The Footballer's Secret
ContemporarySteamyThird-Person POVStarGay for youMxMSports
Callum Harris is famous on and off the pitch. His club stays near the top of the table season after season. He’s wealthy beyond a normal person’s wildest dreams. He’s got a beautiful house in Alexandria that’s a short drive to the training centre his football club owns. He’s the apple of his family’s eye, with an older sister who dotes on him and a baby brother who looks up to him. He’s even got a best mate, Isaac Martin, that he spends all of his very limited free time with. The only problem is that he’s keeping a massive secret from his club, his friends, his family, and even Isaac. Especially Isaac.
Callum is in love with Isaac.
He plays in the Premier League, though, so he has to keep it a secret. There’s no such thing as an openly gay player at their level. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep playing the sport he loves. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep playing for one of the best clubs in the league. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep his family’s approval. It’s got to stay secret if he wants to keep his best mate…
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Chapter: Chapter 15“Hang on, give us—we need a tick,” Callum manages, standing up as well so he can cough properly and clear his throat. Isaac glances up from where he’s leaning against the wall, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and sheer confusion at this revelation. He gestures vaguely toward the kitchen. Callum nods before he follows Isaac into the other room. He feels a bit dizzy, actually, because when did his own brother get a boyfriend?“Bruv, you never told me he was gay!” Isaac hisses. Callum just makes a vague gesture back toward the dining room. “I didn’t know until just now myself!” he whisper-yells back. What the fuck? “Oh my god, no wonder Tad smashed his laptop,” he mutters. He scrubs a hand over his face, muffling a final cough before his throat is finally okay and only a little on fire from swallowing water incorrectly. “... Shit, why’d he say it like I was supposed to know?” he asks. Was he supposed to know? Is his gaydar that shit? “You can be a little spacey, but I don’t th
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Chapter: Chapter 14Gerran’s head jerks up in surprise. His blue-green eyes go wide in shock before he shakes his head vehemently. “N-No! I wasn’t—he didn’t break it on purpose! And there wasn’t anything bad for him to see!” he insists, his voice cracking off into silence near the end. Callum lets him yank his hand away. He leans back in his chair so he can observe his baby brother for a moment. “Did he find out you were writing essays for people? He’d probably think that was bad. Isaac and I don’t give a shit about it, though. It’s not your fault you’re all brilliant and others are too stupid to write their own papers,” Callum says. He watches Gerran sink lower into the chair. His shoulders bunch up around his ears. His face is bright red. Isaac leans forward in his chair all of a sudden. “Mate, if he found weird stuff in your search history, it’s fine. Happens to all growing boys at least once, I reckon,” he offers. Callum snorts before he swats at him. “Isaac, you’re not helping,” he says, rolling
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Chapter: Chapter 13Only almost, of course, because Isaac’s probably the least subtle person Callum knows. He thinks about that for a moment. Second least subtle person, he amends, because Matthijs is Dutch and wouldn’t know subtlety if it hit him in the face. Isaac glances at Callum.His head tips a little toward Gerran. Think I can get anything from him?Callum frowns, then gives his head a little shake. Leave it be, lad. He’s still a bit shaken up.Isaac’s lips purse into a slight frown. Yeah, no, fair, but shouldn’t I try anyhow?Callum’s eyes flick over to Gerran. … Go ahead, try. “Gerran,” Isaac starts, getting the teen’s attention. Gerran looks up from his curry. The bruise looks sickening under the soft light of the dining room. There isn’t enough gentle lighting in the world to make something like that look less ugly, Callum thinks, shivering a bit. Gerran’s blue-green eyes narrow in slight suspicion when he makes eye contact with Isaac. “... Your mum and dad know you’re out here?” he asks.No
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Chapter: Chapter 12“No idea.” Callum wishes he did know, he thinks, pulling his phone away when he hears the muted ding of a text coming through. “Hang on.” He switches to his messages. Gerran: Do you think we could get curry from the place we did last time I was here? Please?Callum grins a bit before he types a response. Callum: yeah, no, sure we can. d’ya want yours spicy or not?Gerran: Spicy, please. Callum: sound. i’ll yell if it gets here before you’re done in the shower. Gerran: Thank you, brawd fawr. Callum: don’t mention it, mate. it’s nothing!Callum moves back to the call before he holds his phone between his shoulder and ear again. “Hang on. I need to place an order for some curry. Reckon if you’re really bored at Dusk without me, you could come over and have some. Maybe help me figure this whole mess out?” He grins when he hears Isaac barrel his way back through the club. “Oi! I’m heading out early, yeah? You twats keep an eye on yourselves. Don’t cause any property damage! Mrs. Les
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Chapter: Chapter 11It makes no sense. Gerran’s 17. He’s still got a curfew. Mam and Tad don’t let him work so he can focus on the online courses he’s taking for his A-levels. How the hell did he get the money for the train ticket? Callum frowns before he switches out of his messages and over to his search engine of choice. Train ticket from Cardiff, Wales to Alexandria, EnglandHe stares at his screen while options pop up. The cheapest one he sees now would have been £100, just like he thought, and it would have taken four hours. Where the hell did Gerran get £100 from? How the hell did he manage to slip away from Mam and Tad without them noticing? They’re overprotective as hell. He leaves the search engine and returns to his messages. Still nothing from his family. Just an unread text from Isaac. His heart flutters a bit at that. He taps it. Isaac: everything alright bruv? you were all quiet on the ride back to the training centre. clubbing ain’t as fun without you.There’s a picture, too, Isaac pou
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Chapter: Chapter 10“Oh—well, bring the poor thing in, he’s practically wasted away to nothing!” Callum watches Maureen switch into full mother hen mode on a dime, glass and a half of wine be damned. He’s certain that if Gerran wasn’t still cradled to his chest, she’d be trying to fuss over him more physically. “Ah, might be better if I bring him over to mine, actually.” Callum glances back into the foyer, thinking about his duffel with a change of clothes and another bottle of wine stashed inside, just in case. “Hang on, Gerran. Let me grab my bag. We can go back over to mine, and we can…” He looks down at his baby brother. The one that’s trying so hard not to tremble against his chest. The one that’s just barely 17. “Did you come here all the way from Cardiff?” His voice is quiet now, careful, green eyes narrowing a little. Gerran nods. “Mhm. I… I took a train.” Callum does the mental math. Probably close to a four-hour train ride, and probably £100 or so for the ticket, and probably— Gerran’s stoma
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