Defeating the Odds

by Kacey Hamford

  “Why would it?” He shrugs. “We shag the same way, albeit slightly different, but fuck it. Women like it up the arse too.” He winks at his wife when she gasps at his words, turning red like a lobster. Damon chokes on his water and I pat his back to help.

  “Ohmygod,” the wife rushes out, and covers her face. I can’t stop the laugh that escapes my mouth. They join in the laughter and we dig in and talk amongst ourselves. The little touches and kisses between Damon and me all night, don’t seem to bother anyone around us, especially our table guests. The bloke is a proper jack-the-lad but eating dinner with a gay couple doesn’t bother him.

  The whole date is amazing, and Damon is content sitting next to me while me and this Carl bloke talk football. He and Carl’s wife talk about something or other. The feelings of being here with Damon, my boyfriend, is crazy. I have never had a boyfriend before, which is pretty obvious, but it feels right to say it now.

  “Are you ready to go back?” I ask Damon. He nods his head and we say our goodbyes. Again, we walk hand in hand back to our hut. Soaking up the beach, the water and the surrounding area. The sound of the waves soothe my soul as I walk with the man that holds my heart. The orange and yellows rays bounce off Damon’s face, casting him in an even better light. We climb the deck and I walk over to the side, where I lean my hands on top of the rail. Damon closes in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

  “Today was perfect,” I say into the breeze.

  “Mmmhmm,” he murmurs, laying gentle kisses to my neck. We stay there as the sun sets, basking in the beautiful colours. Once the sun disappears below the horizon, Damon speaks.

  “Bedroom. Now. I need to feel you. Taste you.” My body shivers.

  “Okay,” is all I can say. Excitement rips through my body. Who am I to refuse my man what he wants.

  I love having Ford laid out in front of me. He is gorgeous. I had already devoured his cock, but I am being mean and won’t let him come. I want this to last.

  “Change of plans. Outside.” I jump off the bed and stand by the side of Ford, who is still laying there, looking at me with confusion. He reaches out for my cock and I back away from him. He pouts, and I can’t resist leaning over him and claiming his lips.

  “If you want this, you’ll grab that lube and the condoms and follow me outside.” I take a slow walk out of the bedroom and down the steps to the decking. I get myself comfy on the sofa and wait for Ford to join me. The moon is at its brightest tonight, and it feels like I am sitting in a spotlight, fully naked. Thank fuck we aren’t at home, where I’d be freezing my nipples off by now.

  “Where do you want me, Damon?”

  “Right here.” I pat my lap and he straddles my thick thighs, causing our cocks to brush against each other. We both groan out loud and I start a trail of kisses up Ford’s chest. He goes to grip his cock, but I brush his hand away. He then tries to grab mine, and I push his hand away again. I want him to wait. I want us both begging to be touched.

  I am in a wild, reckless and restless mood. Maybe it’s the thought of going home and being separated from Ford once again. We haven’t spoken about what’s going to happen. We both have very important careers that we love.

  Ford moans my name as I nip at his neck and move up to just beneath his ear. I slowly blow out a breath of air and his body becomes covered in goosebumps. His hips jut forward, causing our cocks to brush against each other again.

  “Fuck this. I can’t wait.” I grab the lube and pour a generous amount in my hand before grabbing both of our cocks together in my hands. Ford moves his hips, so his cock moves gently in my hands and against my cock. “How the hell do you do this to me?”

  “The same way you do it to me. Our connection is beyond crazy. Intense, to say the least,” he pants.

  “I’ll never get enough of this.” I release our cocks and Ford’s hands go to the back of my head. He pulls me in for a soul-shattering kiss. Yep, I was never losing this man. He is all I’ll ever need in this world.

  As he’s kissing me, I move my hand around the back of him and slowly press my slippery finger inside him. He groans out loudly, causing his lips to drop from mine. As I move slowly, he begs and pleads with me. My tongue skims his trembling lips and I smile to myself. I’m falling in love with this man. Is that possible after such a short time?

