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Subject: Premiership Lads part 90: Us Part ninety: Us `I did it for us,’ Harry Maguire said in a low, careful voice. He stood there, one hand gripping the neck of the icy champagne bottle, the other clutching the two delicate glasses; he accidentally gripped them too hard and the stem of one snapped, slicing his thumb and dropping broken glass to the carpet of the guest bedroom. Owch. `Harry,’ came Luke’s voice again, staring searchingly across the lamplit bedroom, `what the fuck…?’ Harry stared at his cut thumb and watched a drop of blood hit the floor. He placed the champagne as carefully as he could beside the bed and stooped to pick up the long slivers of broken glass, then took a step back. `I did what I had to do,’ he snapped back more firmly, seeing the confused anger in his lad’s eyes. `We were up against it, Luke. I had to do something.’ He swiftly exited the room, moving across the landing into the family bathroom and dumping the broken glass in the sink then running his hand under the cold tap. Luke hurried in after him, still holding his phone. `Great, so you fucked him. Another guy, what a surprise. You gonna plough the whole squad before the season’s out, mate?’ Harry stared at him, taken aback by his tone. He shook his throbbing hand and spun round, raising both arms in a calming gesture. `Luke, let’s talk about this,’ he huffed, `it’s not that simple, and…’ `And who’s the other guy? The one who grabs your dick?’ Shaw demanded, stepping up to him, red-faced and angry in his gestures. `Who the fuck is he? How much of this were you gonna bother telling me, Maguire?’ Harry heaved a short sigh and squared up to the challenging figure of his lover, a strong 6ft1 24 year old that he could still tower over. He could forget at times how big and strong Luke actually was, since he couldn’t stop thinking of him as a cute lion cub who needed to be protected from pricks like Jesse Lingard. He gawped at the angry snarl on the bearded face and felt the sting of resentment. `I did this for US,’ he snapped, returning to his initial response. `You don’t know what you’re yapping about.’ `Then fucking TELL ME,’ demanded Luke, lunging at him. He would have landed quite a strike if Harry didn’t catch both of his wrists in his hands and wrestle him into a halt, the two stripped men coming face to face in the dark bathroom. He saw the glisten of tears in Luke’s eye and his snarling expression fade to distress. `Just fucking tell me,’ the younger guy begged in a choked cry of exasperation. `Stop leaving me in the dark.’ Harry held firm at his forearms and pulled them lower, disabling the threat of violence. His cut hand throbbed and he realised he was smearing a streak of his blood on his lover’s arm. With a tut, he yanked Luke’s arm and ran the tap to wash both of their hands, then he threw his arms about the bare body and hugged him close. Luke was crying but doing his best to pretend he wasn’t. Harry squeezed him and breathed deeply before letting go. `Lingard’s obsessed with me,’ he grunted as he slowly pulled away. `He needed it. He never wanted to fuck me, that was just fightin’ talk… He wanted my cock. You can see it in the video.’ `And you were quick to give it to him,’ Luke returned with quiet viciousness. `What else was I gonna do?’ Harry said urgently. `Keep transferring him all that money, let him bleed us both dry and make our lives miserable?! Nah, no fuckin’ thank you.’ He grabbed Luke’s rounded shoulders and shook him. `This is how it had to be. I’m sorry it ain’t as squeaky fuckin’ clean as you’d like, Luke, but I sorted shit out. I fucked him good and proper and gave him what he was beggin’ for; he won’t say a fuckin’ thing now. That video you’re whimpering over made sure of that!’ He stalled, regretting his building aggressive tone and harsh words. He tried to calm himself but held onto Luke’s shoulders. `That video is keeping us safe. Blackmail beats blackmail.’ Luke screwed up his face. `We aren’t twats like that, we don’t need to threaten people,’ he protested. `Don’t we? He could have destroyed everything.’ `So you tied up his fucking HANDS?’ Luke actually looked frightened of him as he pulled away from his grip and left the bathroom. `He looked like a kidnapped victim in that video, Harry, it’s insane — what did you think you were doing, fucking him like that? You’re sick…’ `What? You think he didn’t want it? You should have seen him,’ Harry pleaded, following him onto the landing. `Luke, the video makes it look worse, but –` `Well I’ve just forwarded to the end and, hey, who knew you liked PISSING on blokes?’ Luke whirled on him, his face pale with anger. He turned and tossed the mobile phone away into the guest bedroom and he looked about to rush down the stairs in his underpants but Harry lunged for him and grabbed his arms again. `He needed teaching a lesson.’ `A lot of guys seem to need it when they meet you,’ Luke snapped coldly. `I’m sure you didn’t enjoy roughing him about the bedroom at all. Him, Dan James, Jamie Vardy, Ben Chilwell, who knows how many others are hiding in the closet with you…?’ `For fuck’s sake, Luke.’ Harry couldn’t control his temper or his mouth. `Are you forgetting your Dutch lover boy all of a fucking sudden? It’s convenient that you think you’re some kinda nun as soon as my dick comes up, right? Fuckin’ hell…’ `Get off me,’ Luke grunted, throwing his hands away and turning away, into the bedroom. `I’m sick of this. Sick of not having a clue whether I’m gonna go to bed with a man or a monster.’ `A monster?!’ `Brandon was right,’ Luke said mutinously, scouting about the room for his clothes, then remembering they were all downstairs in the kitchen. `You don’t even like guys, you just like being fucking dominant. He tried to warn me and I told him where to fucking shove it.’ Harry stopped in the doorway watching Luke scuff around the room then come to a halt and linger in the centre, beside the bed where they’d lain and eaten together like a real couple. Aggressive resentment and panicked longing battled for control in his jittery brain. His temper exploded in a single punch to the door, denting the woodwork and scraping his knuckles. He looked up and Luke was staring angrily at him, point proven. `I’ve never hurt you,’ Harry said. `Yet.’ He stared at him then, the single word stabbing at his pride. Is that what mersin escort he’d let this beautiful man think of him…? That he was on the verge of beating him up as soon as fucking him? Dear god… Hurt, he staggered into the room and held up both hands in an age-old gesture of surrender. `Luke,’ he said as calmly as his shaking growl could manage, `let me fix this, please…’ `You’re bleeding,’ Shaw snapped back. `Do you have plasters?’ Five minutes later, they were sitting side by side on the bed. Harry was hunched over with one arm laid out on Luke’s thighs, a plaster being delicately stretched over his cut hand, then patted gently down. Luke’s soft hands stroked his inner arm and his wrist, curled about his grazed knuckles. `Who’s the other guy?’ Luke demanded in a small voice. Harry considered dodging this one crucial question; somehow it was the hardest to admit, but he knew the consequences of refusing now. `It’s my brother,’ he said bluntly. `It’s Loz. He came with me to help. He…’ `He fucked him too,’ Luke said, the shock obvious in his voice and on his staring face. `So you both had your fun. Jesus. And just like that, Lingard is gonna leave us alone because he had one session with the Maguire bros…? What do you think this is, a gangster film?’ `You can laugh but I think it worked,’ Harry said. He kept his voice low and mumbling, bashful and regretful. `He was crazy for me, Luke, so I gave him double what he wanted. Honestly, he was begging and crying for it. Turn the sound on the video. I did what I had to do to save us, no other reason — I don’t give a shit about that lad, I’d happily never see him again in my life. I was ending his bullying of us, that’s all. It worked! Luke, all I want is you…’ `Me, and any other guy on the United team,’ Luke sighed. `You really think that?’ Harry lifted his injured hand and stroked the back of the other lad’s neck, a gentle but persistent massage up his spine. His other hand he clamped to one thigh and stroked the inside as he leaned in close. `You really think it’s not special when I fuck you…? When we’re alone? When we’re smashing hotel beds in Marbella…?’ `It’s more special than anything in my fucking life,’ Luke whispered hoarsely. There were tears in his eyes again, Harry guessed, though he couldn’t see from this angle. He stroked further up his thigh and pulled on his neck a little. `I couldn’t let Jesse ruin what we have. Not now.’ `You didn’t have to fuck him.’ `What else was I gonna do? Seriously?’ `You could have given in.’ Harry paused, uncomfortable. `You’d be happier then?’ Luke turned his head, wiped a single tear off his cheek. `For fuck’s sake, of course not,’ he spat. `You think I want you to go through something like that? Being used by that prick, by anyone? Of course not! I love you, Harry Maguire, don’t you believe that?’ In spite of these words, he pushed at him and slid away over the bed. `I just wish… I just wish things were simpler.’ `Things could never have been simple.’ `I know that. But do they have to be THIS fucked…?’ Luke had crawled over the bed and pulled his knees up against him, arms around them, face glum. Harry moved tentatively closer, unsure if he’d wriggle away or lash out at him. He curled up against him and stroked one knee and one shoulder. `I’m sorry,’ he said finally, the apology he’d been unable to spit out throughout this argument. `I get it. I can see I’ve been a prick. But honestly, all I was thinking about was how to put things right. Don’t for a second think I wanted to come here and fuck with Lingard, that was just… what needed doing. And I didn’t force anything on him. Speak to him if you don’t believe me. The second he was on his knees, he was a total slut. It’s what Vardy told me about him. He’s into some kinky sub stuff, I think. Luke, I should have told you my plan, but…’ `But what?’ `I just wanted to keep you safe.’ He cupped a hand against the tickling bearded face and lifted Luke’s face. `Just wanted to look after you. That’s all I want.’ He leant in and stole a single kiss. They both sighed as their heads slowly parted. `Let me prove it. Let me fix this. I need to show you that you’re everything to me now. The other guys…’ `However, many there are,’ came the mutinous grumble from his jealous boy. Harry grunted. `Can either of us really preach monogamy, buddy…?’ `Guess not,’ was Shaw’s sigh. `Sure, I like fuckin’ about a bit. I enjoy the power, yeh. I’ve had some crazy fun these past six months. But none of it comes close to you.’ He stroked his face again, rubbed a hand up and down his leg, lifted himself closer and kissed him on the lips once more. `Let me show you that.’ His idea slipped out of his lips before he could even consider it. `Luke, take my cherry.’ Shaw blinked and stared at him through misty eyes. `You don’t mean that.’ Harry’s voice was heavy and grim but determined. `Yes I do. I want you to know I’m yours and you’re mine. Fuck everybody else. Fuck me, Luke.’ `Harry…’ `Fuck me,’ he said again, more grit in his voice. `Fuck me, baby.’ `Oh, Harry…’ Harry leaned in real close, pushed him back into the cushioned headboard and brought their faces intensely close, body to body, leg hair tickling at each other’s muscles. `Fuck me and cum inside me, Luke Shaw. Make me yours just like you are mine. Please.’ Luke moved away and off the bed and Harry slumped to his side, convinced for a moment that his desperate plea had failed. He turned his head, stretching his back on the covers and spreading his longs legs; he saw Luke by the side of the bed pick up the champagne bottle from where he’d left it. Shaw put it to his lips and swigged; Maguire watched trickles of its froth dance down his hairy chin and drip to his chest — then the bottle was being offered his way. He sat up and took it, necked a couple of mouthfuls. Then Luke was grabbing it back and tipping it; pouring fizzing champagne out onto the sweep of his pecs and lunging down to lick. Harry groaned and sank back in a rush of fizz, wrapping his arms around the lad’s body and twisting on the bed. More champagne sloshed down his arm and leg and he seized the bottle, bringing it up to pour into Luke’s open mouth. Half of it went down their chest and tummies, sticky and sweet on their muscles. Luke was grabbing it back and pouring it over his face and he tried escort mersin not to laugh happily as he stuck out his tongue to catch it. Then the cascade of French bubbles was replaced