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“You’re so fucking fit.” I poked his bicep, then slid my palm onto his pec, squeezing the firm muscle lightly. He swatted my hand away with a laugh. “Are you sure you’re straight? You’re kind of feeling me up here, mate. And you just called me fit.” “I didn’t mean fit as in hot. I meant like, physically fit. You know.”
sure lol
Nate’s face flashed in my brain, the lazy grin he’d given me when I was sliding my hand over his chest— Fuck.
“Oi! Nate! Charlie! Stop flirting and pay attention!”
I love them already
Lifting my shirt, I wiped it across my brow. When I lowered it, I noticed Charlie’s gaze flicking away from me, his cheeks flushing.
“Fuck me, it’s hot today.” Dropping the ball to the grass, he lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head, and I was suddenly faced with miles of tanned, smooth skin and toned muscles. “Fucking hell,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “Huh?” “Oh. Uh…you’re really fucking fit, you know.”
he's so subtle 😅
“You’re fit as fuck.” Whoa. I’d said the same thing to him in the pub, but there was something about that low rasp in his voice— “Fit as in physically fit or sexy fit?” “Both. Fuck. No.” Rubbing his hand over his mouth, he groaned. “You know. I didn’t mean it that way.”
I think I might fancy Nate Glover.
so adorable!
“Wanna go on the pedal boats?” I suggested when we’d finally finished our ice creams. We’d been here for hours already, but I was having fun hanging out with Charlie. I wasn’t ready for it to end yet. “Are you gonna pedal me around?” He shot me a wide grin.
a dorable!
“To be honest, I prefer not to think about my past. Elliot’s my future.”
excuse me but this is exactly what I need to hear about existing couples 👍👍👍thank you, becca!!! love you, Ander
As her big brother, it was up to me to make things go as smoothly for her as I could. That was what was important.
I'd like to petition for no females in MM books except for great moms. so sick of little sisters who screw things up
“Fuck,” I whispered, my head falling back against the wall. Nate followed me, his mouth going to my throat. His mouth. My throat. I stilled.
so much better than "crashing mouths"!
“Fuck. Do you even fucking know?” he ground out, his gaze never leaving mine. “Kn-know what?” “How it feels. To be jealous of your own fucking sister. Do you know how fucked up that is, Charlie?”
“Yeah? You feel jealous? What about me? When she kissed me, I felt guilty for days! Because of you!”
It took me a few seconds to even realise that I’d been pulled back around, and a hand was tightly gripping my jaw. “Charlie.” “Nate.” I arched towards him at the same time as his mouth came down on mine.
I love their firsts
“Jonas?” “Yeah?” “Did I really act that happy after my dates with Charlie?” He nodded, giving me another sad smile. “Yeah. You really, really did.”
🥺
“Thank you for telling me. I guess…I think I knew that you didn’t feel the same way as me, deep down, when I kissed you and you didn’t even kiss me back, but I hoped… Well. Never mind.”
honesty 💜and a sweet response from sister
“I didn’t kiss you back? I was sure I did.” The whole thing had been a shock, a quick blur, and I couldn’t even be sure I was remembering it properly. “No. You just kind of froze. Your mouth didn’t even move.”
good boy
“No. No. What have I done?” “Stop.” Charlie grabbed my arm, jerking me back into him. “Please. Don’t run away again.” “Sophie,” was all I managed to say before he clamped his hand over my mouth.
petition to ban sisters from MM books
I stepped out of my shorts and walked towards him. His mouth fell open, his eyes growing huge as I drew closer. He was so still, I wasn’t even sure he was breathing. When I reached him, I dipped my head to his ear. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I breathed, unable to deny the truth, and he shivered, inhaling sharply. “You’re straight,” he whispered. “Am I?”
yeah no
I realised our hands were resting next to each other, and he was carefully stroking his little finger over mine in a wordless gesture of comfort.
“You’re fucking sexy, and I’m average. Of course I’m gonna focus on that.” I leaned in, cupping his chin with my fingers. “There’s nothing average about you, Charlie B.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry. It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sorry,” he murmured between kisses, his hands cupping my face as his mouth slid over mine so sweetly.
you better grovel
The odds were stacked against us, but he was here with me right now. He’d come after me without hesitation, and that had to mean something.
love you nate! Chase your boy
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I murmured when we parted. “How could I celebrate my win without you, Charlie B?”
Nate shrugged as if it were no big deal, and it hit me all over again. He’d played two hours of football, which in itself was exhausting, and then he’d driven approximately a hundred and fifty miles so he could see me, instead of celebrating with the rest of his team.
“I want it both ways. I’ve never done any ass play or anything, but I wanna try it all. Fuck me, Nate. Make me yours.” “You’re already mine.”
