Brian‘s POV I‘m not sure how I managed to make this guy scream. I was still asking that myself when I put my lovely toy back into my pants again. That fuck had been everything but great. I haven‘t really been into it although his ass was relatively tight. But I couldn‘t drive so passionately into it like I usually did. My thoughts were always digressing. Perhaps it was just late already and I should better go to bed. Anyhow, tomorrow (or better today) was another long day. „Thanks, that was great.“ The guy was beaming at me. And I started to wonder if I‘m even good when I only fucked half-heartedly. Well, that was surely great for my ego. A lot of people said I had a big ego and I would be arrogant. But hey, as long as it got me whatever I wanted, why should I change a thing? „When can I see you again? We really have to repeat that!“ The guy clumsily grabbed my crotch, but I swatted his hand away. „Forget it! I already had you and believe me, it was nothing I or my cock would remember.“ I answered him coldly and turned away. „Asshole!“ I hear him yelling after me. But I‘m used to it and I can only grin about it. When I come out of the small room behind the reception, I see Justin slipping through the hotel entrance. I was very surprised about the relief that I suddenly felt. Thanks god, nothing happened to Blondie! But then I was mad with myself. Why did I even care? I had to say something nasty to him to remind myself that I couldn‘t stand him. Justin‘s POV The first I saw when I came back into the hotel, was Brian. Of course! Did I really expect anything else? He had that infamous „I had sex“ expression in his face. It made me remember the plan I had made with Peter. The guy had finally accepted my money and agreed to make a move on Brian. Just a few minutes before the press conference this afternoon he would turn on Brian really bad. And when Brian was nearly mad with lust, Peter would push him away. Brian wouldn‘t cope with that and mess up his perfect speech. He would make a fool of himself during that conference. The famous sports officials would laugh about him. He would get bad critics in the newspaper, and maybe there was a chance that they would kick him out of our team. This thought almost made me giddy with happiness. I still had to assist my chances a bit, in case Ted would forgive him or the let-down wouldn‘t be that bad as I hoped. „Hey kid, did your cutie leave yet? I guess you haven‘t been so good that he wanted to keep it up all night with you.“ Brian smiled smugly at me. And I felt rage running through my entire body again. What was that with this man? Nobody else could make me that angry. One stupid smile of him was enough to drive me up the wall. Nobody else had that affect on me before, not even my father. And I really had a reason to hate my father. I tried hard not to lose my temper. Sometimes I only wanted to beat the shit out of Brian. Unfortunately the man was so much taller than me and I was not so sure if it was a good idea to hit him. So I only killed him with my eyes before I went up to my room. I had at least to try to catch some sleep if I didn‘t want to fall asleep during our next soccer match. But all I could see was Brian. God, this man was even stalking me in my dreams! I really had to find a way to get him out of our team and out of my life! The friendship game started punctually at 2 pm. But it didn‘t start very well for our team. Michael, our goal keeper was starring dreamily at the good looking referee. So he missed the weak shot of an even weaker player from the local team. He only felt a gentle breeze passing his right ear. He only reacted to it when the spectators suddenly burst out laughing and even the referee couldn‘t stop grinning. My angry cry „You can sleep in your bed, but not on the field!“ made Michael turn his head around and then he saw the pretty kettle of fish. The Ball had missed his head only by inches (and he had not even noticed a thing) and was laying in the net now. „Michael is completely useless!“ I mumbled. Okay, I liked him somehow, but he was such a bad player. He really didn‘t fit in our team. Brian, who was Michael‘s best friend, didn‘t agree with me, of course. „Did you say something?“ He hissed at me. „Yes, Michael is the worst keeper we ever had. I guess he is only in our team because Ted is in love with him.“ „What? Ted is in love with Mikey? No way!“ Brian looked seriously ill at this thought. Could it be that he was jealous? And why did this idea suddenly make me so furious too? Something was definitely wrong here!