AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Much thanks to both Liz and Kate for their suggestions and guidance, especially in this chapter. Sometimes I would go astray without them.
This book runs more or less concurrently with Enticements & Obstructions by OhJasperMyJasper, and picks up after chapter 13. Events depicted herein are tied into the lives of the central characters from my other book Culture Shock, that take place after chapter 24. If you have not read those, some of what you read here might leave you a bit lost.
Some of what is yet to be published in Enticements & Obstructionstakes place before the events in this chapter, but they are not tied together.
Thank you again to Kate for teaching my British characters to sound acceptably like Brits. And as ever, giant hugs to Maureen and Rebecca.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions, or Enticements & Obstructions, all by OhJasperMyJasper, should go do so right now. Links to all are in my profile.
WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC/Non Magical
All characters from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. I just take them out and play with them.
There are actual Arsenal football club players as characters in this book. Real People. Much as I would like to, I do not know them. I do not know anything about them. Their personalities and sexual orientations, as depicted herein, are entirely fictional. I only know their names, what they do and where they come from. Their families, spouses, or children, if any, are entirely fictional and made up by me.
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with them too.
Chapter 6: Training Camp
The Arsenal players wore their home kit of red short sleeved jersey and white shorts on the pitch, where they hosted the visiting FC Internazionale Milano in their blue shirts. The second half was well underway when Viktor Krum leaped up in the air, and caught with his head the ball the Italian Keeper had kicked out of the fray in front of his net. It landed perfectly in place before Andrey Arshavin's feet and the equally skilled Russian drilled the ball home, through a forest of legs, directly into the Italian net past the confounded Milano Keeper. The Arsenal players, led by Cesc Fabregas and Robin Van Persie, split up to jump on Viktor and Andrey both while the stands cheered. Viktor grabbed hold of his teammates as they grabbed him and whooped and cheered with them. He knew his family would be here any moment, if they were not already, and hoped that they had seen it. When his daughter, and his partner especially, expressed their pride in him, those were among the best moments of Viktor's life. He did not take the time to look for them. In the small stands here, completely unlike Emirates Stadium, he could have easily spotted them, but he would not allow himself to be distracted. While the desires of his heart may have been elsewhere, his mind and soul were in the game he so loved to play.
It was Kieran who spotted them as they walked into the stands. Front and center, behind where Arséne Wenger paced with his usual scowl, the designated Gunner substitutes sat in close proximity to their opponent counterparts.
"Hey, it's Viktor's family!" Kieran was quickly out of his seat and trotted off toward them.
"Do you see him? Do you see him?" Helena bounced beside her father.
"Come up here, my girl," Greg squatted down to snatch his daughter up in his arms. She was only too happy to hold onto him and straddle his left hip as he lifted her up.
"You see him?" Greg asked.
"No!" Helena leaned with wide eyes searching diligently.
"Look over there," Greg pointed. "You see daddy's number, number nine? There he goes," Greg moved his arm as Viktor ran with his team down the pitch.
"I see him! I do!" Helena beat her father in his shoulder with her little fist. "Daddy! Daddy!" she shrieked.
"Don't let's we distract him now. Daddy's at work," Greg set his daughter back down. Kieran reached them at that moment.
"Greg, you made it," Kieran hugged the taller man with a warm smile. Viktor's mate and child were on the very short list of people with whom the normally shy Gunner felt comfortable.
"Hi, Kieran," Greg embraced the shorter man.
"Hi, Helena," Kieran squatted down to greet her.
"Hi, Kieran," she put her hand on his shoulder while she leaned to kiss his cheek.
"Your dad is gonna be so happy to see you," Kieran beamed.
"Me too!" she could hardly contain herself.
"You too, of course," Kieran said to Greg as he stood back up.
"Kieran, you have no idea," Greg shook his head.
"I think I might," Kieran laughed. "Come sit with us," he bid and took a step back toward the player's seats.
"You want to go sit with daddy's teammates, Lene?" Greg asked.
"Yes!" Helena was all for that idea. Greg took her hand and they set off behind Kieran. While it was quite clear that they were with Kieran, the local Austrian police, all two of whom were on hand in the name of crowd control on their off hours, knew only the letter of the rules. The policeman in the vicinity stepped up to Greg and held up a hand while speaking sternly in German.
"I'm sorry. I don't speak German," Greg explained.
"These seats are for the players only," he repeated stiffly in English.
"They're with me," Kieran spoke up.
"These seats are for the players only," the unwavering officer stressed again with a pointed finger.
"Oh," Kieran backed down quickly. "Um," he stammered.
"Quite alright, Kieran," Greg began.
Theo Walcott, who had been sitting next to Kieran before he went to greet Viktor's family, watched this exchange and was quickly up out of his seat.
"No, no, no, no," Theo walked over. He stepped between them, put his arm around Greg's shoulders and took Helena by the hand. Theo looked the officer pointedly in the face, "Our families sit with us. Just get that." He led Greg and Helena to the Arsenal team stand and Kieran followed.
"Thank you, Theo. We didn't mean to cause a ruckus," Greg apologized.
"You weren't the cause of that problem," Theo said. "Make yourselves comfortable," he patted Greg on the back.
"Thank you," Greg smiled. He could only admire the young, straight man for standing up for his gay teammate's partner and child. "Let's sit down, Lene," Greg bid as they did so. "Are you thirsty? You want a juicebox?"
"Yes, please," she said sweetly as her father pulled one from his bag and stuck the attached straw into it.
"How about one of those fruit strip things?" Greg asked further as he produced that as well.
"Oh, yes, please," Helena agreed. She made herself busy chewing and sipping.
"It's as close to tea as you're going to get," Theo smiled.
"That's right," Kieran agreed. "The Austrians don't seem to know about tea."
"Are we going to tell them?" Helena asked innocently.
"I don't think they're much interested, Lene," Greg ran a hand down the back of her head. "What they do have here is rather excellent coffee. We promised we would bring some back for uncle Vince."
"We did?" Helena asked.
"We did," Greg confirmed.
"Then we should do it," she reasoned.
"And so we shall," Greg smiled at his daughter. "So why aren't you boys playing?" he asked the two twenty one year old players.
"We played the first half," Theo gave a shrug.
"Theo and I have been named to the England national team!" Kieran was clearly as proud as he had every right to be.
"You have? That's corking, that is. Congrats to both of you," Greg patted the nearer Kieran on the back. "And well deserved, I must say."
"So we just thought we'd take it easy, yeah? Let the old guys play while they still can," Theo joked. As if anyone other than Arséne had any say as to who played where and when.
"Charming, you are. Just you let the old guys hear you say that," Greg threatened.
"We tease them all the time," Theo dismissed.
"Us and Aaron and Jack," Kieran mentioned the youngest in the First Team, twenty year old Aaron Ramsey and nineteen year old Jack Wilshere.
"What dreadful children you are," Greg shook his head.
Their attention was taken by the arrival of Tomas Rosicky and his family. The Czech Gunner was dressed in his kit and had left some time ago. The look on Arséne's face made it clear that the Frenchman was not amused that one of his players had walked away from the substitute bench during a game. Tomas held his daughter Eliska by the hand, while his son Damek followed closely behind. Anezka Rosicka walked with her seventeen year old sister Baruska, who had taken the train down from Olomouc, where they were all from in the Czech Republic. Damek wore a simple tee shirt and shorts and had shaggy dark hair like his father. Eliska was dressed much like Helena in a frilly shirt and ankle length pants, and her long dark hair was pulled into pig tails. The women were casual in polo shirts and shorts, and big sun glasses.
"Tomas' family is here too, I see," Greg commented. "Tomas, Anezka," he greeted with a wave. "Hi, Damek, Eliska," Greg smiled at their children. Damek was polite enough to give a wave back.
"They came in four days ago," Kieran commented.
