boys of summer - part 11
Title: The Boys of Summer
Part: 11/15
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 2,687
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and intends no harm towards people herein mentioned
Summary: Steven is off to University in the fall and so Fernando and Steven take advantage of the summer
AN: sequel to The Boys of Melrose
Fernando was pinned to the ground by Steven’s weight atop of him. He tried to smirk up at the older boy but it faltered when he ground down and Fernando’s attention was drawn to his rapidly hardening cock. He forgot about teasing the boy or getting back at him for dropping him to the ground and instead focused on the pleasure that was radiating from his core. His hands immediately sought to remove clothing so that he could feel skin pressed against skin.
“God I’ve missed ye.” Stevie moaned before leaning to nip at his neck.
“Fuck me, Stevie. Please.” He gasped not wanting to waste time with foreplay.
His words seemed to heighten Steven’s arousal and Fernando could feel him fully hard against his thigh. The throbbing heat of it made Fernando squirm in anticipation. They pulled apart long enough to tear off clothing before surging back together rubbing against one another like the horny kids they were.
“Mmm... ye know what’s great about this room?” Stevie asked as his fingers caressed Fernando’s ass.
“What?” Fernando asked distractedly only caring about what was going to happen.
“It has a bed.”
Fernando laughed breathily as he looked up at the bed from where they were sprawled on the floor. The carpeting while soft wasn’t exactly something he wanted to rub against in the heat of the moment. Carpet burn was never sexy.
“So it does.” Fernando replied.
They struggled to their feet the process hindered by their desire to keep touching as they went and when they stumbled onto the bed fully naked and hard they surged together as if by some high power magnet they couldn’t fight. Fernando’s legs fell apart giving Stevie more room between them and the Scouser ducked his head to suck on a taut nipple as his finger trailed teasingly down his crack pressing against his entrance. Just as he was about to push in he pulled back removing himself from Fernando‘s body.
“What the fuck?” Fernando complained.
“I don’t have any lube or condoms.” Steven said voice tight. “Do you?”
“Shit! I don’t know.”
Fernando swore some more as he got off the bed and rummaged through his bag still not sure what exactly he had brought. He found plenty of boxers and t-shirts but that was about it. He wasn’t too worried about lube but a condom was probably important.
“Fuck!” he groaned before an idea occurred to him. “Wait, don’t move.”
Stevie was calling after him but wrapping a towel loosely around his waist Fernando slipped out of the room. The house was quiet with Sergio having gone over to Iker’s and his parents’ in their room. Silently he slipped into the bathroom Sergio used and opened the top drawer. Pushing aside a half dozen, half empty tubes of various hair products he found the small wicker box he was looking for. He knew it was Sergio’s backup stash and he prayed that his friend hadn’t needed to use it recently. Opening the basket he saw a single condom and a small, unopened bottle of lube. Grabbing both with a silent prayer and a mental note to restock it for Sergio he went back to the guest room and Stevie.
“Success!” he said with a smirk as he tossed both items at the Scouser.
“Oh thank God, now get yer ass over here pronto. Te necesito ahora.”
The rough Spanish almost masked by the thick Scouse nearly had Fernando coming on the towel and he groaned appreciatively.
“I don’t think I’ve told you just how much I love you speaking Spanish.” He growled.
“Te gustas mi español, Niño?”
Fernando practically purred in response and pushed himself on his boyfriend one hand reaching down to work his hole as his tongue penetrated Stevie’s mouth. It wasn’t long before Fernando was on his back with his ankles up by his head and Stevie looming over him. The slight pull of muscles along his thighs only served to heighten the anticipation and Fernando was quivering with pure need as broken pleas slipped past his dry lips. Steven brought one finger to his lips in an indication to keep quiet reminding the Spaniard where they were. He bit his bottom lip to stifle any sounds and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure when Steven finally pushed in.
It wasn’t like previous times they had sex; this time it was more primal. It was an insatiable desire to get closer, to feel more as Steven buried himself in Fernando’s body. It was a good thing the bed didn’t have a headboard for the wall surely would’ve had a few dents as Fernando was pushed up the bed with the force of Steven’s thrusts. Fernando keened low in his throat a fist in his mouth keeping it from shattering out into the room. His other hand fought for purchase on anything and everything. Alternating between clawing at Steven’s biceps, gripping the sheets and clutching his own trembling thighs. He could feel that he was close to orgasm his entire body coiled tight like a spring paused on the edge of release.
