Boys of Summer - part 14
Title: The Boys of Summer
Part: 14/15
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 2,914
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 tossed his head back as he felt a needy moan build from deep in his chest threatening to erupt not just from his mouth but from his entire being. He turned his head to look over his shoulder the moan springing free with the intensity of the gaze Steven leveled on him. His eyes were a stormy grey caught up in the passion of desire as he unleashed the power of the storm upon Fernando with near punishing thrusts that had him helpless to do anything but moan and beg for more. Steven leaned forward to catch Fernando’s mouth in a kiss that was impossible to describe as anything but lewd; their tongues meeting outside of their mouths in a tangle of hot pants and slight moans.
He tried to thrust back to get that little bit more he needed to push himself over the edge but his body was weak with desire and exhaustion and he could do little more than hold himself up. He managed to slip a hand under his body to grab at his erection hissing as he tugged at the hard flesh. His hand twisted and flicked over the sensitized head and as the hard tip of Steven’s cock pressed against his prostate once more Fernando came with a shattered cry that ripped its way out of Fernando’s spent body. He slumped forward smearing his cum into the bed sheets and his stomach not caring whether it made a mess of things or not. Steven held Fernando’s hips up as he continued to thrust forward with an edge of desperation and he felt him come deep inside of him filling the condom with a cry. After pulling out he tied off the condom and tossed it into the bin beside the bed before collapsing beside Fernando breathing harshly. Fernando rolled himself onto his back hissing slightly as a dull ache permeated through his body mixed in with the euphoria of orgasm.
“Yer going to kill me, lad.” Stevie breathed with a soft chuckle.
“It wouldn’t be a bad way to go.” Fernando offered with a tired smirk.
“No it wouldn’t though I don’t fancy yer dad and Mari finding us like this come tomorrow.”
Fernando chuckled and turned into the Scouser flicking his tongue over the skin in his reach before snuggling closer. Steven smiled and lazily dropped a hand over Fernando’s torso after pulling the sheets up to cover their cooling flesh. Sleep was quickly overcoming Fernando and he didn’t try to resist its pull as the exhaustion of multiple rounds of sex and a tiring hangover took its toll on his body. They had almost a full day more before his father got here with Mari and he planned on taking advantage of it after all they had yet to christen the kitchen amongst other rooms. With a smile on his face he let himself be pulled under.
_.o.0.o._
Steven woke slowly feeling awareness creep into his body like a slow mist seeping over him. It started with the feeling of warmth; both the sun coming through the window and Fernando’s body heat pressing into his side. Through the heat sinking into his flesh he became aware of his extremities and the slight ache of exhaustion that still clung to his muscles after the activities of the day before. But with this ache came the intense feeling of satisfaction that he just couldn’t shake not that he wanted to mind you. Memories and sensations washed over him and he felt his mouth twitch into a half smile while his cock stirred both in remembrance of what had happened and in anticipation of what was yet to occur. Beside him Fernando’s breathing still had the even cadence of sleep and Steven moved carefully so as not to disturb him. The younger boy slept on as Steven shifted away and pushed himself up onto one elbow. He let his gaze take in the sleeping Spaniard smiling at the tangled mess his hair had become through sex and sleep his own fingers having knotted it in throes of passion no doubt. He was always struck by how young and innocent Fernando appeared while he slept with his thick eyelashes falling over freckled cheeks and pink lips stretched ever so slightly in a hint of a smile.
Of course Steven also saw those same lips stretched thin over the girth of his cock while deep fuck me eyes gazed up at him from under those inky eyelashes. The freckled cheeks stained pink with arousal as they hollowed around his erection with inerrant skill that never failed to make Steven come hard and fast. Fernando was an intoxicating mix of innocence and seduction that drew so many in and Steven had been no exception. He couldn’t help but feel pride however in the fact that amongst all the hearts that Fernando stole it was Steven’s that he wanted and in return Fernando had offered up his own. He was still musing over this when the Spaniard began to stir, a tiny flicker of movements behind the thin skin of his eyelids alerting the Scouser to the fact that he was waking. He bent back over the Spaniard to press a chaste kiss to his lips before moving back smiling as Fernando chased him up for a proper kiss.
