Page 56 of Playing to Win

“Aye, right. Very funny.” Colin reached for his fly.

Andrew sat up and took a calculated gamble. “Unzip that and this debate is a draw. Which means I don’t campaign with you in Drumchapel.”

Colin groaned and swiped his hands over his face. “God, you’re the worst.”

“I don’t mind starting without you.” Andrew lay back, putting one hand behind his head and using the other to stroke his own rigid cock. “You can comfort yourself with the rightness of your arguments. That’s what matters, isn’t it? Winning?”

Colin grunted, hands folding and unfolding at his sides. “Ask another question.”

Andrew chose an easy one. “Won’t an independent Scotland lose our beloved National Health Service?”

“Och.” Colin turned away, gritting his teeth. “You know—” He started to pace, bristling with pent-up energy. “Scotland has always had its own NHS. So have England, Wales, and Northern Ireland.”

“Oh, right,” Andrew said breathily. “I forgot.” He licked his finger, lifted his knees, and began probing himself, giving an exaggerated moan of ecstasy.

“Fucking hell.”

“I never said you couldn’t touch me.”

Colin was atop him again in an instant, hands spreading his thighs, mouth devouring his cock. “Ask another question,” he said, tonguing the head with rapid strokes.

“Border guards!” Andrew cried out. “We’ll need passports just to nip off to England for the day.” He writhed with a pleasure quadrupled by Colin’s frustration. “Think of the costs, the hassles to shoppers. And what about people who work on one side and live—”

“Schengen Agreement.” Colin drew Andrew’s foreskin up, then tugged it with his lips. “No guarded land borders within the European Union.” He tugged again, this time with his teeth. Andrew’s eyes rolled up in ecstasy, his delirium for a moment swamping rational thought.

Then he put a hand in Colin’s hair and tilted his face up. “The UK didn’t sign the Schengen Agreement.”

Colin stared at him, pupils dilated with desire. His tongue flicked over his lips as he thought. Then he smiled. “We’ve got an unguarded land border—between Northern Ireland and the Republic, no less. It’d be the same between England and Scotland, unless the English want to build a very expensive wall to keep us out.”

Andrew’s smile widened. “Oh. I guess you win that one too.”

Colin gave a frustrated groan and flipped him over. Then his mouth was on Andrew’s arse, his tongue twirling, stroking, and diving.

Andrew whimpered at the warm, wet exploration sending ripples of pleasure to his every cell. “Losing feels so good. I should do it more often.”

Colin began using his finger. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

“Not as much as you want it.” That might have been a lie, but out of the two of them, only one was riding wave after wave of ecstasy. “Okay, bonus round. You can fuck me if you sing ‘Rule Britannia.’” When Colin stopped dead, Andrew looked over his shoulder at him. “Just one verse.”

“I willnae,” Colin growled.

“I’ll sing ‘Flower of Scotland’ at the same time if you like.”

“No.” Colin sat back on his heels. “I’d rather come in my pants than sing a hymn of oppression.”

Andrew wanted to laugh. Instead he turned and got up onto his knees. “That can be arranged.” He palmed the bulge in Colin’s trousers and began to stroke.

Colin caressed Andrew’s cock in return. “I cannae believe we’re doing this.”

“Seems such a waste of privacy, doesn’t it?” He slipped his hand inside Colin’s trousers, reaching down, beneath the soft cotton briefs, until he felt the warm, velvet-sheathed hardness he was seeking. “I could do this to you in an alleyway, or at the cinema, or behind the fountain at my parents’ reeling party.”

“Shut up.” Colin kissed him hard. They stroked each other faster and faster, and then their hands stilled and their hips took over. They thrust together, fucking each other’s fists, mouths still melded in a bruising kiss. It was graceless and haphazard, and Andrew had never been so turned on.

“I’m gonnae come. You—” Colin’s grip tightened, and his mouth moved to Andrew’s neck.

Andrew felt it too, the pressure building within him, spiraling up. “Yes! God, yes!”

In the next moment, their cries were swamped by the crash of shattered glass.

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