Liam

by Candice Blake

  “Please, let me do it,” he said.

  I sighed. “Alright, but you have to stop if I say it hurts too much.”

  “Of course,” he said. “I’d never want to cause you pain. I just want to make you feel good.”

  Shawn spat on his hand and rubbed his spit between his thumb and middle finger. He lowered his hand to my ass and I could feel the tip of his finger on my hole.

  “Your ass is so thick and beautiful,” he said. “I could play with it for hours.”

  “It’s going to be difficult when we return to the dorm,” I said. “We’ll never get a chance to do this since we share a room with Damon.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” he said. “We can wait until everyone falls asleep and go to the showers. Or just wait until the end of practice and go into the locker rooms.”

  “It’s going to be risky in a public place like that.”

  “I think it’d be fun. The chance of someone catching us is kind of exciting, but of course, we can’t actually get caught.”

  I nodded.

  Shawn rubbed my hole with his finger, and slowly eased his way in.

  “Goddamn, it’s the tightest hole ever. Your ass is cutting the circulation off in my finger.”

  I moaned and smiled. “You’re exaggerating.”

  “I’m not,” I said. “You can try it.”

  Shawn grabbed my wrist and put it on my ass. He spread me open and made me put my own finger on my hole. I pushed my finger inside myself for the first time.

  “You see what I mean?” Shawn asked.

  Shawn got on his knees again and started licking my hole again with my finger still inside my ass. I thrust my finger deeper inside myself and felt my cock twitch.

  I was exploring parts of my body I’d never dared to even touch before, and Shawn was showing me just how pleasurable it could me.

  “I might come again if I keep fingering myself like this,” I said.

  “Please do,” Shawn said. “I want to see you come again. It was so explosive the first time.”

  I jerked my cock which ached a bit since I’d come so recently. Shawn got off his knees, and he put both his hands on my wrists, instructing me to put them against the tile. He started stroking my cock and fingered me as he kissed the back of my neck. Water ran down my back and I closed my eyes, basking in all the sensations I was feeling. I felt this full feeling inside me with Shawn’s finger in my hole. The grip he had on my cock was tight, and his finger inside my ass felt much thicker than my own finger.

  “It feels like you’re fucking me,” I said. “It kind of hurts.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” Shawn asked.

  I hesitated before I shook my head. Even though it hurt a bit, the closeness I felt with Shawn eclipsed the discomfort.

  “Come for me, Liam,” he said.

  I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue. I loved feeling his breath on my neck and he kissed me softly there.

  I felt my muscles contract and relax, and knew I was really close to coming.

  “I’m going to come,” I said.

  I felt the entire length of Shawn’s finger thrust in my hole, touching a spot inside that sent warm tingles all throughout my body. I moaned at the incredible sensation. The sound that came out of my mouth was a mix of shock and pleasure.

  Come shot out of my cock all over the tiles.

  “I can feel your hole spasming against my finger. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

  My knees started getting weaker and I felt lightheaded. Shawn pulled his finger out to steady my body, He turned me around to face him.

  “Don’t pass out on me,” he said.

  “That was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had,” I said.

  “Wait until I put my cock in there one day.”

  I leaned in to kiss him. Shawn stroked himself as we kissed, and I felt his warmth shoot against my abs.

  We stood under the shower to wash off all the come. Shawn pumped some soap in his hands and spread it all over my body, covering every inch, including my ass. It felt nice to have Shawn wash me like that. I didn’t know he could be so gentle.

  As I rinsed off all the soap, Shawn scrubbed himself and I admired his strong, hard body. I’d always stolen glances in the locker room, and I was glad in that moment I could look at him without hiding it. I loved his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his back, his thick powerful legs.

  When we finished, Shawn got out of the shower and toweled me dry.

  “Alright, it’s definitely time to sleep now,” Shawn said.

  We went back upstairs, bringing our duffel bags from the main floor into Shawn’s bedroom. He locked the door again and we climbed into the bed nude.

  Shawn pulled me close to him under the covers, and his body was like a warm fireplace.

  “Goodnight,” I whispered.

  Shawn kissed my lips and smiled. “Night.”

  I woke up again with the sun directly in my eyes. There was a knock on the door.

  “Shawn? Liam?” I recognized Damon’s voice.