“Morning.” Steven said as Fernando’s rich brown eyes opened.
Steven watched as Fernando mumbled a hello before stretching out lazily like a cat in the sun. Long, lean limbs poked out from under the sheet before pulling back in to sprawl across Steven with an impish grin.
“Do you suppose Mari will bring us breakfast in bed when she gets here?” Fernando asked with a sleepy yawn.
“Maybe if it was just me or Sergio.” Steven teased.
Fernando had told him about the girl’s long-standing crush on the Sevillan and he had witnessed a blush or two when the name came up to prove that it was more than just Fernando’s exaggeration.
“Díos, don’t tell Sergio or he’ll probably try to do it.”
Steven laughed scratching his fingers through the Spaniard’s hair absent-mindedly. Fernando let out a contented sigh before snuggling closer and tilting his head up for a kiss which Steven happily dropped on his pouty lips.
“I guess we’ll just have to make our own breakfast.”
Fernando let out a long suffering sigh and turned his puppy eyes on Steven which amused the Scouser and still managed to make his resolve crumble just a bit.
“If I make ye breakfast in bed all it’s going to be is coffee and toast, Nando.” He tried.
Fernando just widened his eyes even further and smiled happily. Grumbling - mostly to himself - Steven found himself crawling out of the comfort of the bed and pulling on some shorts.
“This had better not get back to any of the lads.” He warned with a mock glare.
Neither the glare nor the threat seemed to daze the younger boy and he just smiled and cuddled back into the blankets with a sound strangely close to a purr. Steven just shook his head and padded down the hall to the kitchen to start the coffee. A few minutes later he walked back into the bedroom balancing two mugs and a plate of toast. Fernando was half-covered by the sheets and he nudged the foot that was hanging off the bed.
“Mmm, gracias amor.” Fernando said with a smile as he propped himself up on the pillows and accepted his coffee.
“Just don’t expect it to happen again.” Stevie grumbled.
Fernando just smiled sweetly before swiping a piece of toast. The Scouser shook his head and crawled back onto the bed beside Fernando to share breakfast.
_.o.0.o._
Fernando shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited for Steven to fiddle with his phone bringing up the camera before turning it around to try and capture a decent photo of the two of them. The Scouser had decided that he wanted to do some “touristy” things before the others arrived and so they found themselves in the center of Madrid outside Palacio Real. Stevie didn’t have his camera so he was making do with his phone and despite Fernando’s protests the Spaniard was featured in most of them. The latest was in front of the regal looking fountain by the Palacio and he allowed himself to be pulled into a half-hug as Steven lined up the phone in what he hoped was the right spot. In the first attempt Stevie had cut himself out but the second turned out rather centered.
“Where to next, Capitan?” he asked.
“That’s all I had planned on. Is there anywhere you think I should see? Sergio suggested the Bernabeu but I’m thinking not.” Steven finished with a wry smile.
Fernando chuckled softly he definitely was not going to willingly go on a tour of the Galactico Kingdom. In all the years of living in Madrid he had only ever stepped foot in the fabled stadium to watch Atletico play the Whites. Sergio had tried persuading him once -or twice - but an eventful history or not it would feel too much like a betrayal to his beloved team.
“We could just wander around the city for a bit. Mari will probably want to stop by the Vicente Calderon before we leave. She’s made it into some sort of tradition. She insists on going round the last full day in Madrid. That and churros.”
“Alright, we’ll save the Calderon for Mari. Wandering is fine by me and then perhaps a siesta. Yer wearing me out.”
