Kyle spots the crest, his mouth turns into a giant “O” like he’s that famous bridge painting.
“What is it dear?”his mum asks.
“Nothing!”I say at the exact same time Kyle says it.
“You pair haven’t grown up at all, have you?”she says with an amused look on her face.
“AJ, would you like to come up to my room real quick, I have to, um, show you something?”His voice lilts at the end, making it sound like he wasn’t sure at all.
“Yes,” I say, turning around too quickly, forgetting his mum is right there.I watch her eye my badge.I watch her look in horror as realization dawns.And worse still, his dad comes into the kitchen and gets an eyeful of the badge.
“What t’ fuck areyouand that fuckingbadgedoing in my house!?”His voice is thunderous.I want to die, and I just might.But I’m not beamed up by a bright light.I hear no angels singing to save me.Fuck.
Kyle’s mum puts an arm on his shoulder to try and calm him down.Honestly, I think it would have been better if I squatted on their kitchen table and took a steaming shit.
“I am so sorry, Mr.and Mrs.Thurston.”
“Sorry?”his dad booms.“First yer’ photographed about to knock out me son, and now yer ’ere wearing that kit.And look at the state of yer hair, lad, and your nails, yer look like that poof Boy George.I told you to stay away from him, son.He’ll rub off on you,” I think about telling him he’s done that numerous times, but I like how my head is attached to my body.
“Dad, it’s not what you think,” Kyle protests, and I think to myselfit’s even worse.
“I still support Union,” I blurt out.
They all look at me as if I’ve sprouted a second head.
“Yer do?”his dad asks, genuinely shocked.
“Well, of course, I only play for City.But Union will always have my heart.”
Kyle covertly pinches my ass, and I give him a sideways glance.
“Good.Just, take that shit off while yer in this house, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, giving him the proper respect.
“I have some spare clothes upstairs,” Kyle offers before dragging me away from the situation.
We run upstairs holding hands, and he shuts the door behind us.
“That.That…was more intense than taking a penalty.I forgot how intense your parents were about the clubs.”
“Dad is worse than Mum,” he says, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to him, an invitation for me to join.I take it up, our bodies so close I can smell his aftershave.
“Does your door still lock?”
“Yeah, why?”
“No reason,” I say, getting up and locking the door.I come back to the bed and push him onto it, straddling him.
“Oh, hello,” he says, feeling my length.“You know, you really should take these awful clothes off.”
“Should I?”I ask, already unzipping my top.
I stand over him on the bed, and he sits up, sliding my tracksuit bottoms and boxers off, revealing my dick glistening with pre-excitement.
“I half expected you to be wearing boxers with your club crest on them too,” he says, planting a kiss on my inner thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Stop talking and start sucking,” I growl.I can see why he likes to growl; it makes me feel more dominant, at least in the bedroom.
