“Me too. Tell me when.”
“Fucking now!”
Udo let himself go.
“Oh god,” he stammered.
He lost control of his body as the orgasm took hold. He dropped his head into the pillow, savouring every last moment.
Seconds later, Steven cried out. He shuddered to a halt and fellonto Udo’s back. They collapsed onto the bed. Steven was still inside Udo as they lay there. Each revelling in the afterglow.
“I love you,” Steven said.
“I love you too.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.”
They snuggled for a while. Nothing could be better than this feeling.
***
Things might have appeared to be back on an even level. However, Udo still had nerves going to training.
He needn’t have. As soon as he walked into the locker room, Ewen and Goran gave him big smiles. Adam came out of the toilets.
“Holtmann,” he said.
“Reporting for duty.”
“Fancy a round of golf after training?” Adam asked. “You must be bored rattling around that big house on your own.”
If only you knew.
When Udo had come to the UK, he’d been confused by the obsession footballers had with golf. Someone had explained to him that it was the only other sport they could realistically participate in other than darts or pool. Their insurance companies banned contact sports. It made sense. Clubs paid millions for players. The idea that they’d end up injured playing rugby for fun was inconceivable.
“I’m not very good but I’d love to.”
“Don’t worry,” Goran said. “Ewen is crap too.”
“Hey, I resent that,” Ewen replied, swatting Goran over the head with his shorts. “I beat you fair and square last month.”
“For the first time.”
Goran winked at Udo.
He appreciated the gesture so much. Adam and his crew were telling the rest of the lads that they were coming out firmly in support of Udo. It meant a lot.
“You never ask me,” Colin said.
“Do you want to come?” Adam asked.
“I can’t,” Colin replied. “I’m going for a run with Jerzy and Alain.”
They were theenfants terriblesof BrocktonFC. Jerzy had signed at the same time as Udo and instantly hit it off with Alain. They spent most weekends on the hunt for women. Neither had any intention of fighting the stereotype most people believed of footballers.
“Then what are you crying about?” Ewen asked.
“It’s nice to be asked, that’s all.”