"Hello, Greg, Helena," Tomas smiled. Greg noticed that his daughter slid to the edge of her seat.
"Would you like to go play with Eliska and Damek?" Greg asked. Helena only nodded vigorously in answer. Eliska's head was turned ever toward the other little girl, making her desire as plain.
"Go ahead," Greg gave his permission. He watched his daughter slide out of her seat and skip over to the Rosicky family. "You've got another one," Greg called.
"Is fine," Tomas gave a wave and a smile. Helena sat herself down beside Eliska and the two began to natter away.
"Hey, Greg," Jack Wilshere greeted as he and Aaron Ramsey walked over.
"You just get in?" Aaron asked as they sat down on the next level up behind Greg and Kieran.
"Hi, boys. We did. Just flew in, just now," Greg confirmed.
"What do you think of the place?" Aaron gestured.
"Is this your first time here?" Jack tag teamed.
"Second, and I love it here. It's so beautiful," Greg looked around at the mountains. "First time we've brought Helena, though. I think she'll like it."
"This place has like ten or twelve pools and the big outdoor ones, over at the Heiltherme spa building, are popular with kids," Aaron advised.
"I always see a lot of kids there. Tomas' kids have gone every day since they got here," Jack added.
"We'll have to check that out. Thanks, mates," Greg smiled.
Out on the pitch, Lukasz paced back and forth before the Arsenal goal, ever alert. With Cesc, Viktor and Andrey in the midfield, it was very difficult for their opponents to penetrate to him. With Armand Traore and Thomas Vermaelen defending behind them, it was harder still. Viktor intercepted a kick from an Italian forward and passed it efficiently to Cesc, who passed it right back as the Italians converged on him. With a congestion of men around them in the midfield, Viktor sent the ball back toward his own defenders. Armand kicked the ball over them and delivered it to the far end of the field. Marouane zipped in from the flank on his long, fast legs and caught the Keeper out of his box. The ball sank easily, without obstruction, into the Italian net.
Greg took to his feet and cheered just as loudly as the Gunners around him. Helena and the other children jumped up and down. At final whistle, Arsenal beat Internazionale Milano 4-1. As was their habit when they won a game, Cesc, Viktor, Carlos, Robin and Armand all pulled their shirts off and threw them in the air. Viktor was then gripped with single minded determination as he ran toward the team stand, looking for his family. He knew, barring air travel or airport delays, that they should be here by now. Greg saw delight light up Viktor's face when the man's eyes found him. Viktor ran even faster into the stands. Greg opened his arms with a giant smile and stepped forward as his partner ran up to him. Viktor closed his eyes as he grabbed the love of his life and hugged him much too hard.
"Oof!" Greg felt the air rush out of his lungs and feared for his ribs as his lover crushed him in his strong arms in his exuberance. Viktor did not even notice. He pulled back enough to look Greg in the face.
"Where our momichentse?" Viktor asked with wide eyes. He was as eager to see his daughter as his partner. Helena had been hampered in her search for her other father by the adults that stood around her obstructing her view. She turned to look at Greg at that moment and found her other dad in his arms.
"Daddy!" Helena shrieked. "Daddy!" she rushed into his arms as Viktor bent to scoop her up.
"My princess! Oh, my princess," Viktor snuggled her and took great care not to hurt her in his strong arms. "Daddy miss you so much."
"Daddy, you're all wet!" Helena complained.
"I know, is sweat," Viktor did not care. Greg could only stand by them and beam as the two people he loved most in all the world expressed their love for each other.
"We miss you when you're gone, Tatee," Helena remembered to use the Bulgarian word.
"Oh!" Viktor held her head to his. "Tatee miss you too," he reached out to Greg and pulled his lover to him such that they had their daughter between them. Viktor's emotions threatened to get the better of him. These two people were his whole world. And he knew Greg was responsible for their daughter calling him by the name that most melted his heart. Helena laid her head on Viktor's broad bare shoulder and just relaxed in his safety and strength.
"Tatee put you down now, Princess. Must hug daddy more," Viktor stepped back and set his daughter down on her feet. He then took Greg back in his arms and this time did not crush him. Greg closed his eyes and just breathed in the comforting and manly scent of his strong lover. Yes, Viktor was all sweaty, but Greg did not care at all. The Gunners who had been sitting with Greg stood around them.
"Kiss him!" Kieran urged.
"C'mon, then," Theo joined in. "You know you want to snog his face off," he patted Viktor on the back. Viktor looked into Greg's eyes and took hold of his head with both hands. He brought their faces together and gave his partner a soft and loving kiss on his lips.
"Yeah!" Theo, Jack, Aaron, Kieran and Lukasz, who had also joined them and yet wore his Keeper's gloves, cheered and patted both men on the back. Helena too delighted in her fathers' expressions of affection for each other, and jumped up and down beside them. Viktor pulled back and smiled as he gazed into his lover's warm brown eyes.
"I am so happy now you are both here," Viktor confessed.
"Me too, Vik. We both are," Greg assured. Viktor noticed the smiling faces of his younger teammates.
"Did cute young boys keep you company?" Viktor asked.
"Oh, are there cute boys? I hadn't noticed," Greg teased back. Theo, Jack, Aaron and Kieran all patted their backs again.
"Gunners!" Cesc clapped his hands over his head to get their attention. Their leader wished to speak.
"Gentlemen," Arséne began, "you played an excellent game today. Analysis can wait. I hope you will all join me for the cocktail reception this evening. For now, go be with your families," he even, almost, gave a smile. The Gunners cheered again.
"Come," Viktor took both his partner and his daughter by their hands. "Did you go to room? I left key at desk."
"We did," Greg confirmed.
"I get room so you could see us. Did you see?" Viktor asked.
"We did," Greg repeated.
"We go back to room now. I shower," Viktor stated. "Oh! Let me get bag," he turned back to retrieve his gym bag from where it was stashed with the others under the stands.
"Viktor," the seventeen year old Czech girl walked over to them.
"Oh, Baruska. Meet my family," Viktor bid. "This my partner Grigor and my daughter Helena. This Baruska, Tomas' wife sister."
"Hi, Grigor," Baruska took Greg's offered hand. "Viktor tell me all about you. Is nice to finally meet you. And I already have pleasure of meeting your very pretty girl," she ran a hand over Helena's head. "I just want to say that if you two would like someone to look after Helena while you go to team party, I am happy to do it. I will have Damek and Eliska and we watch movie. Shrek probably."
"Can I go, Tatee?" Helena tugged on his hand.
"You can go, Princess," Viktor smiled down on her.
"Thank you so much, Baruska. Most kind," Greg smiled.
"Okay, I see you around seven?" Baruska did not wait for a reply as she gave a wave and headed back to her sister and family.
"Nice to meet you," Greg called after her. "That was nice of her to offer. Give me that," he took Viktor's bag from him.
"Now we both go to party," Viktor took Greg's hand again. "Come."
"Not that I want you to put it on, mind you, but do you want to get your shirt?" Greg glanced back at the pitch.
"Towel boys will get it," Viktor did not look back as he led his family by their hands.
"I'd like to be your towel boy," Greg gave his lover a leer.
"Ah. You make me want do things I not do with other towel boys," Viktor smiled broadly.
"I should bloody well hope not," Greg squeezed his lover's hand back as they proceeded up the lawn toward the hotel.
Once in the hotel and down their wing, Greg pulled his key card from his pocket and admitted them to their room. Helena would not let go of her long absent father's hand.
"Look, Tatee, this one is my bed. Baby likes this one too. She's going to sleep with me," Helena jabbered away. "She likes the view. She watched you play from here."
"She did?" Viktor played along. "She is very clever, like you!" he watched Greg reach into the bag that had been left on the bed. "Princess, Tatee has present for you."
