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Chapter 6: Game, Set, Match
The stadium erupted into a frenzy of cheers as the ball soared into the back of the net. It was an exhilarating feeling. It was as though you could feel the raw emotion flow over you. Chelsea was now two goals up in the 81st minute. The game was theirs.
It was a little over two weeks after the party and we were at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea's football stadium. The game started at around 1:00 in the afternoon, so after a short trip down to London, we found ourselves at the game. All four of us were there, along with Dean and Jon, but they had season passes so they didn't sit with us. Jamie seemed to be enjoying himself. I know he liked sport because of the baseball and stuff, but I wasn't sure if he'd like football. At least not as much as we do. Of course, football existed in America, but it wasn't their flagship sport.
The rest of the game passed quickly, except for the few minutes of extra time, which always seem to last hours in length. The final score was 2-0 to Chelsea. It was quite a game. Once it finished, we stood up and exited along with the other fans. After getting a little squashed while getting out of the stadium I turned to Jamie.
“Did you enjoy it?”
He nodded, “Yeah, it was good.”
I smiled at him and looked ahead to find that Connor and Max were now walking just in front us.
I felt my stomach rumble and I turned to Jamie, “I need to get something to eat soon, I'm starving.”
“Me too. Is there anywhere near here?”
“There's a Macky D's about a 15 minute walk, we can go there.”
He grinned, “Sure.”
Connor and Max appeared beside me, as the crowd started to go their separate ways, “Man, I'm hungry.” Said Max, rubbing his stomach.
“Yeah, we're getting some Macky D's, is that alright?”
He sighed, “That'll have to do.” He replied jokingly. I don't quite know what Max's secret was, but he seemed to eat some of the worst food available, yet still have a God-like body. “We'll go to the usual one, away from all these lot.” He added, gesturing to the other fans.
I nodded. Whenever we came down to see a match in the day, we'd usually get something to eat and then spend a couple of hours in the capital.
“What about Dean and Jon? Should we give them a call?” I asked.
Max shook his head, “They texted me a while ago, they're going back home after the game.”
“Oh, ok then.” I replied as we headed out of the grounds and down a street. Connor and Max walked in front which allowed Jamie and me to walk next to each other. I turned to him.
“You've been here before, right?” I said.
“London? Uh huh. It was one of the first places we visited a year ago, before we moved here.”
“Best capital in the world, wouldn't you say?” Asked Max, looking back at Jamie.
Jamie grinned, “I've never been to Washington DC, so it's the best one that I've been to.”
I laughed, “Smart answer.”
“Hmm, I thought so.” He replied, before flashing me that sexy look.
I blushed and turned away. It was like he could control my reactions from a simple stare. It was pathetic. I recovered and looked over at him. Everything about him was so perfect. The way his hair would ruffle lightly with each step, or the way the sun would light up his grey eyes. Even his blinking was cute! I glanced down at his swaying hand before I looked straight ahead again. I felt a pang of anger and frustration pass through me. Nothing was stopping me from reaching out to interlace my fingers with his, yet I couldn't do it. I knew that I couldn't. It was etched into that rule book inside my head. It was at the top of the list : Don't do anything gay. Fortunately the moment passed and I controlled myself, but part of me was paining inside. The part that I tried to silence. But it was part of ME. And I was finding it hard to function without it. I looked back at Jamie and caught him staring at me. I looked into his eyes to see the same anger and frustration that I was feeling. He hid it well, but it was clear to me.
By the time we reached McDonald's, I was in a somewhat better mood. I hoped Jamie was the same. We ordered our food and grabbed a table.
“So, what do you want for your birthday?” Asked Max.
Connor looked at him, “You mean you haven't already got it?”
He shook his head, “Maybe, maybe not.” He slurped some of his Coke, “I just wanna know what you want.”
Connor shrugged, “I dunno, anything. I don't mind.”
“Awww, isn't he so considerate of our wallets?” I said, causing Jamie and Max to laugh.
“Sixteen is a big number, sure you don't want a big present?” Asked Jamie.
Max nodded, “Sixteen, that's right.” He paused, “I think I know what I'm getting you now.” He replied, wiggling his eyebrows.
