Work dragged like never before, because I wanted to see Miguel, talk to him, be knocked to the floor by him!

Finally it was Thursday, and I was determined to get his number, or find an excuse to meet up outside of club activities. But it was to no avail, I couldn’t figure out how to subtly get his number or ask him out anywhere.

Although none of that mattered because we got to practise together!

Oh, how I love the feel of him tackling me and grappling with me for the ball, plus then we chat for hours after in the pub.

By the end of the evening I was even more determined to spend time with him. I wanted to make him see me as a potential partner, not just a teammate.

For now, I’m going to just ignore that I don’t know if he is gay.

Then it was Sunday, and I was going to get his number!

It was wonderful and frustrating, Miguel and I swapped part way through the match, which sucked, I really enjoyed playing with him, but it did mean I got to watch him in action.

The way he moves, the force of his tackles, his focused glare, it was amazing to see, but I really wish I was on the receiving end of his powerful muscles.

I was rather glad it was a cold winter’s day, because I felt myself heating up watching Miguel in his tight shorts and form fitting shirt.

After we narrowly won, I got to the shower sooner than Miguel and stood nervously hoping he would use the shower next to me.

I looked over as I heard footsteps, and couldn’t help but smile as I saw the luscious tanned muscular body of Miguel next to me.

“Good game today, the way you took down number 8 and turned over the ball to get the 1st try was awesome.” I said while trying and failing to not stare.

“Oh man, the way you drove that maul forward for the 3rd try with Splurger and Cap was way more spectacular.” Said Miguel with a glint in his eyes.

On the other side of the shower, Paul yelled, “damn right, we were all awesome!”

The lads all cheered happily; while Miguel chuckled and smiled at me with that lovely soft smile, that I was beginning to hope was just for me.

Again we chatted in the pub, and his hand lingered on my thigh for most of the afternoon. I really wanted to ask what he meant by it, but I never got a chance. Honestly, because I didn’t get a chance, it wasn’t because I was too nervous of being rejected...

It was only on the train home I realised I still failed to get his number!

Then I had to wait till Thursday again.

All week I planned; I will ask him for a pint.

No, it would seem weird if I didn’t invite everyone else.

I could ask him to meet up to chat about house plans?

Nah that wouldn’t work, we talk about that in front of everyone in the pub, they would still want to come.

I could invite him to my house for dinner?

Way too forward and I’ve never invited anyone else round for dinner.

Argh! There has to be a way!

After coming up with and rejecting half a dozen plans, I was too excited to get to practice and got there too early, only Cap was in the club house.

Frustratingly I was changed by the time everyone else arrived and couldn’t think of an excuse to sit and watch Miguel change, that wasn’t massively creepy.

So I was out helping Cap set everything up while we waited for our teammates to dress.

“You OK Stiffy?” Asked Cap, “you seem a bit down.”

“All good, just...” I couldn’t say it, how could I say I was pining over one of our teammates? “It’s nothing, I’m all good.”

“Well if you ever need to talk, I’m here to listen.”

“Thanks Brad, same here if you ever need an ear, I’ve got two.”

Cap rubbed my back, he could tell something was off with me, but he didn’t push, oh Cap is a lovely man.

Just at that moment, the others came out and from half way down the stairs, VD said with mock horror, “Stiffy is cheating on Miguel! Oh no, is the honeymoon over already?”

Looking further up the stairs I could see Miguel’s lips pushed out in a little pout, and my heart instantly lightened, “no way I would cheat on my lovely Miguel, me and DD are just friends.”

Kevin slapped Miguel on his broad back and said, “you’ve got yourself a loyal wife there, make sure you treat him right.”

There was a surprising amount of seriousness to Larry’s tone as he said, “you had best treat our little Stiffy right, or you’ll have me to answer to.”

The others laughed at our slender fly half and agreed they would back him up in defending my honour.

Getting to the pitch Miguel put an arm around my shoulder and said, “I’ll always treat my little cutie just how he wants.”

Oh, I want him to treat me rough!

This time Cap didn’t let me be test dummy, and the others took it in turns to be tackled.

Then it was on to the practice match. Yes! Miguel and I were on opposite teams again.

Will caught a bounce ball from Larry’s kick, then passed it off to my waiting hands, moments later Miguel slammed me to the floor. Somehow I managed to roll over with his body pressing gloriously down on me, as Eric and Dave came over the top and passed the ball out to Paul.

Released from the others rucking above us, Miguel put his hand on my chest and pushed himself up. A small moan softly left my lips as half of his weight pushed wonderfully down on me, and his thumb caressed my left nipple.

Damn that felt good! I quickly schooled my features, I can’t let him know how good that felt.

The big man flashed a wolfish grin, then he was off after the ball again. Not even five minutes later he pushed up off me again, and again caressed my left nipple with his thumb.

Oh fuck! Don’t try and distract me with such sexy tactics, I’m going to get caught being a perv!

Cap called a scrum, and we all got in position when Burt said jokingly to Miguel, “can you do something about your wife, his one hard nipple is really distracting.”

I looked down and full-on blushed under the mud. My left nipple was like a little bullet under my skin-tight shirt.

Without missing a beat, Miguel strode over and caressed my right nipple with his thumb, right there in front of the entire stunned squad, “that better? Now he is even.”

“Err yeah thanks.” Mumbled Burt.

The men looked between the two of us, and returning to his place Miguel asked, “what? You all said I should take responsibility for my cute little Stiffy.”

Paul laughed heartedly and asked me, “you going to wear white for your groom?”

Bewildered I nodded, “if that’s what he wants.”

I gently touched my hard right nipple and muttered under my breath, “never had a man touch me on purpose like that before.”

Luckily for me, Cap yelled, “alright you lot, let’s get back to play!”

The rest of the match was a blur, I only had eyes for Miguel, I wanted to ask him what he meant by doing that?