  Damon was trying to open the door but thank god we locked it.

  I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was almost noon.

  “Shit,” Shawn whispered, scrambling out of bed to put clothes on. I reached in my duffel bag and grabbed the first pair of sweatpants I could find. When we both had pants on, Shawn opened the door.

  “Did you guys sleep well?” Damon asked, squinting toward us.

  “Slept great,” Shawn said.

  “Yeah, best sleep I ever had,” I said. “How was yours?”

  “It was alright. I’ve been hanging out with your brother for the past couple of hours, wondering when the hell you guys were going to wake up.”

  “Sorry,” Shawn said. “We ended up staying up late... watching TV.”

  “Yeah, almost passed out on the couch,” I said.

  My heart was beating fast in my chest and I worried Damon knew what we’d actually done. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted to the sunlight.

  “Your mom cooked breakfast for us. Can we stay for another week?” Damon asked jokingly, knowing we had school. “It’s nice being here. Plus, your brother’s really cool.”

  Shawn smiled. “I’m glad you guys get along. I was thinking we could stay until Sunday night, and take the last train home. How does that sound to you, Liam?”

  “That sounds great,” I said.

  I smiled at the thought of spending more alone time with Shawn.

  16

  Shawn

  Present Day

  I made plans to head out of the city to visit my brother. I rarely got to see him because he lived so far away, and our busy schedules always seemed to conflict with each other. The drive out of the city was peaceful, and I traveled the same route as the one I took visiting my parents.

  I arrived and pulled up his driveway, parking behind his Corvette.

  I could hear his dogs barking in the house as I got out of the car. Westley opened the door to greet me.

  “My bro,” he said with a smile.

  I walked up the steps and gave him a big hug. “It’s nice to see you. It’s feels like it’s been too long since I last saw you.”

  “I know, I know. I think it’s been a few months. I blame it on you for traveling so much. Every time I check your social media, it seems like you’re in a different city, but never here.”

  “It’s only going to get worse now that the season is starting up again,” I said. “At least I play for the team in my home city now, or else I’d be living somewhere else entirely.”

  His two border collies came up to greet me, and I got on one knee to pet both of them.

  “Come inside,” Westley said. “It’s a bit chilly.”

  I walked inside his wood cabin. It was a modest-sized house considering how he was making a surgeon’s salary. My brother preferred a more simple life. And as far I as I knew, he was still single.

  “Why are you still in your scrubs?” I asked. />
  “I’m on call today,” he said. “So, I wear them just in case I have to go into the hospital.”

  “I didn’t think the top surgeon in the country needed to be on call.”

  “Well, I choose to do it just in case they need me, and more often than not, they do.”

  We went into the kitchen, and Westley poured two cups of coffee. He handed the warm mug to me.

  “Thank you,” I said, looking into my brother’s green eyes. “You’re looking more and more like Dad as you get older.”

  “Really? I think that’s a good thing,” Westley said. “Dad gets more handsome the older he gets.”

  “I saw him a couple days ago actually when I went to the apple farm with Liam.”

  “Liam?” Westley asked, looking up at the ceiling as if he was trying to recall who Liam was. “Ah, Liam. I met him a long time ago one Thanksgiving when you were still in college. I always wondered what happened to him.”

  “I’m surprised you remember him,” I said.

  “He’s definitely a memorable guy. I remember how shy he was, and how his calm presence was nice to be around. I remembered Dad really liking him too. What were you doing at the apple farm with Liam, though?”

  “Well, he actually has a baby now, so we decided to take his son, Hayden, there to get out of the city for a day.”

  “Damn, does time fly by. In my head, I still picture him as an eighteen-year-old college student.”

  “He still looks young for his age. But he’s obviously a lot more mature now that he’s forty-five.”

  Westley slid open the back door, and a light fall breeze rolled into the house. We stepped outside onto his raised wooden patio that he and my dad had built together. It faced the lush green forest. The dogs came out to join us, walking down the wooden steps to sniff the nearby trees.

  Above the thick trees were large, rolling hills and it was the perfect time to see the fall foliage. The vibrant red, orange and green was refreshing to look at and was a complete contrast to the grey concrete of the city.

  “I should move out here,” I said. “It’s so peaceful.”

