Chapter 2.

They'd had many flings, but that was in the past. Jarvis had moved on to women, and lots of them. Damon had moved on too. The point was, it'd been so long. Had Jarvis just lost interest in Damon? It certainly felt like it. Previously frequent flirty glances in the pub had become few and far between. Good God, Damon missed those cheeky smiles he would give him from below on the odd occasion Jarvis sucked him off.

But now Jarvis was there, peering inquisitively in through the ajar door to the shower cubicle while Damon stood within the streams of water, suddenly aware of how naked he really was.

"Well, we lost." Jarvis said casually, looking the other way. "But what I want to know is what you've done to get that."

He pointed a long finger at Damon's still bulging erection.

Stepping backwards, Damon blushed uncontrollably. Jarvis fucking knew.

"Don't do this. You know what you do to me." he sulked.

"I turn you into a horrible team player?" Jarvis turned away from the shower, whistling while coolly removing his clothes and then turning back to Damon who, by now, looked very unimpressed.

"If you wanted me that badly, you should've said. I could've fucked you in the middle of the pitch."