Daniel leaned on the tall fence and watched Martín walk across the field, back to the locker room. His eyes followed every movement, travelled over every inch of his former boyfriend’s body, stopping at his hands. Daniel swallowed. He could still see these hands travel over José’s body, could hear the moans of the younger man. It had been weeks ( Read more... )

Emptyness, coldness, despair...he rolled his tongue around the words, tasting them to all extent. And he watched Daniel’s every move while he ran his rounds, eyes locked on the tall figure of his team mate and former friend. Friend, lover and partner his heart told him and the sudden pain at the past tense took almost all of his breath away. His ( Read more... )

Martín captures Jose’s lips fiercely, crushing them together. His tongue demands entry and Jose grants it. Martín can feel the knees of the younger man buckle, overpowered by the feel of hard lips on his, the hands on his hips and the body that slides along his. Martín’s movements are almost frantic. Too long has he desired, suppressed these ( Read more... )

The first rays of the morning sun shine into the big bedroom and are greeted with an intimate sight. The two men in bed are cuddled up comfortably. Hands woven in each others’ hair, their tongues play lazily.

“I love you Micha” Frank finally says. “I love you, too”. Michael smiles and Frank locks eyes with him. “It’s five years today” He takes ( Read more... )

Hands slide over naked skin, trace firm muscles while mouths explore each other hungrily. Nuno moans against Luis’ lips and begs silently with legs spread widely. Fingers prepare him carefully before he finally feels Luis inside. Strong hands grip his hips and all Nuno can do is hold on for dear life as Luis claims him.

Afterwards they lie ( Read more... )

Miroslav leaned on the fence surrounding their training grounds and watched Lukas fool around with Mark. There were just a tad too many touches involved to be coincidental, too many fleeting gazes to be unintentional. He sighed softly and turned away. He should have known that even though he had been his first he wouldn’t be his last. He was too ( Read more... )

She sits silently in the dark room, head buried in her hands. She is used to spotlight and attention for years but now it is different. Since she is “the woman by his side” she has felt more hatred and contempt than ever before. She has read insults about herself on countless websites and she can see it in his so-called fans’ eyes. More than once ( Read more... )

At best, thirty-six games to go. For a man who has played more than five-hundred times for his club this number is miniscule. Ridiculous, even. He knows he has made the decision himself but it wasn’t his heart speaking. Even though he's still one of the best, even though his reflexes keep coming, he can feel the end nearing and he's too proud to ( Read more... )