"You do? What is it? Let me see!" Helena grabbed hold of his shorts and jumped up and down. Greg slipped the game into Viktor's hand from behind.
"Look! Is new game for Leapster," Viktor presented it.
"Penguins!" Helena screeched.
"Penguins of Madagascar, Operation Plushy Rescue," Greg informed.
"Daddy, I lovepenguins!" she gushed.
"Do you want play now?" Viktor asked.
"Yes! Play it with me!" Helena was excited.
"Daddy will help you while I take shower," Viktor smiled.
"No!" she stomped her foot. "Play it with me!"
"Let Tatee take his shower. He won't be a tick. C'mon, let's get your new game loaded," Greg took the game back from her and she followed along as he pulled her Leapster Explorer from her backpack. Viktor sat down on the bed that he would ever so happily share with his lover when they went to bed and pulled off his shoes and socks. Greg ripped the plastic off the game package as Viktor stood up and dropped his shorts.
"Vik," Greg forced himself to be casual as his partner adjusted himself in his jock pouch.
"What?" Viktor asked.
"Would you like some help with that?" Greg looked from Viktor's face, to the packed Bulgarian jock, and back up.
"Oh, yes," Viktor's face lit up. "Much help, I need."
"Now is not the best time, more's the pity. Please take that in the bath before I behave very inappropriately," Greg spoke softly and evenly.
"I go," Viktor smiled. He took a moment to run his hand down his abdomen and over his full pouch before he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Here we are then," Greg inserted the new game into the Leapster. "Sit up here," he patted the bed.
"Take what in the bath?" Helena asked. Sometimes she paid her fathers just a little too much attention for Greg's comfort.
"His big, sweaty bum," Greg covered quickly. "Actually, I think I best check that daddy has his shampoo. Just play your game," he rose and headed to the bathroom. Helena was focused on her game for the moment, but Greg knew he had only seconds. He slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Viktor was breathtakingly naked and just leaning to turn on the shower. Greg stood still with his mouth open while this magnificent, naked, Bulgarian, footballer vision, who belonged to him completely, turned to face him. Viktor said nothing as the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. Greg stepped up to Viktor and cupped his lover's heavy cock and balls in his hand.
"Oh my God," Greg murmured to himself. Greg felt his own cock stir in his pants as Viktor's heavy nuts rested in his palm. Viktor ran his hands up over Greg's shoulders as his serpent began to wake from his lover's touch.
"Oh my God," Greg said again as he watched the big penis expand. "I have to get out of here. Please hurry," he bid and slipped out of the bathroom as quickly as he went in. His daughter, thankfully, did not even look up from her new game. Greg placed one hand to cover the obvious bulge in his jeans as casually as he could and walked across the room to sit at the table. While he was deep in thought, he brought a hand to his face. It was the hand that had held his lover's stones and the manly scent of Viktor's sweaty crotch was still very much on his hand. "Oh my God," Greg mumbled yet again. His erection would never subside this way. He put his hand flat on the table to calm himself. His hardness was just gone by the time Viktor emerged from the bathroom. The sight of his hot Gunner partner in just a towel cinched about his waist was enough to bring it right back.
"Daddy, come play with me!" Helena boisterously demanded.
"Okay," Viktor climbed onto the bed to recline against the headboard beside his daughter. "Show me how do the squirrels go," he teased as she happily nestled under his arm.
"No, Daddy! They're penguins!" she stressed the fact.
"They are very funny penguins. You are sure they are penguins? Maybe they are sea otters," Viktor looked at Greg and both men suppressed their smiles.
"Daddy, focus," Helena held her arm out straight to emphasize her point. "Penguins."
"Oh, penguins. Yes, I see now," Viktor nodded. Helena shook her head. Sometimes parents could be so dense. Greg slipped his shoes and socks off, and put his feet up on the bed. Viktor smiled as his lover rubbed his feet with his own. Greg returned his partner's smile while he gently rubbed their feet together. It was a subtle way for them to be in loving, physical contact while their daughter demanded all of their attention.
Viktor was permitted to rise to put clothes on only when it was time to get something to eat. He put on snug jeans that moulded to his muscular glutes and thighs, and a polo shirt that stretched across his chest. Greg closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose once his partner was dressed. Viktor was no less hot in this than in just his towel. Helena held her Bulgarian father's hand as they walked through the hotel to the Spring Restaurant. They were seated in close proximity to tables with other children and while their daughter was well beyond a highchair, she did benefit from a booster seat. Greg ordered the goat cheese raviolis in a tomato sauce with fresh basil, while his hungry man enjoyed the prime rib. Helena was very happy with her breaded and fried chicken fingers with chips from the children's menu.
"Tell me more of Ashok," Viktor bid as he cut his steak.
"Daddy, I love Ashok," Helena answered as if he were speaking to her.
"You do, Princess?" Viktor smiled.
"He's somuch fun. We play in the park all the time," Helena added.
"He certainly seems very happy," Greg picked up with an adult perspective. "I think he and Rick are falling for each other."
"Oh, yes?" Viktor asked with raised eyebrows. "That would be very good thing."
"I think so too," Helena agreed. Both men looked to their daughter with amused smiles.
"You do?" Greg asked.
"Uncle Rick smiles a lot more now that he has Ashok," Helena made her observation with a chicken strip in one hand and a chip in the other.
"You know, Lene, I believe he does at that," Greg smiled. "Mmm," he set his utensils down and wiped his mouth. "I have another shot I don't think I sent you," Greg pulled his phone from his pocket and began to scroll through his photographs. "You should see the ones some cheeky bastard sent me in the airport this morning," he gave his partner a sly glance. Viktor only chuckled as he chewed.
"Here we are," Greg handed over his phone. Viktor looked at a picture of Rick and Ashok that was clearly taken in the park. Rick sat on a park bench with his arm around the Indian. Both men's hair was disheveled and both wore short sleeved shirts with several top buttons open. Ashok looked at the camera with a broad white smile on his tilted head. Rick looked at Ashok. On his face the tenderness that he felt toward the younger man was abundantly clear. This picture, snapped before Rick was ready and looking at the camera with his mask in place, spoke volumes.
"Oh, yes," Viktor nodded.
"Let me see!" Helena reached.
"Lene, you were there. Ashok, it would seem, is a better Peter Pan than I am," Greg pointed out.
"He is, but I love you more, Daddy," Helena made a sad face at Greg.
"And I love you, my girl. I just want you to have fun. Anyway," Greg added for the other adult, "it gives me time to chat with Rick while they play."
"What does he say?" Viktor asked.
"He's very conflicted, but he did admit that they've gotten up to some adult activities," Greg informed. "The way Ashok looks at him, I might have guessed as much."
"Oh, yes?" Viktor asked with raised eyebrows. "Ashok is ready for this?"
"Ashok initiated it, evidently," Greg clarified.
"You said they sleep together," Viktor remembered aloud.
"Like you do?" Helena asked.
"Very like us, Lene," Greg answered with a smile.
"That's good," Helena concluded with a nibble of chicken.
"I think is very good," Viktor agreed. "H no good," he waved his steak knife to emphasise his point.
"What kind of adult activity, Daddy?" Helena asked.
"Might know you'd latch onto that," Greg smiled. He looked to his partner. "You want to help me here?"
"No," Viktor shook his head and sat back with a broad, amused smile. "Explain," he gestured.
"Well, Lene, you know how sometimes daddies need some daddy time? It's rather like that," Greg began.
"Rick and Ashok aren't daddies," her simplistic logic was inescapable.
"Adults don't need to be daddies to engage in adult activities. When we say daddy time, what we mean is adult time," Greg expounded.
"But what do you do?" Helena pressed. Viktor's smile only grew.
"We do silly adult things that you will only appreciate when you're older," Greg evaded.
"After my birthday?" Helena asked.
