#frpf

Erling's hand brushes his elbow as they pile off the pitch and into the air conditioned locker rooms, so he dances his fingers across the alpha's lower back in response as he passes the other way and goes to collapse in his stall.

Declan is to his left, side-eyeing him like he knows exactly what's not being talked about.

"Hot in here, eh?" Declan murmurs, and Jude can see the AC buffering the loose material of the other omega's shorts.

"Yeah, just gotta get through the game," Jude replies, effectively shutting down the line of questioning he knows is coming.

He knows it's dangerous, knows the consequences if he gets caught.

But it's not like he has a choice, he can't pull out of the quarter final game because he's a day away from his heat.

England would never forgive him.