“Stevie...” he managed to whimper.
The Scouser’s eyes were almost black, clouded with his own passion and all it took was one quick tug on Fernando’s heavy cock for him to split open in a body wrenching orgasm that drained him of all of his energy and left him buzzing with aftershocks of his endorphin high. His body was clutching at Stevie’s cock on its own accord and with a few more shallow thrusts Fernando milked Steven’s orgasm out of him. Steven’s arms shook as he managed to pull out of Fernando and discard the condom before collapsing on the bed. Both boys were breathing heavily their harsh pants unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet of the room.
“Remember how you said over and over?” Fernando finally said his voice still shaky.
“Ngh.” Steven grunted.
“I think it’s gonna have to wait till tomorrow if you want me to be able to move again this trip.”
Steven chuckled tiredly shoving against Fernando lightly with his shoulder. They lay there in silence for a bit longer before Fernando conceded at the very least he needed to wipe the cum off his chest before going to sleep. He dragged his tired and aching body out of bed and to the bathroom frowning at his reflection in the mirror. It looked like it was going to take more than a damp cloth to clean up this mess and he flipped the shower on letting it heat up.
“Wanna join?” he asked Stevie having moved to the doorway.
“I thought ye were too knackered?”
“I meant a shower. You kind of smell, Steven Gerrard.” Fernando teased.
The Scouser laughed and stretched himself out over the bed making a show of smelling himself before pushing himself up.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
Fernando just rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the bathroom. Steam was starting to billow out from behind the curtain and with a smile he stepped under the spray.
“Hmm...” he sighed happily as the hot water cascaded over his head and down his body.
He could hear Steven walk into the bathroom and shut the door his mind’s eye conjuring up the image that was no doubt on the other side of the dark green shower curtain. He saw Stevie standing there without a stitch of clothing on a dusting of fine hair covering his chest and forming a trail down to the apex of his thighs. His impressive cock would be hanging there imposing even in rest made even more so by the strong thighs also covered in soft hairs. His short hair would be just a bit tousled and there’d still be traces of that satisfied smile on his roguish features. Just thinking about Stevie standing there stirred an interest in Fernando’s cock despite being mentally, emotionally and physically tired after the upheaval of the day. He shook his head thinking how it had really been only that morning that he had woken up to find Stevie sitting downstairs.
The shower curtain pulled aside and Stevie stepped in looking of course even better than Fernando had pictured. He’d never be able to perfectly recreate that shade of greyish green eyes. The storm that raged in them when he looked at Fernando was indescribable and he found himself automatically stepping closer; leaving the heat of the spray in favour of Stevie’s own heat. The Scouser didn’t say anything just opened his arms to him and hugged him close. Their mouths met softly in a slow slide of lips that was more about love than passion. Stevie backed them up so they were under the spray again and Fernando let a happy little sigh escape him.
When they pulled apart he tilted his head up letting the spray hit him in the face before looking back at the Scouser with a smile. Steven had grabbed the bar of soap and he turned them so that the water was coming down on Steven’s back and Fernando was pressed against his chest. He let his head fall back onto Steven’s shoulder as his boyfriend slowly and thoroughly washed him down. Throughout the washing his cock was half-hard and Stevie avoided touching him. He carefully moved his legs apart and trailed soapy hands along Fernando’s inner thighs but he never so much as accidentally brushed his cock. Steven gently pushed him forward and turned him around pausing to place a lingering kiss against wet lips. Fernando decided things were going a bit too slow and that they were going to run out of hot water before Steven touched him. With a smirk he pressed his tongue into Steven’s mouth and slid his hands down the planes of his back.
“For someone who only wanted a shower ye sure are impatient.” Steven teased having pulled back.
“It’s your fault.” He whined pressing close.
Stevie cocked an eyebrow in question while his hands kneaded at Fernando’s ass.
“You’re so hot my body can’t control itself.”
