Page 83 of Be My Endgame


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Jeff tilted his head. “At least you’ve got a pair of siblings and a mum who’s trying.”

He had a point.

Lee said as much before he changed the topic to the other semi-final that pitted Brazil against Spain, and even though he kept an eye on Alex, he soon lost him to sprawling hedges and trees. Alex didn’t return to their table, so Lee didn’t know what to expect when he unlocked the door to their room. It sure hadn’t been Alex sprawled naked on Lee’s bed like an offering—although Lee should have learned by now that Alex had a tendency to substitute difficult conversations with sex.

“Hey.” Lee entered and closed the door, hesitating for a moment before he pulled off the T-shirt that Alex had made him order at lunch a few days ago because “it will look bloody amazing on you, okay?” In just his jeans, he crossed the distance to the bed while Alex watched him with a faint smile, the dim glow of a spectacular sunset washing the room in muted colours.

“Hey,” Alex returned, eyes half-lidded as he raised his arms above his head, his focus on Lee. Jesus, he did know how to present himself, didn’t he?

Lee draped himself over Alex’s body and buried one hand in his hair as he pulled him into a kiss. He intended to keep it short and sweet but lost his resolve when Alex opened his mouth and licked along the seam of Lee’s lips.Just for a minute. Tongues tangling, Lee sinking further into Alex, settling firmly between Alex’s spread thighs.

With a gasp, Lee tore his mouth away even as he kept a hand on Alex’s cheek, thumb against the corner of Alex’s eye. “What did your dad have to say?”

Alex’s gaze slid away before it returned to Lee’s face, humour in his tone that Lee didn’t quite buy. “You trying to ruin the mood?”

“Nah.” Lee dropped a kiss to Alex’s mouth and pulled back before Alex could tempt him into another escalation. “I fully plan to make you come at least once tonight. After you talk to me.”

Alex treated Lee to a calculated display of dimples. “Orgasms first, talk later?”

“No deal.” To soften the words, Lee dipped his head to rub their noses together. “Making sure you’re okay first, then orgasms. Those are my conditions because priorities.”

The sudden softening of Alex’s features marked the moment he gave in. “I’m mostly okay.”

Lee nodded. “Great, and I mostly believe you. So, what did your dad want?”

Cynicism twisted Alex’s lips. “My public support, what else?”

“And what did you say?”

“I asked him whether the accusations were wrong.” Alex turned his face into Lee’s touch and closed his eyes, lashes fanning out against his cheeks. “His response was that he didn’t take any money and would never betray England’s interest.”

Lee processed that. “That’s not the same as saying he didn’t collaborate with Qatar.”

“No, it’s not.” Alex’s chest rose with a deep breath, obvious where they were still pressed together along the full length of their bodies. Lee shifted just enough to relieve some of his weight, Alex slinging an arm around his waist to keep him close. As if Lee was going anywhere.

“What do you figure he meant?” he asked after a beat.

“My best guess?” Alex blinked his eyes open, a greyed-out hazel in the dim light. “He didn’t take any money—in his own way, he’s a very principled man. I think they asked for a friendly baseline attitude when the time came to discuss a UK-Qatar free trade agreement in the Lords. In return, they offered him a way to get certain things on the agenda in the House of Commons.”

“Certain things?”

“Ultra-conservative pet projects.” Alex smiled without any humour. “Protecting traditional family values and structures. Immigration control. Fox hunting.”

“You’re saying he might have sold us out just so he and his pals can go back to setting a bunch of hounds on a poor fox that will eventually be torn to shreds?”

“It’s the principle.” Alex’s hand flattened against Lee’s back, absently travelling along the curve of his spine. “In his mind, it’s all about defending traditions and well-earned privileges.”

“He said that?” Lee asked.

“I can read between the lines.”

“I know he’s your dad, but he sounds like a terrible person.”

Alex’s brows drew together, his throat moving as he swallowed. “Honestly, yeah, I think he might be a terrible person. I just never thought about it because he’s … you know. He’s the only father I have.”

There wasn’t anything Lee could say, nothing that would have made a difference. So instead, he rolled on top of Alex and proceeded to take him apart with his hands and mouth, taking his sweet time as he brought Alex to the brink only to pull back, kissing the protest from him until Alex was clutching at Lee’s shoulders, firmly rooted in this, in them. When Lee worked his way back down Alex’s body, it was to a backdrop of Alex’s gasps and stifled sighs, Alex alternating between watching Lee and throwing his head back, gorgeous against the sheets.

The light had faded by the time Alex shook through his orgasm, all tension draining from his muscles. Lee kneed his way up the bed to bring himself off too, a few quick strokes, Alex watching him with soft eyes, one hand moving over Lee’s chest and stomach as he murmured quiet words of encouragement.

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