  “Damon. I need you in me, please. Fuck. You feel so good inside me, so stop fucking teasing.”

  “You know I like to hear you beg.” I wink at him before I fumble around on the seat next to me to find a condom. Once my hand is on it, I fling it at Ford. He eagerly grabs it, tears it open with his teeth and covers me with it.

  “You ready for me?” I ask. He nods his head as I place both of my hands underneath him and lift, so I can position myself and ease into him gently. He grabs the back of my neck to steady himself as he plants his feet on the sofa beside my legs.

  His eyes glaze over once I’m buried to the hilt, and our foreheads rest against each other. There is something very intimate about fucking this way, and I have a feeling it will be a regular occurrence. Only, we’ll have to move it inside when we get home.

  “You feel so good.” My hands move to his waist as I encourage him to move. He wraps both of his hands around my neck and kisses me as he start to move. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, which causes my hips to shoot up off the sofa and further into him.

  “You ready to come for me?” I ask, grasping his cock.

  “I’m always ready. Make me come hard, babe. Harder than ever before. Fuck, you feel so good. I’m not gonna last.”

  A sheen of sweat starts to cover us both as we fuck each other into oblivion. My hips piston off the sofa as I pump him hard and fast.

  “Yes!” I cry out as my release takes over my whole body. I don’t stop pumping Ford, and before long he’s covering my chest with his cum.

  We’re both panting like fat ducks as I manoeuvre Ford lower on my lap so I can get rid of the condom. I tie a knot in the end and drop it on the decking for now. Ford collapses into my chest, causing us to stick together.

  “Come on, let’s go shower before bed.” I tap him on the arse, trying to get him to move.

  “Carry me. I am too fucking tired to move. You’re strong enough,”

  “Stand up then.” Ford climbs to his feet and watches my movements. I bend at the waist and throw him over my shoulder. He laughs out loud, one of those booming laughs that has my cock coming to life once more.

  I quickly stride across the decking and up the steps, through the bedroom and into the bathroom. I deposit him on the side, next to the sink, and he hisses as the coldness of the marble hits his arse cheeks.

  I lean in and flick the shower on, turning the dial so it is a bit colder. We had both worked up a sweat and I was roasting.

  “Get that cute arse in here,” I demand as I step into the shower. Ford hops off the side immediately and joins me. “On your knees.” I smile at him to see if he’ll do it. His eyes jump to my cock before he is settling on his knees and pulling me into his mouth.

  “Fast and hard,” I demand. I stand and watch as his head bobs up and down. His hands come to my arse cheeks and pulls me in closer to him. As he gags, his eyes shoot to mine. I try to pull away, but he just holds me there, until he decides to pull away. Fuck, that was hot. One touch of his hands on my balls as my cock touches the back of his throat has me cuming inside of his delectable mouth.

  I slump back against the cold tiles and let the water run over my head. I am exhausted. I help Ford to his feet and his body settles against mine.

  “Let’s wash up so we can get into bed.” He nods in agreement and we both grab the shower gel and shampoo. There is nothing sexual about the rest of the shower. I just want to get under the sheets with him.

  Once we are both settled in bed, facing each other I ask the million-dollar question.

  “How is this going to work when we go home?” I ask, laying my hand over his abs.<
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  “We’ll make it work. We aren’t that far from each other, are we? We both train a shit load, so that will hinder our time together, but I still want to make this work, Damon. We will see each other as much as possible. You can come to games with me. Sit with the WAG’s.”

  “Sit with the WAG’s? I’m not sure about that. Are they all bitchy and shit, like on the TV?”

  “Some are, but most aren’t. It depends how high up the player is. The more popular and expensive the player is, then… yeah, the bitchier the WAG. But fuck them, you will blow them out of the water. The WAG’s on my team are pretty down to earth, if I am honest.”

  “And are you one of the expensive players?” I ask, eyebrows raised. Shit, I don’t actually know much about football, or his career.

  “I am worth a decent amount. My last transfer was seventeen-point-three-million.”

