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“Yeah,” Joq turned to refill his mug. “Afternoon shift then I’ve got this bloody meeting with the security scanner group near the airport.”
“Why can’t they come to us?”
Joq shrugged. “Guess it’s easier. But hey, you can cook now, so.”
George smiled and flicked Joq with his towel as he went past. “I’ll wait up.”
“Okay,” Joq returned the smile and felt the relief. So, George wasn’t planning to hook up with Finn tonight. That was good, maybe it was already playing itself out. It’d been over a month, George had probably had his fill, realised what he had with Joq was deeper, more, real.
Joq felt that was confirmed when he watched them on the security monitor after training that afternoon. George went over to Finn in the locker room, hands gesticulating as he explained something. Finn’s face was serious, concentrating, before he turned back to getting changed and George wandered off to talk to another player.
It was about as normal and boring as it got between a player and a coach.
Joq exhaled. He told Sue he was heading to this meeting, he wouldn’t be back, and could she finish up. She assured him she could, again with the tone that said a monkey could do it, and he didn’t bother hiding his smile.
He was halfway to their offices when he got a call to reschedule.
“Fuck’s sake,” he said after he ended the call. He needed to get off the highway, turn around, and battle peak hour traffic going the other way.
By the time he pulled up behind George’s car, he felt the excessive relief that can only come from having to sit in traffic and drive for over an hour to get back, the sight of that car telling him he was truly home.
As he shut the front door, hung up his keys, shrugged off his coat, and kicked off his shoes, he could tell George wasn’t in the house. Joq smiled when he realised he was in the pool again. George always got inordinately excited for the first few days when he switched it to heated.
Joq was about to call out around his smile, his socked feet quiet on the tiles as he came up to the open sliding doors and saw the pool still in front of him. He froze when he saw them, the scene so explicit it was like his brain couldn’t comprehend what it was seeing.
They were in the cabana, bodies wound tightly together as they fucked. The night was still, quiet, and the sound of George’s hips slapping into Finn’s groin, George’s groans, Finn’s panting breaths as he spread his legs wider to take George’s dick deeper seemed louder than it probably was.
Joq stepped back on some instinct. Then froze. There was no way they could see him from where he was in the shadows just beyond the door. Not that they would look, he thought as he watched the way George’s thumbs stroked Finn’s cheekbones, kissed him gently in counterpoint to the way he was thrusting so deeply into him. George’s eyes were open as he gazed at Finn, and Finn watched him back, his breaths stuttering as he took everything George was giving him.
Something twisted inside Joq’s gut. He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t move.
Finn’s board shorts were hanging off one leg, like they’d gotten started in a rush and couldn’t even be bothered to undress properly; George’s own shorts were tucked under his ass like he’d just managed to get his dick out. Their bodies were wet, their hair drenched, like they’d moved from the pool to the cabana to fuck on a flat surface.
Joq was affronted not just by the sight, but the by the fact they were fucking outside. The walls were high and the place was private; but George always resisted when Joq worked him up out there—“Long lenses,” he’d say, as if some photographer would bother stalking out a football player in his home.
Now though? Now George was fucking his rookie in the open like he couldn’t have stopped himself if the entire media room at a post-game press conference was there.
“Good?” George asked softly.
Joq could hear it clearly in the stillness of the night.
“So good,” Finn panted.
“Yeah? Love that dick, baby?” George said around a sexy smile as he rammed in harder, kissed Finn’s throat.
“Just yours,” Finn gasped. “Just, fuck. Yours.”
Joq sucked in a breath and stepped back like he’d been slapped. That little fucking shit.
“Yeah,” George said, his voice turning serious. “Just mine.” And then he started grinding in deeper, fucking Finn so hard the litany of Finn’s, “Yours, just yours,” punched out of him between sharp breaths.
Joq felt his whole body light up with a mix of enraged jealousy and blinding desire. He was watching the most intimate sex he’d ever seen—sue him, he was getting fucking hard.
“Fuck, please,” Finn gasped and threw his head back. George kissed his collar bones, squeezed a hand between their bodies and started to jerk him off.
“Gonna come on my dick, baby?” George said against Finn’s lips.
Finn brought his hands down, gripped George’s ass and tugged him in. He looked right into George’s eyes as he rocked underneath him, “Just yours.”
