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Almost the whole team were gathered for dinner, everyone except for Antony, who was late.

"Why is he late?" Lisandro thought to himself. He had to recheck his messages to see if he had texted Antony the right address. He had, still, Antony was late.

It was unlike him and Lisandro hated it, because it made him wonder, "Is he with someone else?"

"Sorry I'm late!"

Lisandro sighed in relief seeing Antony stumble into the obscure section of the restaurant where the team had their table. He wore a leather jacket, black pants and white shoes. All Gucci.

"You're late." Lisandro whispered before pulling Antony a chair to sit next to him.

"Sorry about that, I had some stuff to set up at the house?"

"What stuff?"

"Don't worry about it." He said, taking a seat and acknowleding his temates.

Lisandro frowned "What do you mean don't worry about it?" Obviously this would make him worry about it more.

"You'll see when we get home." Antony said, patting Lisandro's thigh. He let his hand remin there.

Lisandro sat back, still wondering why Antony didn't want to tell him exactly why he arrived late. To be honest he was just glad that Antony was with him now and not with someone else.

The night went on with the team going for a round of drinks before being served what Scott McTominay refered to as, the best Haggis in town.

"What's a Haggis?" Bruno Fernades said. He was looking down on his plate frowning. So did the other non British players, including Lisandro and Antony.

"It's like a mince pie shoved into a sheeps stomach." Scott said.

"A what, shoved into a what?" Players like Bruno pushed their plates in front of them, refusing to eat. Other players like Harry Maguire started digging in like it was a regular Sunday dinner.

"Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." Antony said, shoving his plate aside.

"Did you taste it?" Lisandro asked.

"No, but the smell of it..."

"Say no more." Lisandro grimace. He hated mince pie. To think of it stuffed into a sheeps stomach made him question British cuisine entirely. Thank god for Alcohol, Lisandro thought. Scott was paying for everyone drinks, in that way keeping all of them happy. Welp, everyone except for Antony.

"I'm bored." He sighed. "Let's get out of here."

"Can't" Lisandro shrugged.

"Why not?" Antony hand squeezed Lisandro's thigh.

"I promised to give Fred a ride home." Lisandro removed Antony's hand from his thigh. He was unfaced by Antonys attempt to force a reaction out of him. Antony however, remained steadfast, leaning in to whisper in Lisandro's ear. "You sure? I got somthing for us at home."

Lisandro looked ahead of him but raised a curious brow.

"Come on Licha, don't you want me to show you what I got?"

"Later." Lisandro muttered, once again forced to remove Antony's eager hand from his thigh as it krept closer to his already stiff erection.

He sat back in frustration. "Why are you no fun Licha?"

Lisandro would rember these words for when they got home, which were around midnight after dropping off Fred at his house.

"Almost there."

Antony insistead on covering Lisandro's eyes with his hands as he lead him through the house.

"Don't tell me you bought another stupid gear like that disco pooltable?"

"Actually I did, but I have a feeling your going to like this one."

"I doubt that." Lisandro snorted. Just then Antony made him stumble over the threshold leading out to the patio.

"Watch it." He hissed.

"Sorry." Antony cringed. "Either way you can look now."

They stood outside on the patio. Lisandro batted his eyes adjusting to the dark night. He shook his head. "What exactly am I looking at?"

"Ta da!" Antony stood posing In front of a giant black box.

"A box?" Lisandro frowned. "You bought us a giant black box.

"No Licha." Antony's hands searched for somthing on tge top, a button. Pressing down on it the flap folded open, reavilng a well of blue light.

A smile twitched the corner Lisandro's lips as the blue collar painted the walls around them.

"It's a Jacuzzi." Antony said.

"I can see that."

"Not to bad ey?" Antony grinned, seeing Lisandro didn't yell at him for buying another stupid gear. "I've been busy all day setting it up. That's why I was late for dinner tonight."

Lisandro nodded his head understandingly. "Let's not waste anymore time then."

"Oh."

Antony stumbled back against the jacuzzi as Lisandro stepped forwards, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling his face against his own.

Antony tilted his head back, making Lisandro latch on to his neck, serenading it with wet kisses. "So does this mean I get to buy whatever I want without you questioning my decisions?"

"Shut up." Lisandro huffed, his hands moving on to strip Antony of his jacket. His shirt was next, Lisandro peeling it up and over Antony's head.

"Get in the pool." He commanded.

"With my pants on?" Antony frowned.

"Do as I say. This one is for me not you" Lisandro remembered Antony's teasing at dinner. He would learn not to do that again.

"So...are you getting in with me or what?" Antony stood with water up to his waist, not knowing Lisandro's further intentions.

"Sit down." Lisandro said, watching him spitefully. Antony did what was told and got neck deep with water as he brought himself to his knees.

"Don't take your eyes off me." Lisandro wanted Antony to watch what he had done to him, the suffering Antony had caused him. He began by kicking off his shoes. Then he peeled of his jacket and shirt. He let his hands linger on his belt, making sure to lock eyes with Antony as he revealed his rock hard erection.

"Look what you've done to me." He grunted. "I wanted to fuck your brains out right there at the dinner table."

"Why didn't you?" Antony smiled.

"Cuz you're going to fuck me now with your mouth."

Lisandro stripped himself of his pants and climbed into the jacuzzi. The water was steaming hot, however the sensation was soothing against his skin. He placed himself in front of Antony who remained on his knees.

"Fuck me." He commanded and so Antony took him in, his tounge warm against the tip of his cock. Antony took him in deep, making Lisandro grunt with the sensation. His hand went to rest on Antony's head, pacing him as it got harder not to come.

"Fuck...Tony."

Antony slurred Lisandro's cock in his mouth, wetness dripping down from the side of his mouth. Lisandro had yet given him permission to use his hands, but once he did it was game over for Lisandro.

"Fuuuck."

He fell back with the release, creating small waves in the water. Antony moved to rest his head against Lisandro's chest as the two of them went on to listen to the sounds of the night. The stars in the sky made it a perfect night.