Fernando’s smile was slightly lecherous as he led Steven off in a random direction. After breakfast in bed they had christened the kitchen. Stevie had laughed and pointed out that they were doing things backwards - sex in the kitchen, breakfast in the bedroom - but that hadn’t kept Fernando from coming across the tiles when Steven had fucked him on the floor.
He was now satisfied that they had broken in all the significant rooms which he had been thinking about doing ever since the Scouser had agreed to come on the trip. Of course that much sex in the last two days had left him quite sore and he was happy to collapse on the bed that afternoon for nothing more strenuous than a nap.
They had a lazy afternoon after waking up simply watching TV and lying about. Fernando remembered his father’s request about a clean house and made sure that everything was neat and tidy without a single glass left out on the counter. He did it partly because his father didn’t think he would but also because he wanted to show him that he really was going to make an effort to be a good son and not just a good brother. Fernando was curled up against Steven on the couch watching Lord of the Rings - which had been playing on TV and he had insisted they watch - when the sound of a car door drew his attention. Pulling himself up off of Stevie he walked to the window and peering outside could see his father getting out of the rental car.
“Looks like they’re here.” He told Stevie.
The Scouser switched off the TV and stood up following Fernando to the door.
“Hola Papá. How was the flight?” Fernando asked.
“A bit rough but we landed in one piece so I can’t complain. Will you boys give me a hand with the luggage, Mari Paz is pretty tired.”
“Of course, Señor. Thank you for getting my bag.” Steven said following Fernando to the boot of the car.
“Not a problem, Steven. Did you call your mother?”
“Yes, sir. We talked yesterday.”
“Good.”
Mari climbed out of the car then, her eyes heavy with sleep and her backpack clutched against her chest. She stretched and let out a yawn before turning to give them a tired smile.
“Hola, ángel, did you miss me?” Fernando said with a grin.
“Oh, were you gone?” Mari answered with a smile.
“Your words hurt, Niña.”
The little girl just laughed and held her bag closer.
“What’s in the bag? A love letter for Sergio?” he teased.
He couldn’t help laughing as her grip tightened and her face turned pink as she stammered to deny that there was anything in the bag besides her books. Of course between her adamant refusals and her determination not to let Fernando see the bag he knew that something special was in there. Steven came to her rescue however by shoving a bag into his arms and telling him to leave Mari alone with a wink to the girl. Mari’s smile grew and Fernando couldn’t help thinking that Sergio just might have some competition.
It didn’t take long to get the car unpacked and soon Mari had gone off to bed and the boys were sitting in the kitchen with Fernando’s father. His father had helped himself to one of the beers they had in the fridge and he took a long pull before letting out a sigh and sitting in one of the chairs.
“Díos, I dislike flying.” He said wearily.
“Mamá always said if you had it your way you would’ve driven to Venice on your honeymoon.” Fernando teased.
His father looked at him oddly for a moment and Fernando wondered if it hadn’t been Venice they had gone to when it hit him. This was probably the first time he had mentioned his mother to him since she had died. She had been a taboo subject between them ever since the move to Liverpool so no wonder his father was looking at him weirdly. He recovered quickly however and gave a soft self-deprecating laugh.
“Yes, she was quick to veto the idea of driving and was so excited to fly I couldn’t do anything but buy the damn tickets.”
“I’m sure she appreciated it.” Stevie interjected causing the older man to smile and agree.
They spent a bit longer discussing plans for the next week which included a BBQ with the Ramos family and some others the Torres’ kept in touch with. The BBQ was always one of the highlights of their trips to Madrid as Fernando got to see a lot of his old friends. There would be plenty of food, a game of footie for sure and lots of laughs. It was often the last hurrah of the summer and always something to look forward to and this year was going to be no different.