Stevie chuckled but his cheeks were slightly pink and Fernando found himself getting fully hard at the sight of the blush. He loved it when Stevie blushed because it was such a rare occurrence and he had a feeling that he was the only one able to cause that reaction in the Scouser. Their mouths found each other again as they kissed under the spray of the shower and Steven slid his hand between their wet and soapy bodies grasping both their erections. Fernando was still too sensitized from the sex and between the water and the friction he found himself nearing his climax embarrassingly fast. Not wanting to come just yet he stilled Steven’s hand and slid to his knees. He licked up the shaft of Stevie’s cock once before sucking the head into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the head softly before he flattened it and took Steven in deep. With his nose buried in the coarse hairs at Steven’s crotch and his mouth stretched wide he looked up at his boyfriend to see him desperately scramble for some kind of purchase on the slippery tiles.
Fernando gagged a little before pulling back so that just the head was in his mouth again. He sucked and lapped at it until he could feel Stevie’s thighs quivering and he knew that it wouldn’t be long until he came. Fernando reached down to stroke his own erection as he deep throated Stevie again his hand moving quick and rough. As Stevie spilled into his open mouth he tugged once more and came in a rush over his hand. Stevie reached down a hand and helped pull him to his feet the water washing away any extra mess they made. They exchanged another sloppy kiss before finishing up in the shower. By the time Fernando wrapped a towel around his waist his eyes were starting to droop and he let Steven steer them towards the bed.
“Te amo, Stevie.” He murmured as his head hit the pillow.
“Te amo también, Fernando. Que duermas bien, cariño.”
Smiling at the Spanish Fernando fell asleep perfectly content.
When Steven woke up the following morning Fernando was still asleep with his face buried in the pillow and one arm flung out across Steven’s chest. Gently he moved the arm onto the bed and sat up not wanting to disturb him. He looked peaceful as he slept with his shock of blonde hair and thousands of freckles. He smiled as he noticed the freckles along the pink shell of his ear and had an insane notion to try and count them all. Shaking his head Steven slid out from under the covers and padded over to the bathroom. Studying his reflection he noted that he looked more refreshed and relaxed than he had in awhile and he knew clearing the air with Fernando was the reason why. Of course mind blowing sex also did wonders towards relaxing him. He grinned at the memory of the night before thinking about a repeat performance once they got moved over to the house Fernando’s dad had rented. Knowing the Spaniard there would be several rooms and surfaces he’s want to break in before his family arrived.
Fernando was still sleeping when Steven came out of the bathroom so he quietly got dressed and left the room. He was going to need to do something about clothes as well; all he had was the small duffel that usually held his sports gear. The house was still pretty quiet and he wondered if anyone was up yet; he hadn’t actually stopped to check the time. He knew it wasn’t too early since it was already light out. He headed towards the kitchen thinking he could at least grab a glass of water if no one was up and found Sergio’s mom with her hands in a deep bowl and flour on her skirt.
“Buenas días, Señora.” He greeted her with a smile.
“Aah Steven, nene. I told you to call me Paqui. How are you?”
“I’m good. Do you need any help with that?” he asked indicating the bowl.
“No, no. This is relaxing. Did you sleep well? There’s coffee on the counter, I’m afraid I don’t have anything for breakfast yet.”
Steven gladly helped himself to the coffee and reassured her he only needed some toast for breakfast. It took a bit of effort since his Spanish wasn’t that great and he gave up on trying to use the proper tense as long as he got the correct verb. Paqui just smiled and showed him which cupboard the bread was in. He drank his coffee and ate his toast in silence as Paqui worked away at the counter singing softly to herself. He was just refilling his coffee when Sergio came into the room. The younger boy had on a pair of plaid shorts and a polo top that should’ve looked awkward but somehow didn’t. His hair was pulled back in a loose bun at the nape of his neck and he wore a huge grin.
“Buenas días!” he greeted them both.
Sergio walked up to his mom and placed a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek before turning to Steven.
“When Nando’s ready I can drive you over to the house but first I’m beating your ass in FIFA.”
“Sergio!” Paqui admonished flicking a dish towel in his direction.
Sergio just laughed and danced easily out of the way.
“You can always try but that didn’t help you last night.” Stevie taunted.
“It was a sympathy win since you were a guest in my house and all that.” Sergio lied.
Steven just laughed and went back to his coffee.
By the time Fernando appeared downstairs both boys had won a game and Sergio had declared the winner of the next one would be buying the first round when they went out that night. With Fernando shouting encouragement in both Spanish and English they two boys faced off for the third and final match.