Connor blushed, “What's that supposed to mean?”
I giggled, “Use your imagination.”
Over the following 20 minutes or so, we managed to somewhat crudely plan out Connors birthday for him. While Max wanted to have a party -(No real surprise there!), Connor stated that he'd rather celebrate it with just our group. His birthday was on a Friday this year, so we decided that we'd go out to do some bowling and hang around the arcade, before we went to a restaurant and had a meal together. It wasn't exactly what would be expected for a sixteen year olds birthday, but it was what Connor wanted. And to be honest, I preferred it to a party.
“I know what I'm going to order right now.” Said Max.
We all looked at him, “How can you say that while you're eating right now?” Asked Jamie.
“Because I know I'll be hungry by then.” He replied smartly before continuing, “And because their steaks are the best I've ever had.”
I just shook my head at him, “Ok, so where are we going from here? A stroll down Oxford Street?”
“Yeah, a bit of shopping, sounds good.” Replied Connor.
“Just let me get an ice cream first.” Said Max.
Once Max had gotten his ice cream we set off for the nearest tube station. While we were inside London, we still had a way to go before we got to the part with all the good shops. So after a short journey on the underground, we found ourselves in central London. The one thing that always attracted me to the capital was the crowds of people. It was never this crowded back in our town, and while some people would hate it, I loved it! Another thing that stood out was how multicultural it was. It seemed like we, the English, had become the minority. It was great to have so many different people in one place.
Our travels took us into a large sports store, which was laid out like an art gallery, rather than a shop. Jamie and I somehow managed to lose the other two, but we all had cell phones on us, so there were no worries. While I was looking at some of the clothes, I kept noticing things that would look nice on Jamie. Ok, many of them were purposely too tight, or not cover enough skin, but he would have looked good in it.
“It's like lingerie for gay teens.” I whispered, while holding up some thin and very tight thermal garments.
He looked at it and giggled, “Hehehe, who'd wear that?”
“You'd look good in it.” I looked about, “I wonder where the changing rooms are.”
He shook his head, “You have a dirty mind.”
I held it up against him, “See, it's your size.” Actually it was way too small. EVERYTHING would have been on display if he wore that!
He took it out of my hand and held it up against himself, “You really think so?” He asked, trying to stifle a laugh.
I nodded my head and heard someone whistle behind me. I turned around to see a group of girls eyeing up Jamie and giggling as they walked past. I looked back at Jamie and started to laugh, making him blush.
He put the hanger back on the rack and walked toward me, “That wasn't funny.”
I laughed again, “Awww, see? They thought it looked good too.”
He turned and started walking, “I'm never going clothes shopping with you.”
I giggled and looked at a sign, “Look! The swimwear section is this way.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm, “I don't think so.” He replied, smiling.
I stared at him for a moment, “Oh! I get it. You skinny dip.”
He rolled his eyes at me and tugged me into another direction. Once we finished looking about, we met up with Max and Connor outside the front of the store. We headed down Oxford Street and went into a couple of the shops before we reached the large department store, Selfridges. The place was massive and sold almost anything you could think of. But much of it was out of my price range.
“This is our version of Bloomingdale's. Only it's better.” I said as we walked inside.
“We'll wait and see.” Replied Jamie.
Naturally we headed down into the basement level where the electronics and music sections are as we wasn't really in the mood to shop for Louis Vuitton handbags or very expensive crystal vases. Jamie really liked anything electronic or technical, not overly so or in a geeky way, but more than I liked them. For me it was good as long as it done its job, but Jamie liked the smaller details and all the added features. I loved the little differences between us. It made him all the more special.
“Man, this place is awesome!” He said, while looking at a large flat screen TV.
“Yeah, it's kinda cool.”
He grinned at me and walked about, looking at the electronics. Max and Connor soon got bored and headed over to the music section. But I stayed with Jamie, it was nice to see him happy and amused. We walked around and found a fancy looking speaker system in front of a black leather sofa. Jamie sat down and pressed play on the remote. I sat down next to him. Some classical music began to play from all around us. The quality of the sound was really good.
Jamie leaned back and closed his eyes, “I hope you let me have one of these in our house.” He said.