_.o.0.o._
The day of the BBQ dawned sunny and warm and when Fernando woke he couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement. He had his back to Steven and he rolled over in the Scouser’s embrace to place soft kisses to his chest with a smile. Slowly Steven woke up and ducked his head to press a kiss against Fernando’s hair. Even though he wanted to linger in bed he knew there was too much to be done before everyone arrived for the BBQ. They had started preparations the night before but they still had a lot to do. When they got to the kitchen Mari was already making Stuffed Tomatoes while his father was marinating BBQ Mini Ribs so that they’d be ready to pop on the grill later. Fernando and Steven were in charge of setting up tables and chairs and making sure the coolers were stocked with drinks and ice. Later Fernando would make Spanish Omelettes and Patatas Bravas. Sergio and his family were bringing over Paella and Tortillitas de Camarones; an Andalucía specialty that was always a favourite. Other guests would bring various other tapas and drinks until the large table was absolutely covered in food.
Sergio was the first to arrive coming in with the announcement that the party could now start since he was there. Paqui cuffed him playfully on the head before immediately moving in to the kitchen to help with preparations. Sergio’s father joined Fernando’s father out by the BBQ and as others began to arrive it became the manly gathering spot. It wasn’t long before Sergio had some music playing and a game of five a side had started in the backyard. Despite his limited Spanish Stevie was able to get along well with the other boys who showed up with both Iker and Fernando working as translator when needed. When the latest game came to an end Stevie excused himself to go grab another drink and ended up over by the sound system flipping through the CDs that Sergio had brought. Most were flamenco but he noticed a few that Fernando had no doubt slipped in. One CD in particular drew his attention and he drew it out from the pile to examine more closely. It was a mixed CD with a homemade CD cover that simply said ‘Una Mezcla’ in careful handwriting. Opening it up there was a list of songs written in that same careful writing and then in the bottom corner ‘besos MP’. Smiling Stevie put the CD back into the pile thinking he had discovered what Mari Paz had been hiding in her bag when they arrived.
“Stevie? Come on we need another player. Sergio thinks he can actually win this time.” Fernando called out.
Stevie laughed and putting his drink down ran to join the group content to keep Mari’s secret and just enjoy the last of the summer.
Part: 14/15
Rating: R (to be safe)
Words: 2,914
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 tossed his head back as he felt a needy moan build from deep in his chest threatening to erupt not just from his mouth but from his entire being. He turned his head to look over his shoulder the moan springing free with the intensity of the gaze Steven leveled on him. His eyes were a stormy grey caught up in the passion of desire as he unleashed the power of the storm upon Fernando with near punishing thrusts that had him helpless to do anything but moan and beg for more. Steven leaned forward to catch Fernando’s mouth in a kiss that was impossible to describe as anything but lewd; their tongues meeting outside of their mouths in a tangle of hot pants and slight moans.
He tried to thrust back to get that little bit more he needed to push himself over the edge but his body was weak with desire and exhaustion and he could do little more than hold himself up. He managed to slip a hand under his body to grab at his erection hissing as he tugged at the hard flesh. His hand twisted and flicked over the sensitized head and as the hard tip of Steven’s cock pressed against his prostate once more Fernando came with a shattered cry that ripped its way out of Fernando’s spent body. He slumped forward smearing his cum into the bed sheets and his stomach not caring whether it made a mess of things or not. Steven held Fernando’s hips up as he continued to thrust forward with an edge of desperation and he felt him come deep inside of him filling the condom with a cry. After pulling out he tied off the condom and tossed it into the bin beside the bed before collapsing beside Fernando breathing harshly. Fernando rolled himself onto his back hissing slightly as a dull ache permeated through his body mixed in with the euphoria of orgasm.
“Yer going to kill me, lad.” Stevie breathed with a soft chuckle.
“It wouldn’t be a bad way to go.” Fernando offered with a tired smirk.
“No it wouldn’t though I don’t fancy yer dad and Mari finding us like this come tomorrow.”