"Da, after birthday," Viktor confirmed with a nod.
"Not necessarily this next one," Greg clarified. "And by the time we're ready to speak frankly with you about it, you'll probably know more than we do."
"She will explain us!" Viktor enthused.
"I shall remind you both of this conversation when that charming day comes," Greg stated while his partner chuckled. "At any rate, I think it was more just needing that physical union and comfort for them, the first time. But after that, it rather seems to have grown into more. In fact, Ashok made a suggestion for a sharing arrangement that Rick is actually considering."
"No," Viktor was resolute. "Sharing no good. H no good."
"You know very well that I agree. Fortunately, Rick doesn't want to keep things from H, or lie to him, so he intends to tell H everything about Ashok. Needless to say, I strongly encouraged him to be honest and forthright," Greg relayed. A smile crossed the Bulgarian's face.
"You say this hoping H react very bad," Viktor pointed at his lover with his fork. He knew Greg better than anyone.
"I do suppose it's possible that H will fly off the handle and react quite badly. One might even say that's quite likely. H might even break things off with Rick, we could only hope," Greg confessed.
"My slunchitze so smart," Viktor praised.
"We'll see. Rick is supposed to see H tomorrow. With any luck Rick will come away from that encounter a free man. It will hurt him, of course, but he'll be the better for it in the end," Greg expressed.
"I don't want uncle Rick to get hurt," Helena said thoughtfully as she nibbled at a chip.
"We don't either, Lene," Greg agreed.
"Ashok will take care of him," Helena gave a satisfied nod.
"I believe he will at that," Greg smiled.
"I much like Ashok already," Viktor stated. "I very much like to meet him."
"He's looking forward to meeting you, actually," Greg informed.
"Oh, yes?" Viktor asked.
"Seems his playmate has told him all about you," Greg added. Viktor only smiled at them both as he chewed.
After dinner they headed back to their room and it was bath time. Viktor called his teammate's room and verified that the other kids were getting washed up as well. The kids would snuggle in for a movie and go to sleep, and Greg and Viktor could pick their little one up at the end of their evening. They would just carry her to her bed and tuck her in.
"C'mon, Lene. Bath time," Greg called as he switched closed the tub drain and turned on the water. "You want strawberry or peach or banana bath?" he walked to where the big carry on bag yet lay on the one bed.
"I want Tatee," Helena declared.
"C'mon, pick one," Greg held out the travel size bottles to her.
"I want the peach bath, and the strawberry shampoo, and I want Tatee!" Helena made a fist.
"Alright, he'll be off the phone in a minute. Let's get started," Greg took her hand and she willingly followed into the bathroom. By the time Greg had pulled Helena's clothes off of her, Viktor joined them in the bathroom.
"Little naked girl, fly into tub!" Viktor snatched her up and lifted her high into the air before setting her down gently on her butt in the warm water. Helena giggled the whole way. The water was already sudsing from the peach bath and Helena splashed to make it even more so.
"Where is mermaid Barbie?" Helena asked.
"Did you bring her?" Viktor asked.
"Of course I did," Greg walked back out to the bag and returned with their daughter's bathmate. "Here we are."
"Thank you, Daddy," Helena took the doll and promptly dove her under the water.
"Here is washycloth," Viktor took one from the rack and handed it to her.
Greg walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed that he would share with his lover for the first time in a month. He laid back and gave a sigh. It had been a long day. He listened to the sounds of his partner and their daughter in the bath, both having a good time. It always stung a little bit when Helena preferred her other father over him. Intellectually he understood it. It made perfect sense. She had missed Viktor too and for a child a month was a damn long time. Of course she had been all over him from the moment they arrived. If he could get Viktor alone, for just a minute... Greg reached down to his crotch, within which his cock began to expand again. He closed his eyes and squeezed himself in his pants.
"You think about me?" Viktor's asked in his deep and sultry voice as he emerged from the bathroom. Helena gleefully sang away to herself as she played with her doll in the bath.
"I didn't hear you come out," Greg leaned up on his elbows. "I'm thinking about a certain sexy footballer that I'm dying to slobber all over just now."
"Hmm," Viktor climbed onto the bed and straddled his partner. "I hope sexy footballer you want is me," he sat his ass down on Greg's crotch and pushed Greg back down flat on the bed as he leaned on his lover's chest.
"There are quite a few to choose from here," Greg conceded as he ran his hands up to grip Viktor's solid pecs, "but there's only one that I want. The one who belongs to me," Greg leaned up again to brush his lips ever so gently against Viktor's goateed mouth. "My Gunner," he whispered. Viktor held still and closed his eyes as his lover kissed him so sweetly.
"My love," Greg slowly captured Viktor's upper lip with both of his. Viktor could take it no more. He could feel Greg's erection through both their jeans and his own throbbed painfully, trapped down his left pantleg. Viktor pushed Greg down and laid out on top of him, covering his lover's mouth with his own as he did so.
"Mmm!" Greg welcomed the forceful tongue as it invaded his mouth. He ran his hands up and down Viktor's torso as his lover kissed him with wanton hunger.
"Tay obicham, Grigor," Viktor spoke against his partner's lips.
"I love you too, Vik," Greg wrapped his arms around Viktor and hugged him as tightly as he could.
"Miss you very much. Whole body ache for you," Viktor whispered and gave Greg a soft kiss.
"Mine too, very much so," Greg agreed.
"Want you inside me. Want you make love to me," Viktor kissed Greg again.
"Oh my God," Greg could feel himself leak in his pants. "I want that too, Vik. So very badly," he confessed.
"Daddy!" Helena called from the tub.
"I come, Princess," Viktor called.
"Oh, how I wish that were true, and in my mouth," Greg closed his eyes. Viktor rose up on all fours and moved down the bed. He paused when his face was level with Greg's crotch. He knelt on the floor and took hold of Greg's hips as he laid his chest down between Greg's spread legs.
"Oh my God!" Greg moaned as his lover's face rubbed against his straining erection through his jeans.
"We not have to go to party," Viktor looked up at Greg from between his legs. Greg looked down at him and smiled. This hot Bulgarian looked so sexy like that, even if they were both still fully dressed.
"I don't want to keep you from your teammates. I think we should go, though I suppose no one's to know how long we stayed," Greg suggested.
"I so hungry for you," Viktor kissed along the obscenely thick, fat bulge in the Brit's pants.
"Daddy!" Helena shrieked this time.
"Yes, Princess," Viktor rose and headed back into the bathroom, covering himself with his hands as he went. "Are you washed? Time for hair," he walked with difficulty from his own erection, contained down his tight pantleg. Greg reached down to grip himself again. He could not remember being so ready to explode, while still in his clothes, since he was a teenager. Every other time Viktor was away at camp excluded, of course.
Soon Helena was dry, her teeth brushed and dressed in her long sleeved nightgown. Like Viktor, Tomas Rosicky had moved when his family arrived, from his room with Emmanuel Eboue into his own with a king bed for him and his wife. They had a connecting room with two doubles for their children and the kids' aunt Baruska. Fortunately for Greg and Viktor, the Rosicky rooms were just down the hall from theirs. Helena held Viktor's hand as they walked the short way down the corridor. She carried her baby under her other arm.
"Hello there," Baruska opened the door and stepped aside. Damek came to the door to greet his guest as well. The seven year old was also dressed for bed in pajama bottoms and a tight, white tank top.
"Ahoj, Helena," Damek greeted in Czech with a smile. He took her hand from Viktor and led her into the room where his little sister was already ensconced on the far bed amongst the pillows in her pajamas. Viktor and Greg followed into the room.
"Ready for your movie?" Greg asked with a smile.
"We are just ready to order," Baruska picked up the television remote. Greg and Viktor watched Damek help Helena up onto the bed and the two of them settle in with Eliska. Damek sat in the center and was perfectly content with two little sisters, one under each arm. Each little girl held her own baby and the five of them, three children and two dolls, were ready for their evening.