Part: 11/15
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 2,687
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and intends no harm towards people herein mentioned
Summary: Steven is off to University in the fall and so Fernando and Steven take advantage of the summer
AN: sequel to The Boys of Melrose
Fernando was pinned to the ground by Steven’s weight atop of him. He tried to smirk up at the older boy but it faltered when he ground down and Fernando’s attention was drawn to his rapidly hardening cock. He forgot about teasing the boy or getting back at him for dropping him to the ground and instead focused on the pleasure that was radiating from his core. His hands immediately sought to remove clothing so that he could feel skin pressed against skin.
“God I’ve missed ye.” Stevie moaned before leaning to nip at his neck.
“Fuck me, Stevie. Please.” He gasped not wanting to waste time with foreplay.
His words seemed to heighten Steven’s arousal and Fernando could feel him fully hard against his thigh. The throbbing heat of it made Fernando squirm in anticipation. They pulled apart long enough to tear off clothing before surging back together rubbing against one another like the horny kids they were.
“Mmm... ye know what’s great about this room?” Stevie asked as his fingers caressed Fernando’s ass.
“What?” Fernando asked distractedly only caring about what was going to happen.
“It has a bed.”
Fernando laughed breathily as he looked up at the bed from where they were sprawled on the floor. The carpeting while soft wasn’t exactly something he wanted to rub against in the heat of the moment. Carpet burn was never sexy.
“So it does.” Fernando replied.
They struggled to their feet the process hindered by their desire to keep touching as they went and when they stumbled onto the bed fully naked and hard they surged together as if by some high power magnet they couldn’t fight. Fernando’s legs fell apart giving Stevie more room between them and the Scouser ducked his head to suck on a taut nipple as his finger trailed teasingly down his crack pressing against his entrance. Just as he was about to push in he pulled back removing himself from Fernando‘s body.
“What the fuck?” Fernando complained.
“I don’t have any lube or condoms.” Steven said voice tight. “Do you?”
“Shit! I don’t know.”
Fernando swore some more as he got off the bed and rummaged through his bag still not sure what exactly he had brought. He found plenty of boxers and t-shirts but that was about it. He wasn’t too worried about lube but a condom was probably important.
“Fuck!” he groaned before an idea occurred to him. “Wait, don’t move.”
Stevie was calling after him but wrapping a towel loosely around his waist Fernando slipped out of the room. The house was quiet with Sergio having gone over to Iker’s and his parents’ in their room. Silently he slipped into the bathroom Sergio used and opened the top drawer. Pushing aside a half dozen, half empty tubes of various hair products he found the small wicker box he was looking for. He knew it was Sergio’s backup stash and he prayed that his friend hadn’t needed to use it recently. Opening the basket he saw a single condom and a small, unopened bottle of lube. Grabbing both with a silent prayer and a mental note to restock it for Sergio he went back to the guest room and Stevie.
“Success!” he said with a smirk as he tossed both items at the Scouser.
“Oh thank God, now get yer ass over here pronto. Te necesito ahora.”
The rough Spanish almost masked by the thick Scouse nearly had Fernando coming on the towel and he groaned appreciatively.
“I don’t think I’ve told you just how much I love you speaking Spanish.” He growled.
“Te gustas mi español, Niño?”
Fernando practically purred in response and pushed himself on his boyfriend one hand reaching down to work his hole as his tongue penetrated Stevie’s mouth. It wasn’t long before Fernando was on his back with his ankles up by his head and Stevie looming over him. The slight pull of muscles along his thighs only served to heighten the anticipation and Fernando was quivering with pure need as broken pleas slipped past his dry lips. Steven brought one finger to his lips in an indication to keep quiet reminding the Spaniard where they were. He bit his bottom lip to stifle any sounds and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure when Steven finally pushed in.
It wasn’t like previous times they had sex; this time it was more primal. It was an insatiable desire to get closer, to feel more as Steven buried himself in Fernando’s body. It was a good thing the bed didn’t have a headboard for the wall surely would’ve had a few dents as Fernando was pushed up the bed with the force of Steven’s thrusts. Fernando keened low in his throat a fist in his mouth keeping it from shattering out into the room. His other hand fought for purchase on anything and everything. Alternating between clawing at Steven’s biceps, gripping the sheets and clutching his own trembling thighs. He could feel that he was close to orgasm his entire body coiled tight like a spring paused on the edge of release.