Fernando chuckled and turned into the Scouser flicking his tongue over the skin in his reach before snuggling closer. Steven smiled and lazily dropped a hand over Fernando’s torso after pulling the sheets up to cover their cooling flesh. Sleep was quickly overcoming Fernando and he didn’t try to resist its pull as the exhaustion of multiple rounds of sex and a tiring hangover took its toll on his body. They had almost a full day more before his father got here with Mari and he planned on taking advantage of it after all they had yet to christen the kitchen amongst other rooms. With a smile on his face he let himself be pulled under.
_.o.0.o._
Steven woke slowly feeling awareness creep into his body like a slow mist seeping over him. It started with the feeling of warmth; both the sun coming through the window and Fernando’s body heat pressing into his side. Through the heat sinking into his flesh he became aware of his extremities and the slight ache of exhaustion that still clung to his muscles after the activities of the day before. But with this ache came the intense feeling of satisfaction that he just couldn’t shake not that he wanted to mind you. Memories and sensations washed over him and he felt his mouth twitch into a half smile while his cock stirred both in remembrance of what had happened and in anticipation of what was yet to occur. Beside him Fernando’s breathing still had the even cadence of sleep and Steven moved carefully so as not to disturb him. The younger boy slept on as Steven shifted away and pushed himself up onto one elbow. He let his gaze take in the sleeping Spaniard smiling at the tangled mess his hair had become through sex and sleep his own fingers having knotted it in throes of passion no doubt. He was always struck by how young and innocent Fernando appeared while he slept with his thick eyelashes falling over freckled cheeks and pink lips stretched ever so slightly in a hint of a smile.
Of course Steven also saw those same lips stretched thin over the girth of his cock while deep fuck me eyes gazed up at him from under those inky eyelashes. The freckled cheeks stained pink with arousal as they hollowed around his erection with inerrant skill that never failed to make Steven come hard and fast. Fernando was an intoxicating mix of innocence and seduction that drew so many in and Steven had been no exception. He couldn’t help but feel pride however in the fact that amongst all the hearts that Fernando stole it was Steven’s that he wanted and in return Fernando had offered up his own. He was still musing over this when the Spaniard began to stir, a tiny flicker of movements behind the thin skin of his eyelids alerting the Scouser to the fact that he was waking. He bent back over the Spaniard to press a chaste kiss to his lips before moving back smiling as Fernando chased him up for a proper kiss.
“Morning.” Steven said as Fernando’s rich brown eyes opened.
Steven watched as Fernando mumbled a hello before stretching out lazily like a cat in the sun. Long, lean limbs poked out from under the sheet before pulling back in to sprawl across Steven with an impish grin.
“Do you suppose Mari will bring us breakfast in bed when she gets here?” Fernando asked with a sleepy yawn.
“Maybe if it was just me or Sergio.” Steven teased.
Fernando had told him about the girl’s long-standing crush on the Sevillan and he had witnessed a blush or two when the name came up to prove that it was more than just Fernando’s exaggeration.
“Díos, don’t tell Sergio or he’ll probably try to do it.”
Steven laughed scratching his fingers through the Spaniard’s hair absent-mindedly. Fernando let out a contented sigh before snuggling closer and tilting his head up for a kiss which Steven happily dropped on his pouty lips.
“I guess we’ll just have to make our own breakfast.”
Fernando let out a long suffering sigh and turned his puppy eyes on Steven which amused the Scouser and still managed to make his resolve crumble just a bit.
“If I make ye breakfast in bed all it’s going to be is coffee and toast, Nando.” He tried.
Fernando just widened his eyes even further and smiled happily. Grumbling - mostly to himself - Steven found himself crawling out of the comfort of the bed and pulling on some shorts.
“This had better not get back to any of the lads.” He warned with a mock glare.
Neither the glare nor the threat seemed to daze the younger boy and he just smiled and cuddled back into the blankets with a sound strangely close to a purr. Steven just shook his head and padded down the hall to the kitchen to start the coffee. A few minutes later he walked back into the bedroom balancing two mugs and a plate of toast. Fernando was half-covered by the sheets and he nudged the foot that was hanging off the bed.