"They are so cute together," Greg commented.
"They are," Viktor agreed and slipped an arm around his partner. Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket and took their picture.
Tomas and Anezka came through the connecting door from their room at that moment. He wore a simple button shirt and jeans while his wife wore a flowery dress.
"Everyone is ready?" Tomas asked the children as much as the adults.
"Evening, boys," Anezka smiled as she finished affixing her earrings.
"Evening, Anezka. You look lovely," Greg greeted.
"You are so sweet," she patted the Brit on his cheek.
"Everyone behave. Mind your aunt Baruska," Tomas commanded. Greg noted that he did so in English so that everyone would understand.
"We will, Dad," Damek spoke for the children.
"You have numbers, Baruska," Tomas kissed his sister-in-law on her cheek as he made for the door.
"Here's our numbers as well, just in case you need anything, right?" Greg handed the younger woman a piece of paper on which he had written them earlier. "Ring me up just now so I'll have your number," he bid. Baruska picked up her phone and dialed Greg.
"There we are," Greg smiled as her incoming call popped up. She cancelled the call and they both slipped their phones into their pockets.
"Have good time," Baruska saw them all out. The four parents headed down the corridor toward the center of the hotel.
"You came in a few days ago, Anezka?" Greg asked.
"Oh, yes. I love training camp time. I love it here. Next year I come for whole week!" Anezka enthused.
"She spend every day in spa," Tomas informed.
"That why I have my sister take train down to join us. She spend day with kids while Tomas at work and I at spa," Anezka smiled.
"Sounds like a good plan," Greg nodded. "I'm sure the kids are having a good time too."
"They love the playground and especially the pool," Anezka confirmed.
"My kids are little fish. At least they are clean. They in water all the time," Tomas added.
"Perhaps we'll join the kids at the pool tomorrow," Greg ventured.
"We only have short meeting in morning," Viktor stated. "We can all go."
"You can go. I have massage and seaweed wrap," Anezka countered.
"We go," Tomas patted the bigger Bulgarian arm next to him. "We meet you there."
"Brilliant," Greg agreed.
They walked through the hotel, from the north wing where their rooms were located and out the other end of the west wing. A lighted stone path led them through the cool mountain evening to the adult only Quellenoasis buildings and pools. Here there were sun decks, a natural infinity edged lake with a hot tub for twenty people built into it. There were multiple saunas and steam rooms and an indoor pool and patio bar that could be used year round. The natural and harmonious earth tones of the grounds and buildings were highlighted by the bright orange of the big umbrellas over every outdoor table. Arsenal had reserved this pool lounge for the evening for their private reception. Hotel staff intercepted them at the door. Their names were checked and they were ushered inside. It was one of those rare occasions when Greg saw the Gunners in their own clothes, rather than their kit. And it never failed to impress him what a good bunch of guys the Arsenal men were. The Gunners welcomed him warmly with genuine smiles every bit as much as Tomas' wife, or any of the other straight teammate's girlfriends. In fact, possibly even more so. The Gunners were respectful of the wives and girl friends in a way they were not with him. Greg was always welcomed with claps on the back like he was just one of the guys. And tonight the first one to do so was Andrey Arshavin.
"Greg, good to see you!" the Russian enthused. "Thank you for coming, take this big lug off my hands."
"The pleasure is all mine, Andrey. Nice arse, by the way," Greg teased.
"Oh, you like?" Andrey turned and rubbed his butt. "Is nice as Bulgarian arse?"
"It's lovely, but not quite, I'm afraid," Greg patted the shorter man on his shoulder.
"Aww, damn," Andrey pretended to be disappointed. Viktor just chuckled and grinned while his partner and good friend bantered with each other. Jack, Aaron and Theo came along then.
"Hi, Greg, Viktor," Theo greeted.
"Hi, boys," Greg smiled.
"Oh, Viktor," Jack stepped up to the slightly taller Bulgarian and laid his head on Viktor's shoulder ever so sweetly. He looked up at Viktor's amused face with big doe eyes and ran his hand over his older teammate's broad chest. Theo and Aaron worked very hard to contain themselves.
"Here, little boy, don't you bat your eyelashes like that," Greg gave mock outrage. Jack paid his fellow Gunner's partner no mind as he just looked up from Viktor's shoulder and massaged the muscular pec.
"You know drinking age here sixteen," Viktor finally informed.
"What?" Jack lifted his head from Viktor's shoulder as Theo and Aaron burst out laughing. He stepped back from Viktor while his friends leaned on each other and doubled over as they guffawed. "You wankers bloody well knew that!" Jack smacked Theo on the back of his nearly shaved head where the laughing man was bent over in front of him. Theo only laughed the harder. "They had me convinced that we weren't old enough to drink here, like in America. Theo told me we would have to play up to the older guys to get a beer and that since I'm the youngest, I should go rub up on one of the gay blokes," Jack watched Theo wipe his eyes. "Wanker."
"Oh my God, I'm gonna piss m'self," Theo laughed so hard he was crying.
"That was a good one, Theo," Aaron complimented the ringleader.
Jack looked to Viktor again and gave a shrug, "Sorry."
"Is okay. Cute boy can lay head on shoulder any time," Viktor patted the nineteen year old on his butt.
"Who need beer?" Lukasz asked as he and Kieran joined them at that moment, each carrying four beer bottles apiece.
"What's going on?" Kieran asked as they passed out the bottles.
"I'm gonna kick a couple of sorry arses, is what," Jack threatened as he took a swig. He then made an attempt to punch Theo on his upper arm, but the other Gunner's reflexes were too quick. Theo took off, Aaron was right behind, and Jack gave pursuit.
"I wonder what they would have gotten him to do for a whole case?" Greg mused aloud.
"What they do?" Lukasz asked.
"They get Jack to rub up on me for beer. They tell him he too young," Viktor informed.
"Oh!" Lukasz found that equally amusing. "Tell them me next."
"I'm so glad you're here, Greg," Kieran hugged his fellow Brit and teammate's partner again.
"Very glad to be here, Kieran," Greg rubbed the smaller man's back.
"Where's Helena?" Kieran asked.
"She's with Tomas' kids," Greg gestured.
"Na zdrowie," Lukasz raised his bottle.
"Cheers, mates,"Greg joined them all as they touched the necks of their bottles together and took a hearty swig.
"You go to Bulgaria to see your family?" Lukasz clapped Viktor on the back.
"Da. We have day tomorrow to relax, then we go," Viktor confirmed.
"My original plan was to come earlier, right? Spend about a week, but something else came up quite unexpectedly," Greg stated.
"Oh, yeah," Kieran remembered. "I meant to ask you about that."
Two more men joined them at that moment. The only two Muslim men on the team, they were the Mutt and Jeff of Arsenal. Samir Nasri was the shortest man on the team and Marouane Chamakh was the tallest. Samir was of Algerian heritage, though born and raised in France. Marouane had been born and raised in Morocco, though had begun his career in France. He and Samir usually spoke French to each other and neither man had ever been to the Middle East. Like Greg and Viktor's friend Nasir, Samir and Marouane had no qualms about drinking alcohol. Both men held a beer bottle.
"Hi, Greg," Marouane offered his hand.
"Hello, mates," Greg smiled as he shook hands with both of them.
"Viktor said you went to Dubai," Marouane picked up.
"I did indeed," Greg confirmed.
"What was it like?" Samir asked.
"Bloody damn hot is what it was," Greg expressed.
"Viktor said you brought back an Indian bloke whose partner was killed," Marouane prompted.
"Yes," Greg nodded. "Our friend Nasir is from there. He lives in the Sates now, with his American partner. Did Vik tell you all this?"
"Only a little," Marouane answered.
