Dinner is delightful.It’s been a long time since I’ve had a traditional northern dinner, and I’ve missed it.I collapse onto the sofa with a full belly, and AJ joins me, sitting close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off him.
“Thank you for coming,” he says and grips my knee slightly, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing up and down my body.
“No need to thank me,” is all I can say.My nerve endings are still buzzing with electricity, and he hasn’t moved away from me, in fact he feels closer.
“Hey, I have an idea,” a playful smile blooms on his lips, “come up to my room.”
Before I can protest, he’s grabbing my hand and taking me upstairs.
“Keep the door open boys.”
“MUM!I’m not a teenager anymore, and besides, if you want to see my shows, you have to subscribe to my Only Fans.”
“Aaron Johnson.You better not have anOnly Fans,” his mum screams from the bottom of the stairs.
“That would well and truly ruin your career, son,” pleads his dad.
AJ bursts out laughing.“Relax.I haven’t got an Only Fans,” he whispers into my ear, halfway up the stairs, “yet,” and laughs again before heading into his room.
His bedroom hasn’t changed at all, save for some fresh sheets his mum must have put on for him.There’s the same poster of the “99 treble-winning” team we grew up supporting, the two gaming chairs, the desk under the huge window where he’d sit and draw at night, and the dog bed in the corner.These days it’s for Dereck, their Dalmatian.When I was younger, it was for another dog—a sausage dog called Drax.
I make my way over to his bed and sit on it, a burst of summer-scented washing fragrance bursts into my nostrils.It’s a smell that transports me back to my childhood again.
“So, what do you have in mind?”I ask, wanting only one answer, but afraid of asking it.
“I think we should play with ourselves,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.He brushes his new blond hair out of his deep brown eyes and offers me the dirtiest smile.I go hard instantly.
“Close your eyes,” he says, and I do as I’m told.“I want you to feel my joystick in your hands,” he says, whispering into my ear.Fuck.My dick is threatening to burst out of my skinny jeans.
A moment later, something hard and long is slid into my hands.I grip it and open my eyes.“A controller?”
AJ laughs so hard, he falls onto the floor.“Were you expecting something else?”
My face goes bright red, I can feel it.“No.”
“You were,” he says, reveling in the moment, and then I spot something.
“I see you quite enjoyed it too.”I gesture to his tented crotch, the outline of his big cock is so prominent I can see the veins—or at least my mind fills in the missing details.Memories of what we have done together come flooding into my mind,just like new times,and now I want to play with a whole different joystick.
AJ sits himself on the bed, close enough to touch,everything.
“I’m just glad I’m not alone,” he says, “but we can’t do anything, not with my parents downstairs.”
I sigh.“I know, I know.”
And as much as I want to recreate recent memories, I abstain.AJ loads up the game, and we are greeted with the familiar logo from our childhood.I haven’t played the new game yet, the one with our renders in.And then it hits me, we are in a video game.How bloody insane.The game we grew up playing, yeah?We’re in it.I remember when the makers came around to the training ground and scanned my body for the game, took photos of me, and motion captured me for my runs and movements.It was a top five moment.Sure, the fame side of football sucks, but that was pretty amazing.
“I can’t believe you’re picking City!We used to make each other pick them as punishment,”
“I still can’t believe I play for them.And you, well, I always knew you’d play for Union.”My heart softens at his words.My dick however, does the opposite.Rein it in, Kyle.Remember, you’re the one who doesn't want this.Because you’re scared of having feelings for anyone.Scared of taking risks.I shove my thoughts to the back of my mind.
“Wait, how is yours bigger!”I say, pointing at the TV, and more importantly, AJ’s rating.An 83 out of 100.They have rated me 81.
“All right, size queen, calm down,” he says, “and besides, last time I checked we were pretty even.”He puts a coy hand to his mouth..“Oh, you meant the ratings.Perks of being on a better team, I guess?”
“Ha.Ha.Trust me, when my ‘inform card’ comes out, it’ll be higher.”
“If you get one.”