“Mmm, gracias amor.” Fernando said with a smile as he propped himself up on the pillows and accepted his coffee.
“Just don’t expect it to happen again.” Stevie grumbled.
Fernando just smiled sweetly before swiping a piece of toast. The Scouser shook his head and crawled back onto the bed beside Fernando to share breakfast.
_.o.0.o._
Fernando shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited for Steven to fiddle with his phone bringing up the camera before turning it around to try and capture a decent photo of the two of them. The Scouser had decided that he wanted to do some “touristy” things before the others arrived and so they found themselves in the center of Madrid outside Palacio Real. Stevie didn’t have his camera so he was making do with his phone and despite Fernando’s protests the Spaniard was featured in most of them. The latest was in front of the regal looking fountain by the Palacio and he allowed himself to be pulled into a half-hug as Steven lined up the phone in what he hoped was the right spot. In the first attempt Stevie had cut himself out but the second turned out rather centered.
“Where to next, Capitan?” he asked.
“That’s all I had planned on. Is there anywhere you think I should see? Sergio suggested the Bernabeu but I’m thinking not.” Steven finished with a wry smile.
Fernando chuckled softly he definitely was not going to willingly go on a tour of the Galactico Kingdom. In all the years of living in Madrid he had only ever stepped foot in the fabled stadium to watch Atletico play the Whites. Sergio had tried persuading him once -or twice - but an eventful history or not it would feel too much like a betrayal to his beloved team.
“We could just wander around the city for a bit. Mari will probably want to stop by the Vicente Calderon before we leave. She’s made it into some sort of tradition. She insists on going round the last full day in Madrid. That and churros.”
“Alright, we’ll save the Calderon for Mari. Wandering is fine by me and then perhaps a siesta. Yer wearing me out.”
Fernando’s smile was slightly lecherous as he led Steven off in a random direction. After breakfast in bed they had christened the kitchen. Stevie had laughed and pointed out that they were doing things backwards - sex in the kitchen, breakfast in the bedroom - but that hadn’t kept Fernando from coming across the tiles when Steven had fucked him on the floor.
He was now satisfied that they had broken in all the significant rooms which he had been thinking about doing ever since the Scouser had agreed to come on the trip. Of course that much sex in the last two days had left him quite sore and he was happy to collapse on the bed that afternoon for nothing more strenuous than a nap.
They had a lazy afternoon after waking up simply watching TV and lying about. Fernando remembered his father’s request about a clean house and made sure that everything was neat and tidy without a single glass left out on the counter. He did it partly because his father didn’t think he would but also because he wanted to show him that he really was going to make an effort to be a good son and not just a good brother. Fernando was curled up against Steven on the couch watching Lord of the Rings - which had been playing on TV and he had insisted they watch - when the sound of a car door drew his attention. Pulling himself up off of Stevie he walked to the window and peering outside could see his father getting out of the rental car.
“Looks like they’re here.” He told Stevie.
The Scouser switched off the TV and stood up following Fernando to the door.
“Hola Papá. How was the flight?” Fernando asked.
“A bit rough but we landed in one piece so I can’t complain. Will you boys give me a hand with the luggage, Mari Paz is pretty tired.”
“Of course, Señor. Thank you for getting my bag.” Steven said following Fernando to the boot of the car.
“Not a problem, Steven. Did you call your mother?”
“Yes, sir. We talked yesterday.”
“Good.”
Mari climbed out of the car then, her eyes heavy with sleep and her backpack clutched against her chest. She stretched and let out a yawn before turning to give them a tired smile.
“Hola, ángel, did you miss me?” Fernando said with a grin.
“Oh, were you gone?” Mari answered with a smile.
“Your words hurt, Niña.”
The little girl just laughed and held her bag closer.
“What’s in the bag? A love letter for Sergio?” he teased.
