Page 40 of Playing the Game
“I’ve had the odd close call. Nothing too crazy. Gutless, eh?”
“Not at all. Bloody hell, you must have shit yourself with this gay invasion.”
Adam roared with laughter. This set Jonas off.
“I suppose in a way Udo, and now you three, have inspired me. I’m not saying I’m going public because I’m not.”
Nothing like being honest I suppose.
“I don’t blame you,” Jonas replied. “After what happened to Udo and Steven last year, any of us would be crazy to have a fling this season. Mind you, I think Tito’s befriending most of the men in Brockton and the surrounding area. I hear things.”
Adam shuddered. “That’s not me.”
“Oh yeah. I’m sure.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You’re a playboy, Adam. We can’t even go for an Italian meal without running into one of your conquests.”
“Nine women and six men.”
“What is?”
“My body count. I bet yours is more.”
He was right about that. Jonas had no intention in returning that information. He’d enjoyed himself in his twenties.
“Maybe.”
They reached Adam’s gates. Jonas tensed.
“Well?” Adam asked.
Adam was promising Jonas precisely nothing. Maybe that was what attracted him.
Realistically only one part of his anatomy had taken over.
“Open the gates.”
Adam hopped out of the car and input the code into the controls. Jonas watched him.
Am I really going to do this?
When a clearly nervous Adam turned back to the car, Jonas’ mind was set. Yes he was absolutely going to do this.
They drove up to Adam’s house and got out. Neither appeared able to speak.
“Do you want a drink?” Adam asked once they were inside.
“Not really.”
Adam drew Jonas close. Their lips inches away from each other. For a split second they looked into each other’s eyes. Words were no longer needed.
When Adam kissed Jonas’, everything seemed to explode. At first it was tender but the contact ignited the lust Jonas had felt for Adam since they’d met on the training pitch.
Jonas pushed his tongue into Adam’s mouth. His hands gripped Adam’s muscular shoulders. Each second rising in intensity. Jonas’ cock was solid already.
“Come on,” Adam whispered.