"You tell them," Viktor placed his arm on his partner's shoulder.
"I'll start at the beginning then, right? Nasir's family arranged a marriage for him," Greg began.
"My parents are doing the same for me," Marouane nodded. The antithesis of Nasir, Marouane was enthused about this prospect.
"Really?" Greg asked. "Well, I'm sure you can appreciate what that means for a gay man. A gay man who is in a happy, committed and loving relationship with his partner in the States."
"Yes," Marouane nodded. "At least I like girls."
"Exactly," Greg continued. "Nasir's family didn't know about him, of course."
"They do now," Viktor pointed out.
"Right. I mean, they didn't then," Greg clarified. "Anyway, he and Emmett flew to Dubai to meet with his wife to be, to see if they could come to some understanding, fully intending at that point to go ahead with the marriage."
"Of course," Marouane nodded. "He would still have to get married. I have a cousin like that. He played around with one of my friends a few times. He got married and has two kids now, but he still meets guys on the side. No one in the family talks about it, but I know he does. I think my friend still meets with him sometimes. That's just how it is," he gave a shrug. Greg and Viktor gave a slow nod in unison. Here before them was an Arab man with an Arab point of view. At least partially.
"Nasir and Emmett were trying to figure out how to do exactly that, I'm sure," Greg forged ahead. "I mean, in as much as they could do that. Emmett is Nasir's partner, not some random hook up to satisfy a sexual need. They love each other. They live together, just like Vik and I do. They are a couple, struggling, suddenly, to come to grips with their future together in all of this."
"There are no gay couples in my country," Marouane shook his head.
"Right, because there can't be, can there?" Greg observed. "I imagine Emmett and Nasir were hoping they could all live together, maybe. I don't really know exactly what they were hoping, but it all went horribly wrong and they just barely got out of the country with their lives. One of the family's servants was mistaken for Nasir by the men who came after them, and killed because of it. Shot dead right on the side of the road apparently. It just so happened that this servant was also gay and his partner was left alone and unable to mourn him or acknowledge his loss in any way. So we took it upon ourselves to go rescue him, if you will. And he's the sweetest kid you could ever hope to meet."
"Now he with our friend Rick," Viktor stated.
"We don't really know if that will happen, Vik," Greg corrected gently, "but that would be nice. They're both good men who deserve to be happy and loved."
"That was one of the biggest adjustments for me when I came to Europe," Marouane confessed. "In my country gay people don't live openly and talk about it."
"Is not so easy in my country either, yet," Viktor stated.
"Is same in Russia," Andrey added.
"I love being able to know people like you and Viktor, and Lukasz and Kieran. Is better here, I think," Marouane nodded to himself as he thought out loud.
"Well, the world would be a better place if more people thought like you do, mate," Greg raised his bottle. Marouane smiled and happily clinked the neck of his bottle with Greg's.
"So what was it like in the Emirates? I've always wanted to go," Marouane took a swig from his bottle.
"Me too," Samir chimed in.
"Aside from being hot enough to melt our bloody faces off, it's a beautiful country," Greg expressed. "I might liked to have stayed longer, or at least taken some time to look round and enjoy the place. In the winter, I mean. There was a really beautiful mosque near Nasir's folks' place," he pulled out his phone. "Just give me a moment. There are some things on here that I'm quite sure you don't want to see."
"I do! Let me see," Kieran moved out from under Lukasz's arm to peek around Greg's shoulder while he scrolled through his pictures. He covered his mouth and turned to his lover with big eyes when Greg passed the pictures Viktor sent him that morning. Greg deliberately clicked through them slowly while only he and Kieran could see them.
"What you see, Slodki?" Lukasz asked.
"Viktor's a big boy," Kieran commented. "He might be as big as you," he added as his partner took him back under his arm. All of them chuckled at this.
"Here we are," Greg handed the phone to Marouane. "Al Huda, I think is the name of that mosque."
"It is beautiful," Marouane endorsed.
"It is! I would love to go to a mosque like that," Samir added.
"You should see the Koutoubia Mosque in my home town. It's nine hundred years old, not new like this one. Next time I go home to Marrakesh, you should come with me," Marouane put a hand on his shorter friend's shoulder. "My mother would love you."
"That's a great idea. I will," Samir heartily agreed.
"We can't drink though," Marouane gestured with his bottle.
"I don't care. There's plenty waiting for us when we get back," Samir gave a shrug.
"Gunners!" Cesc called and clapped to get their attention. Everyone turned toward their Captain, who only stepped aside for Arséne. It irritated the manager no end that the team listened to Cesc far more readily than to him. And that was why, for the most part, that they did it.
"I would just like to say a few words," Arséne began. "This is a very strong First Team. You have all worked and trained very hard. You are all in top form and very fit. I think that there is nothing this team cannot accomplish this season if we just remain focused and maximize our strengths. There is no reason this team should not win the Premier League, the Carling Cup, or even UEFA. Stay strong, work together, play with your hearts," the soft spoken Frenchman raised his wine glass. Arséne almost brought himself to smile as the Gunners cheered his words. "And now I think also Ivan would like to speak," he stepped back for the lone man in a suit.
"I would also like to take a moment. Thank you, Arséne," Ivan Gazidis, the President and CEO of Arsenal Football Club, was an energetic and dynamic man. "Gentlemen, and significant others with us tonight, on behalf of the Board, I would like to state how very proud I am of this team. This is without question, the strongest team I have ever had the pleasure of seeing at Arsenal. Great things lie ahead for us. There is no doubt in my mind that this is Arsenal's year, and it will all be due to you. Thank you for all that you do for the club and the fans. Know that the Board and I are absolutely committed to this team and our future together. We are behind you all the way. You just go out there on that pitch and do what you do best. Where is Viktor?" it took Ivan a very brief moment to find his Bulgarian Gunner. "There he is. Viktor, Cesc," he put his hand on the Spaniard's shoulder, "let me just make this very clear, right here and now. Arsenal is your club. This is your home. Other teams may want you, but they can't have you," Ivan attempted to put to rest the circulating rumors of offers from various other teams for both of them. This news was met with boisterously enthusiastic approval from the rest of the team. Greg took his partner's hand and smiled into his warm brown eyes.
"And to the significant others who are here with us tonight," Ivan continued right on cue. "Thank you very much for all that you do. We would not be, and cannot be, who we are, without your love and support. Let's all have a fantastic year together!" Ivan raised his glass. It also irked Arséne that his Gunners cheered the CEO twice as loudly as they did him.
Cheese trays and other nibbles circulated and people moved from one group to another in easy conversation. Only two people never left each other. Viktor kept his lover ever by his side. Even Kieran would occasionally leave Lukasz for a few minutes to engage in some tom foolery with the other younger members of the team. Each time he did the Pole only smiled after him. Kieran's excited and exuberant laugh never failed to bring Lukasz joy that he felt in his very soul.
Greg noticed two men in suits that he did not recognize appear at the doorway to the lounge, but they did not come in. Nor did they wait long. Just as soon as Ivan Gazidis caught sight of them, he made a beeline for the door and disappeared with them. Greg thought to comment on it, but was distracted by the splash.
With young men drinking and blowing off steam, it was inevitable. The loud splash could be heard even over the animated conversations of the large group. Greg, Viktor, Lukasz and Tomas turned to look, but could not see through the crowd. Suddenly a giggling Jack tore past them with Kieran right behind. While Jack continued to run, Kieran took refuge behind his lover.
"What you do, Slodki?" Lukasz asked. The answer came in the form of Theo and Aaron, both of whom had quite obviously just been in the pool fully clothed. And just as obviously, against their will. Lukasz pulled his smaller partner further behind him and Viktor just instinctively closed ranks with the Pole. Theo paused while Aaron gave pursuit of Jack.
