Again - Ethan Payne
Words: 459 Summary: While watching the world cup, Ethan’s girlfriend flashes him. Inspired by this video: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/JNnpSYnTrwc
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Ethan stiffened, his attention turning away from the tv to his thigh, where a hand now rested. He stared at it for a few seconds, trying to figure out what his girlfriend was playing at. She thought it funny how he wanted to watch all the world cup matches, even the ones where he didn’t care for either team, like the one currently happening, but had seemed alright with having the house filled with sounds of a game being played at just too loud of volume and his shouting and yelling as either team made a shit move.
When it doesn’t move, just continues to rest there on his sweatpant covered thigh, he turns his attention back to the tv, scowling as he witnesses the goal keeper miss an easy save.
They continue like that, him muttering at tv, conscious of his volume with his girlfriend sitting right next to him, for a good while, until the last half hour of the match starts, where she gets up. Her hand leaves him, making him feel cold and he snaps his head to the left to look at her.
“Bathroom.” She tells him, corners of her lips turned upwards at his confusion. He nods, “Hurry back.” He calls after her as she enters the hallway, delighting in the laugh he gets and with a grin he turns back to the match.
“Jesus christ.” He runs a hand over his face, a few minutes later. A red card having been issued. “This is like a bloody nightmare.” “Not going well.” “I mean it’s going fine,” He starts, turning his head to look at her, only to stop mouth falling open, eyes wide. She lets out a laugh, hands falling back to her sides. “What happened?” He scoots forward, eyes glued to her. “Do it again?” “Do what? What’s going on with the game?” “What game? There’s no game?” He waves his hand towards the tv, interest building inside him. “Do it again.” He repeats. She laughs again, but obliges. Taking the bottom of her top in her hands and pulling it up until she’s showing him her tits. Her beautiful, amazing tits.
He lets out a groan when she drops it a few seconds later. “That’s just not fair, lass. First you put your hand on my thigh and then this,” he gestures to her. “I’m only human, love.” “Finishing watching, I’m going to make dinner.” She tells him before turning around and heading towards the kitchen. “What do you mean, make dinner? We can get takeout, deliveroos. From that one place you like.” “Not happening.” She tells him, amusement clear in her voice and he groans, resting back against the couch, eyes on the tv. “Cruel, she is. Absolutely cruel.”
