went to boarding school. We weren’t allowed wicked women at those. Just boys.” He winks at Ivo. “I think Ivo and I were the only ones who were happy about that arrangement.”
“Okay,” Dylan says, writing busily on the whiteboard. “You have your bingo cards. Cross things off as they happen. There are prizes.” He glares at Jude. “Not just Advocaat. Now, we all have to take a shot if someone uses a wind machine — the same for if someone makes a political statement or uses pyrotechnics. You also have your own countries for the scoring at the end. We individually have to down our own drink when our country gets nil points.”
Everyone looks at me and starts to laugh.
“Oh, brilliant,” I mutter. “How come I got Britain in Brexit year? I’ll be nil pointed by every fucking country in the competition.”
“Every year is Brexit year,” Dylan says solemnly. “We’ll still be trying to sort it out when people are driving around in flying cars.”
He taps his pen on the board in a very officious manner that makes me smile. “Two whole shots must be downed immediately if the lyrics to a song make no sense, or if Graham Norton insults someone.”
I sigh. “This is going to be a very long night.”
I come awake with a start. “Oh my God,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Where am I?” I pause, registering the darkness. “Oh fuck, I’ve gone blind. Dylan, where are you?”
I hear footsteps, and then light blinds me. “Shit,” I say, putting my hands up. “Thank God, I can see again.”
I lower my hands to see Dylan smirking at me. “Your wig was over your face,” he says, over-pronouncing his words the way he always does when he’s pissed. His eyes are slightly crossed.
“Thank you for saving me.” I smile up at him and catch him when he folds himself into my lap with his long legs hitched up comfortably.
“I will always save you,” he says, bumping his head softly against mine.
“My hero.” He snuggles into me and sighs happily. I cuddle him close. “Where is everyone?”
“Gone to bed,” he says through a massive yawn.
“When did I go to sleep?”
He starts to laugh and seemingly can’t stop. “Is that what they’re calling it now? Normally, we call it passing out.”
“Oh, fuck off,” I mutter. “I was England. Slaughter is the only way to describe that final scoring board. It was totally outrageous.”
“Yes, darling. Why don’t you write to the papers about it?” he says comfortably. He gives that wicked grin. “You passed out amongst a pile of bingo cards.”
“Great.”
“Look on the bright side. You won the Advocaat.”
“Oh, joy.” Silence falls as we sit snuggled together amid the detritus littering our lounge.
“I like doing things with you,” I finally say. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Because we all know who manages the fun in our family and it’s definitely you, my love.”
He grins and leans in to give me a lingering kiss. My cock stirs, which should be a physical impossibility with the headache that’s brewing in my temples. He winks when he feels it. “Let’s go to bed,” he says throatily. “Two of the countries in the contest are about to get very friendly.”
“That’s incredibly cheesy,” I observe and look him up and down. “Keep going, Bono, and I’ll up your score.”
“I do like a challenge,” he says happily, and getting up, he offers me his hand to pull me to my feet.
We wander up the stairs hand in hand, and I chuckle. “You can say that again, sweetheart.”
Jude and Asa
Green-Eyed Monsters
Jude
The plane lands with a grinding thud, and I sit forward in my seat, waiting for the seat belt sign to switch off so I can jump up. Finally, the ding sounds, and I immediately leap into action, opening the overhead locker and pulling out my bag.
I’ve packed lightly for this trip. Being a seasoned traveller, I always cram my stuff into my hand luggage which means I can get out of the airport quickly. Of course, on this trip, I’m banking on not needing many clothes anyway. I grin happily. I’m in Dublin, joining Asa for a long weekend, and I can’t wait to see him. He’s been away filming for three weeks which is a long time for us. Usually, he schedules most of his filming for during the holidays so Billy and I can join him. However, he’d had no choice with this one, as it’s some requested reshoots of scenes.
It’s the longest that we’ve