"I'll get you, Kieran!" Theo warned with a pointed finger toward where Kieran peeked out between Lukasz and Viktor's shoulders. He knew there was nothing he could do now and took off in Aaron's wake, streaming water behind him.
"I told Jack I would help him get them back," Kieran confessed.
"I'd say you boys sure did," Greg chuckled. "Perhaps we should offer to help them out of those wet clothes," he wondered aloud.
"I think it time I take my horny guy to bed," Viktor drained his latest beer bottle.
"Now there is a lovely thought," Greg endorsed.
"Enjoy," Lukasz and Kieran hugged them both.
"Helena can spend night with kids, if you like. They all asleep by now anyway," Tomas offered.
"What a sterling idea, Tomas," Greg wholly agreed. "How good of you to offer."
"We go get tonight still if not too late," Viktor and Tomas shared a one armed with no hip contact straight guy hug. "Say goodnight to Anezka."
"I will," Tomas nodded. They bid a good evening to the other Gunners, most of whom were still present and headed out. Viktor took Greg's hand with a warm and loving smile as they walked along the lighted path back up to the hotel.
"Are you sure about leaving her with the other kids for the night?" Greg asked his partner as they walked. "She's missed you so. She'll want to be with us when she wakes up."
"I so hungry for you, we not take long," Viktor increased his pace as they entered the hotel. "Then we go get."
It took no time at all for them to reach their room. Greg had his card ready and quickly admitted them. Inside, they didn't bother with the lights as they both immediately began to pull at the other's clothes. Greg stopped Viktor from unbuttoning his shirt by pulling the footballer's polo shirt off over his head.
"It's going to be so nice to sleep beside you tonight," Greg ran his hands appreciatively over his Gunner's broad chest.
"Is for me too, Slunchitze," Viktor finished the buttons on his lover's shirt and pulled it out of his pants. Viktor leaned forward as he pushed the shirt off of Greg's shoulders and bit Greg's bare shoulder.
"Oh, do you want to play rough?" Greg ran a hand over his Gunner's muscular back.
"Want you," Viktor spoke into the shoulder beneath his lips as he popped the button on Greg's jeans. Greg gripped the bulging outline of the big Bulgarian snake trapped down Viktor's tight left pantleg.
"I want to suck your cock so badly I can't even think!" Greg confessed.
"I warn you now, I make much noise. Wake whole hotel," Viktor warned. He slipped his fingers into Greg's open jeans while he kissed his way across Greg's shoulder and up the side of his neck.
"I don't care if they can hear you in Vienna!" Greg opened Viktor's jeans as well. Viktor slid his hands inside the back of Greg's jeans to grip his lover's butt. He worked Greg's jeans down until the Brit's pants were held up only by the protrusion of his hard spike. Greg gave a sigh as Viktor's hand reached into his pants and curled around his cock and balls.
"I like hold you in my hand," Viktor carefully extracted his lover's equipment from his open pants and the jeans promptly fell to Greg's ankles. His lover's touch made Greg so hard that he ached. He briefly let his head fall back and closed his eyes while his partner fondled him.
"You feel so good, Vik," Greg ran his hands down the Gunner's ribs and into the open jeans. He slowly moved his fingers through Viktor's trimmed pubes. "Let's get you out of these pants," Greg pushed the jeans down over the hard bubble butt. He continued to slowly push the snug jeans down Viktor's thighs, exposing the big snake trapped within, inch by beautiful inch.
"Get on bed now," Viktor commanded as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. He smiled as he watched Greg pull down the bed and get into it. The sight of the hot Bulgarian's hard rod swinging as he walked around the bed made Greg's mouth water. Viktor slid into the bed and into Greg's arms. Viktor held Greg tightly as their hard cocks were pressed together between their bodies. Greg caressed his lover's muscular back and butt. Viktor took hold of the back of Greg's head and guided their mouths together. Greg closed his eyes as his lover's tongue slipped into his mouth. This was not the hard, hungry kiss Viktor had given him earlier. This kiss was slow and sensual. Both men writhed gently against each other, their erections moving together between them. Hands roamed slowly over the body each man had missed so and now took such pleasure from exploring every familiar inch.
Viktor broke their kiss only to push Greg over on his back. He kissed his way down Greg's throat and over his Adam's apple. Greg closed his eyes and gave a sigh. He loved the feel of his lover's slight goatee on his skin. Viktor kissed his way across Greg's collar bone as he ran his hand down his lover's body. He smiled against Greg's skin as his hand brushed by his lover's solid bone and he felt the wetness of precum smear across the back of his hand. Viktor moved his hand lower to cup and fondle Greg's shaved nuts.
"I like to hold balls," Viktor whispered against Greg's neck.
"I like it too," Greg agreed. Viktor gently massaged the swollen stones in their loose sac for a long moment. He looked down as he moved his hand to wrap it around the beer can thick cock. "I love my slunchitze thick kuro," Viktor used the Bulgarian equivalent slang word for dick as he slowly gave Greg an upward stroke.
"Umm," Greg closed his eyes. Viktor was only turned on the more by the sight of more clear syrup running out of his lover's engorged pole.
"Oh, slunchitze leak," Viktor caught much of the ooze on his thumb and brought it to Greg's chest, where he smeared it on Greg's right nipple. Greg only smiled, but any sense of amusement was quickly replaced by arousal as Viktor's hand returned to his cock and Viktor's tongue washed over his nipple. Viktor took back up his stroke as he licked up the precum that he had smeared on his lover's chest.
"Ugh, Vik," Greg murmured softly. Viktor brought his lips into play on Greg's chest as he slowly jacked his lover's fat bone.
"My God, I want to come so badly," Greg quietly confessed.
"Come," Viktor lapped at Greg's nipple while his hand moved Greg's skin up and down the thick crank. Greg gave a soft moan asViktor gave wet kisses up his chest and throat. The hand that knew him well held him exactly the right way and moved at exactly the right pace.
"Oh God, Vik," Greg began to tremble.
"Come for me, Grigor," Viktor trailed his tongue slowly over his lover's Adam's apple.
"Huh," Greg began to shudder as his entire body tensed up. Viktor knew only one way to keep his lover from crying out as he crashed over the edge. He covered Greg's mouth with his own even as Greg moaned again. It turned Viktor on no end when Greg moaned into his mouth that way. His own joint throbbed and he began to rock himself against Greg's hip. Viktor felt the fat cock in his hand grow even harder and shoved his tongue as far down Greg's throat as he could. He muffled with his mouth the whine Greg made that otherwise would have been such music to his ears as the British weapon went off in his hand. Greg grabbed Viktor's head and held him fast as his cum fountained out of his twitching organ.
"Mm, mm," Viktor moaned softly back into Greg's mouth as he stroked him through his orgasm. Spurt after spurt painted Greg's abdomen. Greg released his grip on Viktor's head and Viktor broke their kiss, leaving him to pant. Viktor looked down and watched the last of his lover's cream ooze as he gave a last, gentle stroke. The scent of Greg's emission was strong in the air and it turned Viktor on even further. Viktor just held his lover's still hard bone and smiled down on him.
"Did that feel good, Slunchitze?" Viktor gave Greg a soft kiss on his chin.
"Oh my God," Greg continued to pant. "You don't know how much I needed that."
"I do know," Viktor kissed Greg on his chest. "My Grigor so sexy," he kissed his way down Greg's torso until he came to the cooling streaks of jizz. Greg smiled as Viktor began to lap his spunk from him. Viktor licked up his lover's spilled juice from his lightly furry abdomen. He cleaned Greg with his tongue as best he may. Viktor found himself then too close to the source and entirely unable to resist it. He took Greg's ooze covered cock in his mouth.
"Ugh," Greg moaned as his lover gently sucked his yet hard dick. Viktor slowly pulled his mouth off Greg's spike.
"Mmm. You smell like sexy boy," Viktor smiled.