by Luke’s mouth, and the two men kissed through the taste of champagne. Harry writhed on the bed, gripping his lover but trying not to take over, enjoying the strong pull and push of Luke’s hands against his biceps and shoulders and then down his side. He let go of the instinct to grapple the man over and take him by force; the kisses felt so good after all, and tasted better than ever. But Harry couldn’t be passive; he wrenched at the waist of Luke’s boxers and reached round to squeeze and grab those beautiful full cheeks. Luke was guiding him back onto his side though, so he complied. He was curling over away from Luke, though all he wanted to do was smother him in kisses, but the guy’s hand was down the back of his undies now scratching at his own slightly hairy buttocks and he felt a strangely liberating fear of what was to come. Luke was spooning him like he’d never allowed him to do before, cradling his body from behind and kissing roughly at the side of his neck. It tickled and made his body twist and grind, unused to the submission. He thought about his behaviour about six hours ago in the next room, his treatment of submissive and obsessive Jesse Lingard with his accomplice. Yes, that was him, but so was this. He was Luke’s, on a level he didn’t yet understand. His pants were off, Luke was taking control of that. One of Luke’s soft palm was already reaching under his hip to take his big cock, and the other was running up his side, tickling around his pec and close to his nipple. He twisted his neck so they could kiss lip to lip, but now it was time for more; Luke’s left hand cruised down his muscled flank and over his hip and gently squeezed one arse cheek before sliding further. Into his hairy crack, just like Vardy and Lingard’s dirty tongues had before. He wanted that again, but he didn’t know how to suggest it; Harry Maguire felt silenced by desire, he was not the one calling the shots tonight, not now. He just lifted his strong leg up to give Luke access and tried to relax as a single finger tickled between his glutes. Just like in the kitchen, there was no talking; arguments had been swallowed. Harry just made pants and groans as his arse was explored tentatively and his dick was pulled in long firm strokes. He kept wanting to roll over and grab him in a cuddle, or reach around for his bottom, but… no, not tonight… Suddenly he felt Luke’s finger pop inside him and he couldn’t stop himself arching away at the presence, surprised and worried. But Luke was kissing and massaging at his neck and shoulders and up and down one bicep. Relaxing, comforting, surprisingly in control of it all… `Come on,’ Luke purred, `onto your front, baby…’ Harry rolled further, spreading his elbows and pushing his face down into a pillow, his back and arse and thighs exposed to the room. Luke was on top of him, kissing the top of his spine and rubbing down his sides. Harry felt his buttocks prised open and the impossibly thick end of something decidedly phallic creeping between them. `Come on,’ urged Luke’s voice, commanding and polite all at once, `come on babe…’ Harry grunted and tried to lift and relax his bottom a bit, using his knees to gently press back into Luke’s mounting form. He could feel the shape of a dick pressing between his cheeks, but it was so much bigger and thicker than a rogue finger or a filthy tongue! Luke pulled back a bit and was fingering him again instead, cautious but eager. Spread out on the bed, Harry had never felt quite so vulnerable or fragile; he was becoming frustrated by the difficulty of it, remembering the struggle the first time he had attempted to fuck Luke in the snowy undergrowth. Luke was pressing at his ring and it hurt more than he’d imagined; he pictured the agonised looks he’d delighted in on Daniel’s, on Jesse’s, on precious Luke’s. Jesus, was this how it felt?! He lifted his back more, pushed his strong cheeks into Luke’s reach, tried to signal his willingness to `enjoy’ this, to swap roles, to be equals instead of dominant. Eventually, there was a pause. Luke was lying next to and partly on top of him, kissing his neck softly, a disappointed smile audible in his quiet voice. `It’s okay,’ he said, `it’s okay if we can’t, Harry… I don’t fucking care… we don’t need