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AUTHOR’S NOTE
The author is British and uses British English spelling and phrases. The football referred to in this story is known as soccer in some countries.
CHAPTERONE
Bennett
What the fuck was happening to me? One minute I was on a night out with the London Southwark University football team, and the next, a guy dressed in shorts and sparkly blue ankle boots was in my lap.
I repeat, what the fuck?
I suppose I’d better rewind to the beginning of the night…
“Everyone’s here, and I dunno about you, Benny boy, but I’m ready to celebrate!” Ander flung an arm around my neck, sending us both staggering sideways.
“Whoa. Watch it.” Righting myself, I grinned at him. “I’m ready. Can’t believe I finally made it onto the first team. Even as a reserve.”
“You proved yourself today.” The voice came from behind us and I turned to see Travis, the team captain, holding a net filled with footballs. “That goal was superb.”
“Yeah, you’ll be giving Levi a run for his money in no time.”
“I heard that!” Levi, one of our strikers, called from the side of the pitch, where Liam, Finn, Preston, and Pete were all doing cooldown stretches. He shot me a grin. “It’s true, though. Nice goal.”
“Cheers.” I ducked my head, biting back my smile. Praise from my new teammates was the best validation I could’ve hoped for. Although the first and second teams often trained together, we tended to hang out in our own groups. I’d finally been given a chance on the first team when a couple of the guys had dropped out with injuries, and in my very first game against Roehampton Uni, I’d actually scored a goal.
I wasdefinitelyin the mood to celebrate.
* * *
One drink had turned into two, which had turned into three. Then there were shots involved, and all of a sudden Ander had decided that we should meet up with his boyfriend and one of their housemates, JJ, at a club. What I hadn’t realised was that the club in question, Revolve, was a gay club. I had no reason to suspect—yeah, I knew that a few of my team members were gay or bisexual or whatever—Levi, Preston, Liam, and Ander, but the rest of the team members were straight…although I guess I shouldn’t assume. Just because someone hadn’t explicitly stated their sexuality, it didn’t mean they were necessarily straight. That was…what was the word? Heteronormative or something.
I wasn’t gay. But I might’ve been a little bit bi-curious. Not enough to ever want to do anything about it, but y’know, sometimes I wondered what it would feel like to suck a dick. Or I might’ve watched some porn of guys wanking. Things like that. It might have been normal for straight guys, but it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing I’d bring up with my mates. “Hey, guys, do any of you wank to porn of other guys wanking? Or wonder what it would be like to suck a dick? No? Just me, then.”
Yeah. Not happening.
Anyway…we were here. In a gay club. And, uh…the environment was an unfamiliar experience if I compared it to other clubs I’d been in. Like, there were a lot of men wearing very few clothes, for a start. And there was a drag performance going on in the first room we’d been in. Now, here I was, several shots later and feeling the effects, and a short, slender guy with a mop of deep brown curls who’d introduced himself as Niccolò was straddling my thighs.
“Hi. I’m Niccolò. You can call me Nic, or baby.”
I laughed, watching blearily as he trailed a glittery fingernail down the side of my bicep. “Hey. Your nails match your boots.”
“And my shorts.” He gave me a bright smile, peering up at me through the longest dark lashes I’d ever seen on a man. His honey-brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the club lights. “You’re very sexy. Why hasn’t JJ brought you here before?” The smile was replaced with a pout, and I laughed again.
“Uh, I guess because I don’t really hang out with JJ much. I see him at the gym sometimes. He’s got friends on the football team—he lives with some of them, right?—but I only just joined the first team. Now I’m here, I guess I might see more of him if I get invited to social events, and he’s there.” I shrugged.
“Oooh, a footballer. I love athletes. So strong,” he purred, winding his arms around my neck. What the fuck was happening? Whatever, I could blame the alcohol later.
A bark of laughter came from next to me, and I turned to see Finn eyeing me with amusement. His gaze flicked to Niccolò, then back to me, and he raised his brows. I shrugged again, because there was no explanation for what was happening, since I had no idea myself. All I knew was that this…what was the terminology? Twink? Whatever, this cute guy was in my lap, and he was amusing me, and fuck what anyone else thought.I was too drunk to care.
“I am strong,” I agreed. “So you’re here with JJ? Are you a student, too?”
He nodded. “Yep. Studying performing arts. But I also have a FanBoyzOnly account.”
My brows rose. “Interesting. I’ve never met anyone who did that.”
“Not that you know of. There are a lot of students doing it. OnlyFans, too. It’s a good way to make extra money.”
He had a point, I guessed, and in my drunken state, it sounded like a great idea. “You’re right.”
