Page 55 of Playing to Win

“It should.” But right now, the only thing Andrew feared was the sight of those pale-green eyes turning away. They could regard Andrew with loathing, as long as they regarded him.

His heart fluttering like a wounded bird, Andrew said, “Your turn to question me.”

“Right. The No campaign has been phoning people like my gran and telling them that in an independent Scotland, they would lose their pensions.” He gripped Andrew’s heels hard. “Isn’t this a fucking lie?”

Andrew glanced down at his own body, which was completely naked but for his black silk briefs.

“I’ll count your bracelet as an article of clothing,” Colin said. “Now answer me.”

Andrew’s cock twitched at Colin’s demanding tone. “Yes, it’s a lie, more or less. There are, however, scenarios with private pensions—”

“Take off the bracelet.”

“Right.” Before Andrew could even undo the clasp, Colin moved on to the next topic:

“The Trident nuclear program.”

Oh dear.Andrew handed him the bracelet. “If you could set that on the—”

“No.” Colin tossed the bracelet over his shoulder. Its impact against the wall made Andrew flinch. “The nuclear submarines cost Scotland half a million pounds a day. The Cold War is over, so they’re totally pointless. Nukes won’t stop terrorists. Yet here they sit on the River Clyde, wasting money and endangering Scottish lives.”

“And providing civilian jobs.”

“Five hundred and twenty. With the money saved from scrapping Trident, we could pay those folk half a million pounds each to give manicures to the Loch Ness monster—and still have enough left for free prescriptions.” He reached for the waistband of Andrew’s briefs. “And that’s me winning this debate. You’ll be joining us to canvass in Drumchapel on the seventh of September.”

“Wait.” Andrew put his hand over Colin’s. He wasn’t ready for this to end, not by a long shot. “Without nuclear weapons, Scotland won’t be admitted into NATO.”

Colin stared at him in shock. “Only three out of twenty-eight NATO countries have nukes. I’m insulted you tried that one.” He gave the waistband a light tug. “September seventh in the Drum?”

Andrew knew he’d lost, but he’d thought of another way to get the best of Colin. “Take them,” he said, tilting up his hips.

Colin dragged down Andrew’s briefs with a tantalizing slowness. Then he crawled up over him, framing Andrew with his hands and knees. “Say it. Say I win.”

“I win.” When Colin grabbed his waist, Andrew laughed. “Sorry, you win. You win.” He slid his arms around Colin’s neck. “Shall I have a kiss as a consolation prize?”

“You can have a lot more than that.” Colin crushed his mouth to Andrew’s. As they kissed and groped, writhing together, Andrew gloried in the feel of being completely naked with Colin still half dressed. It made him feel vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

Colin shifted to kiss his neck, and Andrew lifted his hips to slide his cock against Colin’s bare stomach, feeling the vibrations of every breathy moan.

Colin reached down, then pulled Andrew’s right thigh up, higher and higher. Andrew reveled in the burn of the stretch, imagining his ankles hooked behind Colin’s neck as they fucked.

“That’s amazing,” Colin whispered at the sight of Andrew’s foot nearly reaching his head. Then he moved his mouth behind Andrew’s knee and began his journey down—and up—Andrew’s inner thigh, until his nose, then his lips, brushed Andrew’s balls.

He drew one into his mouth, carefully, yet so thoroughly, Andrew came close to screaming. But he stayed quiet, clutching at the duvet as Colin’s tongue worked its way over every inch.

Colin soon released him, pulling back to stand between Andrew’s feet again. He started unfastening his trousers with quavering fingers.

Andrew caught his breath enough to speak. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Colin froze, his belt unbuckled. “Erm…undressing?”

“You’ve not earned the right to do that. Not until you lose another point.”

The look on Colin’s face was priceless.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“Another three points, actually,” Andrew added, “as you’re still wearing both shoes. I’ll be kind and not count the belt as a separate item of clothing.”

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