“I discovered something about myself as well. I like having a dick in my ass. A lot. Even the bit at the beginning where you stretched me out. I liked the burn. Fuck, I love dick.” “My dick,” I growled, suddenly possessive, and his eyes widened. His lips curved upwards.
His fingers moved, and I realised he was using his cum to draw a heart shape on my skin. “Your dick, attached to you, you sexy, possessive fucker.”
“You’re a menace, Charlie B,” I said, lifting my head to kiss the tip of his nose.
Elliot shuddered. “Don’t remind me. Oh! Cole! Huxley!” he suddenly called, his attention diverted by two guys making their way along our row, one with dark hair and the other bleached blond. “That’s your cousin, yeah?” Elliot nodded. “My cousin and his boyfriend, Huxley. Hux is in a band.”
stfu!!!!!!
His head turned, just slightly, and I watched, my breath caught in my throat, as he scanned the rows of spectators. When his gaze connected with mine, my heart stuttered, and for a second, it felt like the world stood still, and we were the only two people that existed.
LSU supporters stormed the field, a mass pitch invasion, and I was swept up with them, running faster and faster until I reached Nate. He didn’t even pause for a second, yanking me into his arms when I reached him, his mouth coming down on mine. Wrapping my arms even more tightly around him, I kissed him again and again. “So. Fucking. Proud of you.”
“Hi,” I said, the word coming out a little choked. I was fucking overwhelmed by the rush of feelings sweeping over me. “Hi.” Nate lifted his hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over my jaw. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
my "hi" kink is happy
Eventually, she smiled. “I’m happy for you, just so you know.” “You are? Even though I hid it from you? Even though you like him, too?” “That’s old news.”
my favorite sister! I take back all my negative words about you
My sister shot upright, whacking me around the back of the head. “You’d better not be serious! Don’t even think about splitting up with him. And you do love him, you liar.
🤣💜
Nate’s smile disappeared. “I miss you, Charlie B.”
Charlie B thing kills me
I was here, in the place I’d chosen, and I couldn’t breathe. Dropping my duffel bag, I slid down the wall until I hit the floor, burying my face in my hands as a sob tore from my throat. Hot, thick tears trickled between my fingers, dropping soundlessly to the varnished pine floorboards.
oh no omg my heart!
“Did you really mean what you said?” “For fuck’s sake. Yes.” I pulled him closer, placing my mouth to his ear. “I love you, you wanker.”
I realised his eyes were as wet as mine. “My pinball prince. My unexpected match. My fucking everything.” He captured my mouth in a soft, slow kiss, and I lost track of time, consumed by the man I loved.
“Look. Just so you know, I was fully prepared to compromise. I had a whole plan for my shifts and putting money aside to get the train to see you. I wasn’t going to give up on us.” Nate’s lip trembled as he read through the notes I’d stayed up half the night preparing. “You did all this for me?” “Yeah.” “Fuck, Charlie. For me?” “Yeah. You’re worth it,” I said. “I wasn’t gonna lose you without a fight.”
The gold trophy was shaped like a smartphone, fixed to the top of a little stand. “Charlie + Nate” was engraved on the surface, with the word “Matched” just beneath, and below that, the date of our first meeting, right here in The Game Room. It was perfect.
shut up I need to stop sobbing
“I can’t believe this. My mugger Stockholm-syndromed me into becoming his boyfriend.” “Shut it, dickhead.”
🤣
“I love you, Charlie Brooks. I love you so much. I can find another postgrad course, but I can’t find another you.”
“Levi and Preston both wanted to come, but they’re away with their boyfriends, and Travis and Damon both have big projects they have to submit by tomorrow, so Elliot’s gonna play, as well as Cole and Hux.
damn too bad ALL the boys weren't here!
My gaze returned to Nate. I love you, he mouthed, and my stomach flipped. I love you, too, I mouthed back. We stayed there for hours, basking in the rays of the summer sun as Huxley strummed his guitar.
“So many things I want to do to you, and I want you to do to me. It might take a long time.” My breath hitched. “How long?” Lifting my T-shirt over my head, he dropped it to the floor. “Years.” I tugged his T-shirt off, palming his pecs. “Years?” “Yeah.” Lowering himself into a crouch, he slid his hands up my thighs, leaning in to nuzzle at my hardening cock. “Years and years.”
“You’re a fucking miracle, Charlie Brooks. How did I get so lucky?” “I’m the lucky one. Nate Glover loves me.”
Thank you, Glevum FC, for bringing families together. And to Jordan Emery and Theo Lewin for normalising queer relationships for people like my dad, who pretty much lived in a heteronormative world with his exclusively straight friends, their social lives revolving around their football team.
why does this make me happy cry