  “Well, I don’t think I need to work any longer. I’ll be your stay-at-home bitch.” I laugh, pulling Ford in closer to me and kissing his lips.

  “Hahaha, like you would be happy doing that. But I could get used to coming home to you every day.”

  “Move in with me.” I pull back slightly and wait for him to answer. It's fast I know, but it feels right.

  “Wait, What?”

  “Move in with me. Then at least with our busy schedules we’ll still see each other. I want to hold you as you sleep every night. I know it’s a bit fast, but I’m falling in love with you.” Shit, I did it. I laid it all out there. Please don’t stomp on my heart.

  “Fuck. Are you serious? Holy shit. I am falling in love with you too.”

  “I’m deadly serious. If you don’t like my place or wanna be closer to your family and team, then we can move. We can buy a new place, in between where we both need to be.” His declaration makes my heart swell with love for this man.

  “Fuck, you are serious. Fuck it. Let’s do it. Maybe we can find a place in the middle. Something that is ours. I don’t fancy staying at yours knowing that you have shagged other guys there.”

  “I love how possessive you are.” I wink at him. “Then it’s a deal. I’ll get Mum to contact an estate agent to find us some places to look at. Then at least Sam can stay at mine for the time being.”

  “My brother Nick and his wife Violet can help. They own an estate agency back home. They will find us the perfect house. They know my finances, so we will be fine.”

  “I’m paying too. I’ve got a shit load of money. We can have the best house money can buy.” Ford yawns and nuzzles in closer to me. “We can discuss it in more detail tomorrow. Night, handsome.”

  “We’ll see about the house. Night, babe.” We cuddle in closer after sharing one more kiss, while the moonlight shines in through the window.

  My knee bounces as I sit in my Porsche Macan. I am waiting for Damon to make a grand exit from the recovery centre. The paparazzi are out in force to see how he faired inside. I am proud as punch for him. He’s come on in leaps and bounds when it comes to his anger and seeing things in a different light. Does he lose his temper? Yes. But he controls it a lot better now. He says that I am his anchor, that I ground him. Plus the football stress-ball I bought him helps.

  The radio plays but I don’t hear the music. I am fully focused on the doors that I know my man will walk out of any time now. The press are getting antsy, and honest to fuck, so am I. I’d laid in bed – alone, I might add - thinking about how today will go. This is a pivotal moment in my life.

  Now is the time I will finally know who has my back and who doesn’t. Those who can’t accept the fact that I am gay can fuck the hell off. I don’t need negativity in mine and Damon’s lives.

  The doors open, and I see Damon’s coach and backroom staff walk out before I see him. My heart stutters in my chest at the sight of him. He is wearing a ‘Hot Head Vardy’ t-shirt, jeans that fit him perfectly and his trademark Nike trainers. I watch as they all walk over to the small podium that has been set up.

  “Thank you all for coming to see Damon leave the Hills Rehab Facility, where the staff have helped Damon deal with the issues that landed him here. Grief is a thing that no one can take lightly. I will now hand you over to Damon, so he can say a few words.” His coach steps back and I watch as Damon steps forward and speaks.

  “I have learnt a lot in here. I was denying myself the need to grieve for my baby sister. It all bottled up inside me, and the way I dealt with it was to fight, to turn to anger. The staff here have been great. I would never have been able to get through it without them. Whilst I was working on becoming a better man, I met someone pretty great.”

  I climb out of my car and make my way over to the crowd. I hear a few whispers as I get closer. I know a few of them recognise me, but I don’t pay them any attention. I stop a few feet away from Damon and wait for him to finish what he has to say. I know he was a little nervous, but he has got this.

  “I’m ready to get back in the cage and bring on my next fight with…” Damon’s coach leans into the microphone and let’s Damon know who his first fight will be against.

  “Damon’s first fight back in the cage will be against, Neil ‘Hard as Nails’ Smithers.” I see Damon tense slightly, but to the untrained eye, he doesn’t flinch. Damon looks at me and winks, making me smile. I take a step closer again and wait for Damon to finish what he has to say.

