Dalliance (j.r./n.j.) *DISCONTINUED*

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*Chloe's POV*

I was glad to see the boys getting along and I smiled leaning back after dinner at the table, "do you want anymore lucero?" I looked at Antonella and shook my head, "no thank you." I smiled and she smiled back.

Sergio and Gerard were getting along well, not surprising.

Toni, Isco, and Rafinha were talking and joking around.

Cristiano, Messi, Gareth, and Neymar were just communicating a little.

Then James and Marc were getting along, laughing.

(Let's just pretend that Marc is still on Barcelona.)

I put my hand in James' thigh and glanced at me smiling. I smiled back and Marc began talking to him again explaining what happened to him the time- god knows what.

I put my hand a little higher and he put his hand on mine.

This time, I put my hand on his zipper and he looked at me with his face a little red mouthing, "later." to me.

I smiled innocently and put my hand in his pants rubbing his bulge.

He bit his lip while listening to Marc and bit back from moaning.

"Are you okay James?" He nodded, "I-I'm fine." He smiled slightly, "okay." Marc smiled back weirdly and got back to eating.

I put my hand in his boxers and started pumping his shaft slowly. "Amor, not now." He looked at me biting his lip still.

He pulled my hand out and looked at me, knowing he would get me back when we get home.

He stood up and announced, "we will be leaving, Chloe said she doesn't feel too well right now." Everyone nodded and we both headed out the door and James completely lied to their faces.

He pulled me out of the house and drove home, continuing on what had happened at the dinner when we had gotten home.