thatlads lads ladsnow. Too old.”

There was silence for a few minutes as we both unpacked. “Ready for the hardest six weeks of your life?” Callum asked.

“I’m fucking ready,” I said.

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Chapter Ten - Callum

My alarm buzzed for the first day and I rolled over to turn it off. The bed was ridiculously comfortable, warm cotton sheets pulled up to my chest…and I had morning wood. As always. Which wouldn’t be a problem if Rhys Prince wasn’t already awake, stood in the kitchen in a pair of boxer-briefs which left nothing to the imagination.

Fuck. My. Life.Looking at the smooth globes of his arse, I knew I was living every gay man’s dream. And my own worst nightmare. I was achingly hard, I needed to pee and had no way of getting out of bed without him seeing me.

He looked over from where he was filling the kettle with water. “Oh, you’re up. Cuppa?

“Yep, I’m up.” I was very much up in more than one way than one, but he didn’t need to know that. “Are cups of tea your religion or something?”

“I can do you a coffee if you’re going to complain,” he muttered with a smile.

“No, no. Tea is fine if that’s what you’re making,” I replied. Rhys was somehow better looking in the morning than he was in the evening, and I felt jealous as hell. My ginger hair tended to stick at every angle and I felt like a zombie til I’d gotten up and had a shower. His hair was messed up like it had been done for a modelling shoot, and he hummed to himself as he boiled the kettle.

He turned away to fill up the cups, and I sensed my brief window of opportunity. I jumped out of bed and made a run toward the bathroom.

“Woah there Speedy Gonzales,” Rhys said, one arm reaching out to snag my own and stopping me in my tracks. “Watch out for the sink in the bathroom, the tap squirts out everywhere…”

He tailed off as he noticed the elephant in the room. For just a second, his eyes honed in on my cock as it strained against my boxer shorts. Then he looked back up into my eyes and I felt for a second like he wanted to say something. His attention was doing nothing to help my morning wood go down, and his hand was still touching my arm. Up close, the smooth plane of Rhys’ chest and abs were almost irresistible, and his boxers were cupping the front of him just right…

“Sorry,” he finally said, dropping my arm. I didn’t think I imagined him glancing back down though.

“It’s morning,” I grunted in explanation, then ran to the toilet as quickly I could.

I stood over the toilet willing my hard-on to go down, and it took a solid five minutes before I could go back into the main room. Just before I did, I washed my hands and managed to splash myself with the tap that Rhys had warned me about. Not only had he seen my hard in, it now looked like I’d pissed myself. Rhys was still in his boxers and drinking a cup of tea on his bed, the stuffed lion under his head as an extra pillow.

For a second, neither of us spoke. And then Rhys went to sip his tea andsnorted.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he chuckled. “Just don’t feel like you have to be freaked out about…all that,” he gestured in the vague direction of my groin. “I’ve seen it all before, we all get morning wood. It’s just lucky for me I’m always up before my alarm goes off so you wouldn’t have seen me. If we’re staying in the same room for six weeks, we’re going to see a hell of a lot more of each other than that.”

I picked up my tea and sat cross legged on the bed, facing Rhys. His face turned a little more serious at my lack of response.

“I don’t want to ask this…” Rhys started, “but you’re not ashamed…or shy, or anything…because I’m gay, right?”

“Oh! God no!” I said, way too quickly.

“Good. It’s just…there have been times in my life when other rugby players have judged me for it. In the school squad some of the boys asked if they could get changed away from me. When I first joined Cardiff professionally there were enough news articles about it that my mum hid from me…now I’m here, at the pinnacle, I don’t want that.”

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