“Stevie...” he managed to whimper.
The Scouser’s eyes were almost black, clouded with his own passion and all it took was one quick tug on Fernando’s heavy cock for him to split open in a body wrenching orgasm that drained him of all of his energy and left him buzzing with aftershocks of his endorphin high. His body was clutching at Stevie’s cock on its own accord and with a few more shallow thrusts Fernando milked Steven’s orgasm out of him. Steven’s arms shook as he managed to pull out of Fernando and discard the condom before collapsing on the bed. Both boys were breathing heavily their harsh pants unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet of the room.
“Remember how you said over and over?” Fernando finally said his voice still shaky.
“Ngh.” Steven grunted.
“I think it’s gonna have to wait till tomorrow if you want me to be able to move again this trip.”
Steven chuckled tiredly shoving against Fernando lightly with his shoulder. They lay there in silence for a bit longer before Fernando conceded at the very least he needed to wipe the cum off his chest before going to sleep. He dragged his tired and aching body out of bed and to the bathroom frowning at his reflection in the mirror. It looked like it was going to take more than a damp cloth to clean up this mess and he flipped the shower on letting it heat up.
“Wanna join?” he asked Stevie having moved to the doorway.
“I thought ye were too knackered?”
“I meant a shower. You kind of smell, Steven Gerrard.” Fernando teased.
The Scouser laughed and stretched himself out over the bed making a show of smelling himself before pushing himself up.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”
Fernando just rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the bathroom. Steam was starting to billow out from behind the curtain and with a smile he stepped under the spray.
“Hmm...” he sighed happily as the hot water cascaded over his head and down his body.
He could hear Steven walk into the bathroom and shut the door his mind’s eye conjuring up the image that was no doubt on the other side of the dark green shower curtain. He saw Stevie standing there without a stitch of clothing on a dusting of fine hair covering his chest and forming a trail down to the apex of his thighs. His impressive cock would be hanging there imposing even in rest made even more so by the strong thighs also covered in soft hairs. His short hair would be just a bit tousled and there’d still be traces of that satisfied smile on his roguish features. Just thinking about Stevie standing there stirred an interest in Fernando’s cock despite being mentally, emotionally and physically tired after the upheaval of the day. He shook his head thinking how it had really been only that morning that he had woken up to find Stevie sitting downstairs.
The shower curtain pulled aside and Stevie stepped in looking of course even better than Fernando had pictured. He’d never be able to perfectly recreate that shade of greyish green eyes. The storm that raged in them when he looked at Fernando was indescribable and he found himself automatically stepping closer; leaving the heat of the spray in favour of Stevie’s own heat. The Scouser didn’t say anything just opened his arms to him and hugged him close. Their mouths met softly in a slow slide of lips that was more about love than passion. Stevie backed them up so they were under the spray again and Fernando let a happy little sigh escape him.
When they pulled apart he tilted his head up letting the spray hit him in the face before looking back at the Scouser with a smile. Steven had grabbed the bar of soap and he turned them so that the water was coming down on Steven’s back and Fernando was pressed against his chest. He let his head fall back onto Steven’s shoulder as his boyfriend slowly and thoroughly washed him down. Throughout the washing his cock was half-hard and Stevie avoided touching him. He carefully moved his legs apart and trailed soapy hands along Fernando’s inner thighs but he never so much as accidentally brushed his cock. Steven gently pushed him forward and turned him around pausing to place a lingering kiss against wet lips. Fernando decided things were going a bit too slow and that they were going to run out of hot water before Steven touched him. With a smirk he pressed his tongue into Steven’s mouth and slid his hands down the planes of his back.
“For someone who only wanted a shower ye sure are impatient.” Steven teased having pulled back.
“It’s your fault.” He whined pressing close.
Stevie cocked an eyebrow in question while his hands kneaded at Fernando’s ass.
“You’re so hot my body can’t control itself.”