“Our house?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes and leaned closer, “When we live together.”
It took me a few seconds for that to sink in, but when it did I felt all warm and fuzzy. I looked at his smiling face, his cute expression squeezing my heart. How can anyone not find him adorable? “Erm, yeah.” I replied.
He winked at me and stood up, “Let's go find the others.”
I nodded and followed him over to the music section where Max and Connor were looking at a selection of the CD's.
“What type of music do you like?” I asked Jamie as we approached them.
He shrugged, “Anything really, except heavy metal. I hate that!”
“Me too, it's just noise.”
I looked at the CD's that the other two were looking at, and yep, as I expected, R&B. They both seemed to like the same taste in music and pretty much the same artists.
“You getting anything?” I asked.
Max shook his head, “Naah, I already have everything.”
Connor nodded, “I'm just gonna get this one. He said, holding up some Kanye West album.”
“Don't you have that one already?” I asked.
“I did, but I lost it.”
“Oh, ok. We'll wait here for you.” I replied as he walked off to pay.
Once Connor came back, we exited the store and wandered about a while longer, before we decided to head back home. We walked into the train station and looked at the information boards for our train. There was one that was leaving in 10 minutes, so we headed over to the platform and got onboard. It wasn't a long journey to our town, about a 30 minute trip, excluding the other stops.
Max was sitting opposite me on the train, “We gotta do that more often.” He remarked. He was right, it was a fun day out. Generally our parents wouldn't let us take the trip down to London, but because there was now four of us and that we were all 16 -(except for Connor), they seemed to be a lot happier to let us go.
Connor laughed, “Yeah, we'll get Chelsea to play more games, just so we can spend the day up the city.”
He shrugged, “The football's a bonus.”
“Yeah, I mean we can spend a day at the museums, a boat trip on the Thames.” I joked.
Max scoffed at the idea, “You can do all those things but don't count on me being there. Maybe you can persuade these two.”
Connor shook his head and Jamie giggled, “Museums? Are you kidding me?”
I turned to him, “No, I was dead serious.”
Once we arrived back in our town we said goodbye to Max and Connor who were going to head home, while Jamie was coming around mine. I didn't say that to the others, so I assumed they thought that he was just walking past mine. Not that I didn't want them hanging around, but I liked to spend some time alone with Jamie. And it seemed that I'd be getting my wish.
As we approached my house I noticed that my parents car wasn't outside. I immediately began to get excited. There was no one home and I was with Jamie. I turned to him as I walked up the path, leading to the door.
“I think they're out.”
I saw something flicker across his eyes, “Oh.” Awww, he acted so innocent sometimes, even though I knew exactly what he was thinking.
I smiled at him as I unlocked the door and ushered him inside, “Anyone home?” I called out. There was no reply. I walked into the kitchen and noticed a note left on the breakfast bar. I read it and turned to Jamie.
“They've gone over to see my uncle. It says they won't be back until 8:00.” I said.
I watched as Jamie looked over to the clock on the wall, which read: 6:47. He looked back at me, “That's quite a while.”
I nodded and read the rest of the note, “Josh is at a friends house, they're gonna pick him up on their way back.”
“That's good.” He replied.
I giggled, “Yeah.” I walked toward him, “So it's you and me in this house. Alone.” I said before I pecked his lips.
“For an hour.” He finished.
I nodded, “For an hour.” I looked deeply into his eyed before I reached down and grabbed his hand, tingling from the contact of our bare skin, “Come on.”
He followed me up to my bedroom before I faced him, “Come here.” I smiled, as I pulled him toward me. I parted my mouth slightly as his soft lips touched mine. Their spongy texture making me weak to the knees. He moaned against me as my tongue snaked its way inside his mouth. He tasted so sweet. I reached up with my hands and gripped lightly at his soft hair. I felt his hands run down my back before he rested them on my ass, cupping my cheeks and pulling me closer.
I pulled back and stared into his glazed over eyes. It had been too long. We both wanted this. Needed this. He quickly pulled me into him, locking our lips together. I was in heaven. I loved the feel of him against me. From the way he'd hold me tenderly to the way his tongue would squirm in my mouth. He humped against me, causing my cock to jerk involuntary.