He couldn’t help laughing as her grip tightened and her face turned pink as she stammered to deny that there was anything in the bag besides her books. Of course between her adamant refusals and her determination not to let Fernando see the bag he knew that something special was in there. Steven came to her rescue however by shoving a bag into his arms and telling him to leave Mari alone with a wink to the girl. Mari’s smile grew and Fernando couldn’t help thinking that Sergio just might have some competition.
It didn’t take long to get the car unpacked and soon Mari had gone off to bed and the boys were sitting in the kitchen with Fernando’s father. His father had helped himself to one of the beers they had in the fridge and he took a long pull before letting out a sigh and sitting in one of the chairs.
“Díos, I dislike flying.” He said wearily.
“Mamá always said if you had it your way you would’ve driven to Venice on your honeymoon.” Fernando teased.
His father looked at him oddly for a moment and Fernando wondered if it hadn’t been Venice they had gone to when it hit him. This was probably the first time he had mentioned his mother to him since she had died. She had been a taboo subject between them ever since the move to Liverpool so no wonder his father was looking at him weirdly. He recovered quickly however and gave a soft self-deprecating laugh.
“Yes, she was quick to veto the idea of driving and was so excited to fly I couldn’t do anything but buy the damn tickets.”
“I’m sure she appreciated it.” Stevie interjected causing the older man to smile and agree.
They spent a bit longer discussing plans for the next week which included a BBQ with the Ramos family and some others the Torres’ kept in touch with. The BBQ was always one of the highlights of their trips to Madrid as Fernando got to see a lot of his old friends. There would be plenty of food, a game of footie for sure and lots of laughs. It was often the last hurrah of the summer and always something to look forward to and this year was going to be no different.
_.o.0.o._
The day of the BBQ dawned sunny and warm and when Fernando woke he couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement. He had his back to Steven and he rolled over in the Scouser’s embrace to place soft kisses to his chest with a smile. Slowly Steven woke up and ducked his head to press a kiss against Fernando’s hair. Even though he wanted to linger in bed he knew there was too much to be done before everyone arrived for the BBQ. They had started preparations the night before but they still had a lot to do. When they got to the kitchen Mari was already making Stuffed Tomatoes while his father was marinating BBQ Mini Ribs so that they’d be ready to pop on the grill later. Fernando and Steven were in charge of setting up tables and chairs and making sure the coolers were stocked with drinks and ice. Later Fernando would make Spanish Omelettes and Patatas Bravas. Sergio and his family were bringing over Paella and Tortillitas de Camarones; an Andalucía specialty that was always a favourite. Other guests would bring various other tapas and drinks until the large table was absolutely covered in food.
Sergio was the first to arrive coming in with the announcement that the party could now start since he was there. Paqui cuffed him playfully on the head before immediately moving in to the kitchen to help with preparations. Sergio’s father joined Fernando’s father out by the BBQ and as others began to arrive it became the manly gathering spot. It wasn’t long before Sergio had some music playing and a game of five a side had started in the backyard. Despite his limited Spanish Stevie was able to get along well with the other boys who showed up with both Iker and Fernando working as translator when needed. When the latest game came to an end Stevie excused himself to go grab another drink and ended up over by the sound system flipping through the CDs that Sergio had brought. Most were flamenco but he noticed a few that Fernando had no doubt slipped in. One CD in particular drew his attention and he drew it out from the pile to examine more closely. It was a mixed CD with a homemade CD cover that simply said ‘Una Mezcla’ in careful handwriting. Opening it up there was a list of songs written in that same careful writing and then in the bottom corner ‘besos MP’. Smiling Stevie put the CD back into the pile thinking he had discovered what Mari Paz had been hiding in her bag when they arrived.
“Stevie? Come on we need another player. Sergio thinks he can actually win this time.” Fernando called out.
Stevie laughed and putting his drink down ran to join the group content to keep Mari’s secret and just enjoy the last of the summer.