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George hated football. Elliot loved it. When Elliot decided one night football was better than a relaxing night with George, George knew he needed to do something drastic. He waited until halftime to make his move.
“You know, I’ve heard that interesting things happen during half time at football games.”
“Like what?” Elliot asked. George smirked before answering.
“Like this.” He kissed Elliot erotically, tongue playing with its counterpart in Elliot’s mouth, and then pulled away before coming back and nipping at Elliot’s lip, all the while moving his hands over Elliot’s body in an attempt to arouse him.
“George, I want to watch the game.” George looked up at him.
“Even more than you want this?” He asked as he ran a hand over the forming bulge in Elliot’s pants.
“Yes.” Elliot said. George let out a low chuckle because Elliot’s arousal was showing in his voice. He started stroking Elliot roughly, making Elliot moan and thrust.
“Well, it looks like your game is back on, maybe I should go…” George said and he started to release his hold on Elliot. Elliot grabbed his wrist.
“No, now you’re going to fuck me into the sofa.” He growled. George smirked in satisfaction.
“I thought you wanted to watch the game?” George asked innocently.
“You know I don’t. I’d so much rather be with you.”
“You really want me?”
“Yes, please!” Elliot groaned, his arousal making him throb. “I want you so, so bad. Please, please fuck me.”
“Well, ok…” George chuckled as he undressed Elliot.
Elliot shouted George’s name as he went over the edge and George moaned as he flooded the man beneath him.
“Wasn’t that much better than watching a football game?” George teased Elliot.
“I hate you.”
“I love you too.”