Several minutes later and we were still in our lip lock, only we were naked. I hooked my arms under his shoulders, pressing our chests together. His skin was so hot to my touch. And his kisses were so soft, so gentle. I needed him now. I broke the kiss and stared at him and then glanced over at the bed. He got the message and climbed onto the sheets. I chased his naked form onto my bed and lay on top of him, grinding my erection against his. He moaned into my mouth as I humped against him. His body felt so good in my arms. We fit together perfectly. He started to knead my buns.
I began to suck on his neck and move lower before he stopped me, “Turn around.” He moaned.
I leaned up and looked at him quizzically.
“Put your legs up here.” He said, patting the empty space next to him.
'Oh' I thought to myself as I nodded at him, placing my legs next to his head, which put my face right over his groin. I looked at his cock. He looked so delicious. Everything about him was perfect, especially his hardness. I reached out with my hand and gripped hold of his pole, seconds before I felt him do the same to me. A drop of precum emerged from his tip, so I leaned forward and licked it off. Savouring his unique taste. I leaned forward again and swabbed his head. I heard him moan above me, causing his warm breath to flow across my dick and making me jerk. I flicked my tongue across his tip a few times before I shifted and went down on him, taking him deep into my mouth. I felt something moist surround my cock. He was sucking me too!
I started to bob my head backward and forward, going lower with each beat. I liked this position. It let us pleasure each other at the same time. I felt him reach up and roll my balls about in his hand. I moaned against his hardness, causing him to ooze precum into my mouth. I swallowed it down as I gently massaged his sack, urging him close to an orgasm. Jamie began to do something with his tongue that was driving me crazy. I tried to copy the action, to find that sensitive spot. I ran my tongue across the small v on his head when he jerked. Gotcha! I repeated the teasing and sucked harder.
I heard him begin to whimper a few seconds later. He was close. I continued rubbing that spot with my tongue when I felt his balls pull up against him. He pushed his hips forward slightly before he spurted his seed into me. I quickly began to swallow it. Not wanting to spill a drop. He shuddered against me with the throws of his orgasm and emitted a deep groan that sent vibrations through my cock, pushing me over the edge. Everything seemed to pause for a second before that firework went off inside me. I came so hard it hurt! I squirmed against him as he continued to nurse me, drinking my load. Jamie began to soften as my cum became a dribble. I removed my mouth and licked up any traces around his red, swollen head. I quickly became sensitive in his mouth, so I pulled out. I turned around and crawled back up to his flushed face.
We lay next to each other as we caught our breath. I felt him reach down and grab my hand before he rolled over and laid his head on my chest. I wrapped an arm around his back. He kissed my chest.
“I love you Matt.”
Even though he was laying next to me, I still smiled when I heard his voice, “I love you too.” I replied as I kissed his slightly damp hair.
We laid there together for a few more minutes before he sat up, “We should probably...” He said, trailing off.
I nodded and sat up next to him, “Yeah.” I sat there for a second before I pulled his naked form into a hug, “I love you so much Jamie. God I'm so lucky.”
He squeezed my shoulder, “I love you too. I'm the lucky one.”
My parents arrived along with Josh 15 minutes after we got ourselves dressed. Perfect timing if you ask me. My dad came up to see how we were doing.
“How was the game?” He asked.
“Erm, yeah, it was good. We won.”
“Yeah, I heard.” He turned to Jamie, “Did you have fun?”
He nodded, “Yeah, it was great.”
My mum called Dad from downstairs, “Anyway, I'll leave you guys to it.” He replied before he turned and headed down the stairs.
Jamie stood up, “I should get going, I promised my dad I'll be home around 8:00.”
As much as I never wanted him to leave, I realised that he would have to go home some time. I stood up and faced him, “Sure.”
I led him down the stairs and over to the front door. I looked about to make sure no one was about, “I'll see you tomorrow.”
He smiled, “Yeah.” We stared at each other, our eyes saying everything else. “Goodnight Matt.”
“Goodnight Jamie.” I said as he walked out of the door. I watched as he walked down the path and out onto the street.
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