to try this, you’re so new to it…’ Harry felt a fresh surge of anger, only at himself this time. He thought about the merry dance of their relationship, the ways he’d messed around or bullied this gorgeous lad next to him. He thought about that night when Luke had rescued him from the city streets even after he’d done his best to act a prick and push him around. Parts of that night were fuzzy, but he could picture them in the shower of Luke’s apartment, Shaw being so gentle and kind to him in his neediest moment. With this in mind, Maguire rolled over and grabbed him in a violently excited kiss, almost biting his lips in his eagerness. He pulled Luke’s hand to his big throbbing hard-on and then grabbed the lad’s cock in return, jerking each other rigorously for a few minutes. Then he lifted his hand off Luke’s thick rod and shoved him in the chest, slamming him back down into the bedding. There was a smile on Luke’s lips, a sort of excited but rueful acceptance; he was already beginning to spread his thick footballer’s thighs, expecting the status quo. But Harry stood up onto his knees and patted each of Luke’s hairy thighs down as he shuffled forward. `No,’ he said dominantly, `not tonight.’ He moved forward to straddle his man, submissive and in charge all at once. He spread his legs as best he could so he was squatting astride Luke’s body, hands on his hands, then he began to sit. Luke pulled one hand away form his gripping fingers, reaching under to help. Harry lowered himself as slowly as possible until he could feel the bulging tip of an erect dick pushing between his cheeks and against his hairy virgin hole. Relax, he told himself, you can do this. `I love you,’ whispered Luke from where he lay. `I love you so fucking much, Harry.’ `I love you too,’ Harry grunted, too busy concentrating to make it sound more romantic; he was willing to body to convey that instead as he braced himself mersin escort bayan and felt the burn against his hole. He guided himself down a bit more and let out a little yelp of discomfort. `Go slow,’ pleaded Luke, reaching to stroke his spread thighs, up and down, up and down. Maguire straddled him and pressed slowly down until he could feel it enter. He stared excitedly down and watched the reaction on Luke’s face: the little `o’ of his mouth and the roll of his eyes. A tight virginal hole on his thick meat, no wonder he was now in heaven. Harry lowered himself more and eased into it, already a little shocked at what his arse was taking. It stung but its physicality also felt… exciting. He couldn’t stop watching Luke’s gasping face, his bullet-like nipples, his writhing arms and whitening knuckles. All his life, Harry Maguire had relished using his huge dick to give women (and now men) pleasure; who knew another part of his body could cause just as much?! `Oh baby,’ groaned Luke. `Oh fuck.’ `You know I’m yours,’ Harry panted fiercely. `You’re mine,’ the lad on the bed repeated desperately. `And you are mine,’ Harry insisted. `All yours, Harry…’ Harry used the strength of his legs and core to squat up and down gently, rubbing his tight entrance against the upper half of Luke’s tool, watching every gasp and groan and cry ripple over that handsome face. As he did, Luke’s hands were both moving to his crotch: one jerking his big rod and the other tickling his heavy bollocks from beneath. Harry pushed down more, feeling the sensation move deeper in him, pushing his G spot. OH GOD. He’d been fixated on the prospect of Luke’s orgasm, desperate to push him to ecstasy — but here came his own. Eyes wide open, he stared at his juices spurt up Luke’s beautiful smooth torso and splash his neck and chin. It pooled between his pecs and trickled into his naval. Harry groaned and tried not to give in to the sudden lethargy of satisfaction; he grasped Luke’s sides and pulled his arse up and down as actively as the uncomfortable position allowed, and then… Luke was crying out wordless passion that finally turned into, `FUCK YES… ohhhh… baby…’ They lay tangled up for precious minute after minute, but they both knew it had to end. It was Harry, grimly responsible, who broke the cuddle and went downstairs to gather their clothes. Luke lay alone, staring at the ceiling, much of his body feeling sticky with either cum or champagne. He rolled onto his side then sat up and watched through the half-open door as Maguire came bounding back up the stairs, puppy dog excitement and total relaxation in his presence. Luke loved the way his long soft prick swung between his legs as he bounced. His moment of observant enjoyment was disturbed as his heap of clothes were tossed into his face and arms. `Thanks,’ he chuckled, `real classy.’ He pulled off the bed and the two men dressed quietly. What needed saying? Luke dragged the tight jeans onto his legs and ended up with his tshirt back to front beneath his jumper. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands and face, looked up to see Harry had followed and stopped dressing at boxers and vest; he wasn’t complaining, it was quite the view. `You sure you’re okay down there?’ Luke asked the mirror. `I told you,’ Harry said, with an unconvincing grin on top of his pained wince, `all cool.’ `You’re allowed to admit it hurt,’ Shaw said with a little grin. `You’re only human, captain fantastic.’ `I’ll take any pain for you.’ Harry was up behind him again, arms around his waist, kisses nuzzles his neck. `I’ll do anything for you. I’ve told you that before and I’ll tell you again.’ His hands turned Luke round and, for all the role reversal they had attempted in bed, he was utterly content to melt into that hold and reach up for the benevolent kisses of his god. But night would soon be turning to morning. `I really have to go,’ he told him sadly. `I’m probably already in trouble. And… we both need sleep. It’s been a pretty heavy night.’ He traced the line of Harry’s vest with his fingers, rubbing the stray dark hairs that littered is pecs. `But this is a night we’ll never forget. Right?’ `My arsehole is gonna name his memoirs after it.’ `Lovely. Like I said… such an old romantic.’ `Now get moving before I need to fuck you, Luke Shaw. Please.’ Downstairs, they cuddled in the corridor and Luke stopped himself for reaching down for a good grab of the big grey package; if he grabbed that flaccid dick now there would be a fresh stirring and it would be back upstairs. Instead he gently reached around to pat and squeeze the tight muscled backside that he’d deflowered, careful not to be too rough. He saw the little embarrassed wince on Harry’s face and kissed his lips. `We can’t keep doing this in lockdown,’ he said. Well, somebody had to point it out. `I know, I know. But now we’ve… enjoyed each other properly, well… I can wait.’ `Can you? I’m not sure I can.’ Luke giggled. `But yeh… we gotta be strong. And maybe keep off video chat too, huh? Hmm, too soon to joke about it?’ `Get your arse moving, sexy.’ Luke did as he was told, enjoying knowing that Harry’s eyes would immediately drop to the tight-fitting rear of his jeans as he walked down the hallway and opened the door. They didn’t risk a kiss in the doorway, even at this ungodly hour, just a gentle caress of their fingertips. Luke stared at this big enigmatic figure and told himself once again that all the complications were irrelevant; there was a special connection between them that seemed to exist apart from all the other nonsense in their lives, from their football to the current crisis. `We’ll be okay, won’t we?’ he asked quietly. `You and I?’ Harry nodded confidently. `There is no you and I,’ he said. `Just an “us”.’ Luke sniggered to cover the emotional lurch in his stomach. `You’re getting soppy, Hazza.’ `I wonder who did that to me?’ his captain asked with a half-smile. `Goodbye for now.’ Luke didn’t say any more, because he felt he’d already spoiled the moment somehow. He backed out of the door and let it fall slowly shut behind him, and walked down the driveway towards his car. Halfway he paused and looked back at the house; the door was still ajar and Harry’s face was just visible in the gap, smiling down the dark strip of concrete at him. Luke returned the smile and took a mental snapshot: he never wanted to forget this moment for as long as he lived. *90th EPISODE! LUKE AND HARRY HAVE COME A LONG WAY… LET ME KNOW YOUR FAVOURITE MOMENTS, STORIES, PAIRINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE 10 EPISODES UP TO 100?!*

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