"I last had a shower in our bathroom at home and I've been traveling all day," Greg stated.
"I like. My slunchitze smell and taste so good," Viktor gave a lick across the serpent's eye. He moved back up and gave lick through Greg's mouth with his cummy tongue. "See how good?"
"Hmm," Greg smiled. "I'd rather have your cum in my mouth."
"Maybe in morning in shower," Viktor said as Greg put a hand to his face. Greg just caressed Viktor's cheek with his thumb a moment.
"I was thinking more like right now," Greg flipped the sheet over them and slid down the bed. Viktor still lay on his side and his big, hard, leaking cock lay with it's head in a wet spot on the mattress. Greg nestled on his side, under the sheet, up to Viktor and took the Bulgarian snake in his mouth. Viktor held his breath as Greg went down on him. Greg's throat was both talented and familiar, and made Viktor's eyes roll back in his head.
"Huh!" Viktor cried much out as his every inch sank into Greg's throat. Greg took hold of the big Bulgarian eggs as he drew his mouth up Viktor's pole just far enough to suck a quick breath in through his nose. Viktor placed a hand on the lump that was Greg's head as it moved beneath the sheet. He felt his lover's lips massage his shaft as Greg's mouth moved up and down his length. Greg's tongue moved on Viktor's sensitive cum tube and he could taste his Gunner's constantly leaking precum. He held Viktor's big stones in a firm, massaging grip as he began to suck the throbbing cock faster.
"Mmph!" Viktor moaned as his lover's incredible mouth picked up speed as it bobbed on his straining prick. He needed this, and badly, but he hadn't realize how badly until Greg's lips encircled his aching penis. He groaned as Greg began to bob on his throbbing bone even faster. His eyes would have crossed had they been open. Greg was not interested in finesse and making slow, skillful love to his partner's big Bulgarian cock. Now was the time to just get his Gunner off. Opportunities would come for them to take their time and bring each other to an intense, shuddering climax. Right now they both just needed to release the built up pressure their separation had caused. And Greg craved Viktor's cum with his very soul.
Viktor came in Greg's mouth the night before he left home for Austria, nearly a month ago, and he was about to do so again. He didn't try to hold out, he didn't want to. Viktor just wanted to come. And his lover sucked him so perfectly. Greg's lips clutched to his shaft just right. His lover's mouth moved on his meat with exactly the right rhythm. The skilled tongue moved on his sensitive cum tube with the perfect caress. Greg felt Viktor's nuts pull up tight to the base of the big, leaking crank in his mouth. He felt Viktor's body stiffen as he drove him to the edge.
"Grrrh," Viktor growled deep in his throat as his entire body shivered. His back arched involuntarily. Greg was acutely aware of the iron hard spear in his mouth as it became even bigger and harder. He let go of Viktor's nuts and grabbed his hip in an effort to hold him still as the stronger man's entire body convulsed in his orgasm.
"Ungh!" Viktor cried as he blew out in his lover's mouth. Greg was prepared and thrilled as his partner's strong semen flooded his mouth. Greg gulped down Viktor's thick and copious load. He slowed his pace and just gently sucked the spurting organ. His mouth filled again with the potent Bulgarian juice he so craved and Greg swallowed again.
Viktor panted as he came down from his intense orgasm. As Greg no longer needed to attempt to hold Viktor's body still, he moved his hand to massage the big stones in their loosening sac. Greg just slowly sucked the still hard cock as it now just oozed cream in his mouth. He gently moved his tongue up and down Viktor's cum tube. Viktor put a hand to the head that slowly moved beneath the sheet. Greg was well satisfied with the big and delicious load that his very hot footballer lover gave him, but he was loathe to relinquish the fantastic Bulgarian cock in his mouth. Greg let his head rest on the mattress and continued to suckle on Viktor's penis until it finally began to soften. Only then did Greg let it slip out of his mouth.
The heady smell of sex wafted out from under the sheet along with Greg. The Brit pushed his lover over flat on his back at last and moved to kiss him. Viktor welcomed Greg's cummy tongue into his mouth as his lover laid on him. He tasted himself as Greg's tongue moved through his mouth. Viktor caressed Greg's tongue with his as his lover kissed him.
"There now," Greg broke their kiss. "That's what good cum tastes like."
"Hmm," Viktor smiled. "I like yours better," he wrapped his arms around Greg. Greg shifted his body to the side so that his weight was not on Viktor, but laid his head on the broad Bulgarian chest. Both men relaxed in the afterglow of their love making, sated for the moment and content. But soon their thoughts drifted to the other bed in their room and the fact that it was empty.
"We should go get her," Greg gently rubbed Viktor's pec with his thumb.
"I just think that," Viktor agreed. They rolled away from each other and rose from the bed.
"Just get robe, Slunchitze," Viktor directed when he saw Greg pick up his jeans.
"You don't think we smell too
wfully of sex?" Greg asked as Viktor retrieved both robes from the closet.
"Baruska know what we do together if we smell like or no," Viktor reasoned as he handed Greg one of the robes.
"I suppose," Greg slipped into his robe and bent to pull his cell from his jean pocket. "I'll just text Baruska to let her know we're coming now, right?" he took a moment to do so and then both men headed out into the corridor, taking care that their robes were well closed and tied securely.
The Rosicky rooms were only six doors down from theirs. They saw the door of the king room open and be propped on the security latch as they approached.
"Knock, knock," Greg called out.
"Hey, guys," Baruska greeted and held the door open for them. "You look ready for bed," she gave a knowing smile.
"We very much are," Greg nodded.
"Kids are sleeping?" Viktor asked softly.
"They are," Baruska gestured toward the slightly ajar connecting door to the adjacent room.
"Thanks so much for looking after her, Baruska," Greg smiled.
"She no trouble at all," Baruska dismissed. Viktor pushed the interior door open and quietly crept into the room with two double beds. All three children were sound asleep in the bed where they had watched their movie. Damek lay in the center on his back. Eliska was by herself near the far edge and Helena was cuddled up to the older boy. She faced him and while Helena did not lay her head on him, she was curled up under his arm.
"How cute are they!" Greg expressed softly from where he hung back with Baruska in the doorway. Viktor carefully pulled the blankets away, tossed Helena's baby to Greg, and ever so carefully lifted his daughter up out of the bed. Viktor held Helena's sleeping form to his chest and walked back through to the other room.
"Give us a call when you all head for the pool tomorrow, right?" Greg bid. "We'll go together."
"Okay. See you tomorrow," Baruska smiled.
"Thank you again. Goodnight," Greg gave a wave and followed his partner and daughter out the door. He dashed ahead to open their door for them. Greg then pulled Helena's bed down and Viktor placed her in the center with her head on a pillow. Greg placed her baby beside her and tucked her in. They were most grateful for the fact that kids could sleep through damn near anything. Helena never even stirred.
"I'll grab us some boxers so we can get into bed," Greg stated.
"No," Viktor stated.
"No, what?" Greg was confused.
"No boxer. Must be naked with you," Viktor dictated.
"I want that too, Vik. I would love that, but what about in the morning, when she wakes up?" Greg asked.
"Have them close by," Viktor stepped up to his partner and put a hand to the side of his face as he gave Greg a soft and loving kiss on his lips. "You so beautiful, my slunchitze."
"Look who's talking," Greg countered.
"Where boxer?" Viktor moved to the suitcase and lifted the lid. Greg did not need to answer. They were in plain sight, folded in a corner. Greg dropped his robe and quickly got into their bed as Viktor extracted two pairs and turned to join him. Viktor placed their neatly folded boxers on the nightstand, dropped his robe, and climbed in beside the partner he craved body and soul. Greg pulled the bed clothes up around them and both men gave a sigh of contentment as they took each other in their arms. Limbs entwined, sleep soon claimed them.