Stevie chuckled but his cheeks were slightly pink and Fernando found himself getting fully hard at the sight of the blush. He loved it when Stevie blushed because it was such a rare occurrence and he had a feeling that he was the only one able to cause that reaction in the Scouser. Their mouths found each other again as they kissed under the spray of the shower and Steven slid his hand between their wet and soapy bodies grasping both their erections. Fernando was still too sensitized from the sex and between the water and the friction he found himself nearing his climax embarrassingly fast. Not wanting to come just yet he stilled Steven’s hand and slid to his knees. He licked up the shaft of Stevie’s cock once before sucking the head into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the head softly before he flattened it and took Steven in deep. With his nose buried in the coarse hairs at Steven’s crotch and his mouth stretched wide he looked up at his boyfriend to see him desperately scramble for some kind of purchase on the slippery tiles.
Fernando gagged a little before pulling back so that just the head was in his mouth again. He sucked and lapped at it until he could feel Stevie’s thighs quivering and he knew that it wouldn’t be long until he came. Fernando reached down to stroke his own erection as he deep throated Stevie again his hand moving quick and rough. As Stevie spilled into his open mouth he tugged once more and came in a rush over his hand. Stevie reached down a hand and helped pull him to his feet the water washing away any extra mess they made. They exchanged another sloppy kiss before finishing up in the shower. By the time Fernando wrapped a towel around his waist his eyes were starting to droop and he let Steven steer them towards the bed.
“Te amo, Stevie.” He murmured as his head hit the pillow.
“Te amo también, Fernando. Que duermas bien, cariño.”
Smiling at the Spanish Fernando fell asleep perfectly content.
When Steven woke up the following morning Fernando was still asleep with his face buried in the pillow and one arm flung out across Steven’s chest. Gently he moved the arm onto the bed and sat up not wanting to disturb him. He looked peaceful as he slept with his shock of blonde hair and thousands of freckles. He smiled as he noticed the freckles along the pink shell of his ear and had an insane notion to try and count them all. Shaking his head Steven slid out from under the covers and padded over to the bathroom. Studying his reflection he noted that he looked more refreshed and relaxed than he had in awhile and he knew clearing the air with Fernando was the reason why. Of course mind blowing sex also did wonders towards relaxing him. He grinned at the memory of the night before thinking about a repeat performance once they got moved over to the house Fernando’s dad had rented. Knowing the Spaniard there would be several rooms and surfaces he’s want to break in before his family arrived.
Fernando was still sleeping when Steven came out of the bathroom so he quietly got dressed and left the room. He was going to need to do something about clothes as well; all he had was the small duffel that usually held his sports gear. The house was still pretty quiet and he wondered if anyone was up yet; he hadn’t actually stopped to check the time. He knew it wasn’t too early since it was already light out. He headed towards the kitchen thinking he could at least grab a glass of water if no one was up and found Sergio’s mom with her hands in a deep bowl and flour on her skirt.
“Buenas días, Señora.” He greeted her with a smile.
“Aah Steven, nene. I told you to call me Paqui. How are you?”
“I’m good. Do you need any help with that?” he asked indicating the bowl.
“No, no. This is relaxing. Did you sleep well? There’s coffee on the counter, I’m afraid I don’t have anything for breakfast yet.”
Steven gladly helped himself to the coffee and reassured her he only needed some toast for breakfast. It took a bit of effort since his Spanish wasn’t that great and he gave up on trying to use the proper tense as long as he got the correct verb. Paqui just smiled and showed him which cupboard the bread was in. He drank his coffee and ate his toast in silence as Paqui worked away at the counter singing softly to herself. He was just refilling his coffee when Sergio came into the room. The younger boy had on a pair of plaid shorts and a polo top that should’ve looked awkward but somehow didn’t. His hair was pulled back in a loose bun at the nape of his neck and he wore a huge grin.
“Buenas días!” he greeted them both.
Sergio walked up to his mom and placed a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek before turning to Steven.
“When Nando’s ready I can drive you over to the house but first I’m beating your ass in FIFA.”
“Sergio!” Paqui admonished flicking a dish towel in his direction.
Sergio just laughed and danced easily out of the way.
“You can always try but that didn’t help you last night.” Stevie taunted.
“It was a sympathy win since you were a guest in my house and all that.” Sergio lied.
Steven just laughed and went back to his coffee.
By the time Fernando appeared downstairs both boys had won a game and Sergio had declared the winner of the next one would be buying the first round when they went out that night. With Fernando shouting encouragement in both Spanish and English they two boys faced off for the third and final match.