  “I’m not going to lie, it’ll be a tough fight. I’ve been out of training. But I have every faith in my coach to get me to where I need to be.”

  Damn, I am proud of this man standing in front of me. His eyes keep sliding to where I stand, so I know that he is making sure I am close and not freaking out. Does he think I don’t want this? I take a deep breath and walk over to Damon. His eyes widen when I close the distance between us.

  I step next to him and grip the back of his neck, before bringing his lips to mine. I can hear the press go fucking wild, but I ignore them and keep kissing my man. The flashes of cameras and questions make me pull back to see what Damon is feeling. He smiles at me before laying a kiss on my lips once more. Finally, he turns back to the press.

  Coach fields the questions.

  “Are you ready to get back in the cage, Damon?”

  “I am ready and waiting.”

  “Have you been in touch with Noble since you have been in rehab?”

  “Yeah, we’ve met up. We’re cool. Like I said, I’ve come to terms with a lot of stuff.”

  “How do you feel about the night you almost killed a man in the cage?”

  “I was doing my job: cage fighting. These things happen.”

  “Hot Head, what is Ford Matthews to you?”

  “This man right here is my better half.”

  “How did you two meet? Not many people know you are gay, Ford.”

  “He came to one of my fights.”

  “I like to keep my private life just that: private. But this man here…” I circle his waist with my arms and hold him close to me. “He helped me see that being gay in a sporting world shouldn’t rule my life. No one should be made to hide who they really are in any sport, or any way of life, for that matter. Love is love. That is a simple fact.” Damon leans in and kisses the side of my head. The flashes go crazy again.

  Damon’s coach ends the frenzie and the big beefy guys that came with Damon help us to my car. Damon holds my hand like he is afraid I will take off and leave. Something I would never do. I click the fob on my keys and my car unlocks. We quickly climb in and I start the car. I look over at Damon and breathe out the breath that I was holding.

  “Fuck me, that was crazy,” I say.

  “It was. You know, you didn’t have to do that for me. But I love that you did.”

  “I told you I am an all or nothing kinda bloke. I needed to do it for us, but I also needed to do it for myself. And I am so fucking happy that I did. Can I be proud of myself?” I ask, chuckling as I pull away from the building.

  “Hell yeah, you can. Not a lot of people would have had the ball
s to do that. And I must say, you have a nice set.”

  “Why thank you. So do you, babe.” I lay my hand over his and he links our fingers together, resting them on his thick thigh.

  I have another surprise for Damon. After talking to Nick and Violet most of last night, I think we have found the perfect place for me and Damon to buy. It is a little out of the way, but it seems perfect for us. It is over an hour’s drive away, but again, it is perfect and worth the journey.

  We talk throughout the drive, making plans about what house we would like. What we both want in the future. I know we did it while we were away in Bora Bora but talking here makes it seem more real.

  We pull up at big brown wooden gates, and I can see Damon looking at me quizzingly. I just wink at him. I push the code into the small panel and the gates slowly swing open. I take the car down the driveway until the house comes into view. It is an old building with a large, old barn at the back. It comes with a few acres of land as well. Perfect for running. The red-ish brickwork stands out against the green trees and grass.

  “Why are we here, handsome?”

  “Well, while I was at the hotel last night, twiddling my thumbs because a certain man in my life had to sleep elsewhere, I phoned my brother. We found this place.” I open the car door and nod for him to follow. I meet him at the front of the car and he stares up at the old house.

  “Violet found it. It has five bedrooms and three baths. Plus, an old barn out the back of the house, which I was thinking, if you like it and we buy it, you could turn it into a full gym. It’s big enough. What do you think?” He is still taking in the whole building.

  “It looks amazing from the outside. Let’s check out the inside.” The excitement clear in his voice.

  The inside is perfect. Yeah, we will have to decorate it to suit us, but it has a lot of woodwork throughout. We are simple men. We don’t like all the expensive shit like most celebs do. We walk through each room, taking in the decor. We make it upstairs and I show Damon each room, leaving the master suite for last.