  “I need peace and quiet. My job is so chaotic and stressful that when I’m not working, I need to be in nature or else I’d go crazy, but I don’t think you’re suited for this life, if I’m being honest with you,” Westley said, taking a sip of coffee from his mug.

  “Why not?” I asked, furrowing my brows.

  “You’re too much of a city boy. You like the people, the energy, and hustle that can only be found downtown.”

  “You’re right about that,” I said. “But this is nice too. Maybe I can have both. A place out here and my penthouse suite, so I can get away sometimes and have privacy.”

  “Well, you know you’re welcome here any time.”

  “Thanks, brother.”

  I looked at my brother’s body, his scrubs accentuated his strong arms. I reached over and squeezed his biceps.

  “Have you been working out?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’ve been trying to go more often. I’ve noticed that my hands are steadier when I work out more, but I’m not sure if my shaky hands are a result of how much coffee I drink.”

  “I thought you’ve been working out because you want to attract a mate,” I said with a smile.

  My brother shook his head. “I don’t think I could ever be in a serious relationship. The older I get, the more I think that way.”

  “You’re only forty-seven,” I said. “You still have plenty of time. Someone would be happy to be with one of the top surgeons in the country.”

  Westley smiled. “You know how much I like being alone though. I’m not sure if I could have someone around all the time.”

  “You’ve always had that sort of black and white thinking,” I said. “You don’t have to have someone around all the time when you’re dating. You could live separately. You could date someone long distance. Actually, the long-distance thing is a bad idea. I’ve tried it before and was miserable.”

  “I know I have options,” he said. “But I don’t need anyone, and it’s hard for me to depend on other people. If I need someone to talk to, I call you. If I need someone to help me build something, I call Dad.”

  “What if one day one of us is not around anymore?”

  “Don’t say that,” he said. “I’d be so lost without you guys.”

  We sipped our coffee, watching the dogs run through the forest, sniffing the ground.

  “How’s Liam doing?” Westley asked.

  “He’s great. He’s running a successful company with Damon actually. They work really well together.”

  “I remember Damon too. He seemed driven at the time, and I’m not surprised by his success.”

  “Yeah, I’m glad they remained friends.”

  “Do you wish you had kept in touch with them over the years?” Westley asked.

  “I’ve been wondering about that a lot recently. Maybe it’s because I turned forty-five recently and I’ve started to wonder who my real friends are. I’ve been thinking about who really has my back. Sometimes, I don’t know what people’s intentions are when they want to be my friend. Especially with the people I date. I always feel like they’re not fully transparent with why they want to be with me.”

  “That’s tough,” Westley said.

  “When I think back to a time when people liked me for me, I always go back to the days before I started playing for the NBA. I always think back of my first year of college, and how nice my friendship with Liam and Damon was. When I was really lonely one night in my condo, I decided to hit Damon up and see if he wanted tickets to the game. I was really surprised when Liam showed up with him.”

  “Why didn’t you give the tickets to Liam? I thought you were closer to Liam than you were to Damon.”

  “We were when we were eighteen,” I said. “Liam and I were so fucking close, I considered him my brother at one point. But we had a really big falling out, and hadn’t spoken in years.”

  “How does it feel to be talking to an old best friend that you haven’t seen in decades?”

  “My heart always feels a bit heavy whenever I see him. I always feel like I have to make up for the lost time. I talk so much more than I usually do when I’m around him like I have to impress him. To show him how much I’ve grown. I’ve never really felt like I had anything to prove to anyone.”

  “You and Liam are just friends, correct?”

  I gulped and nodded, wondering if I’d said too much to my brother. “Of course, we’re just friends.”

  Westley didn’t know just how deep my connection to Liam was. He didn’t know we’d kissed and done other things too.

  “I’m only asking because it sounds odd to me that you’re so invested in this friendship now that so much time has passed,” Westley said. “I’m not saying you like him, although if you did, you know you could tell me, right?”

  I laughed to hide my discomfort. “Westley, you know I’m into women.”

  “I know. How accepting would it be to come out on the NBA though?”

  “Not accepting at all,” I said. “First you’d have to deal with your teammates thinking you’re different... then, you’d have to deal with the media. It’d be awful, which is the reason no professional basketball player has ever come out before.”

  “What a shame. To have to be in hiding like that when you’re so good at what you do. To have people judge you for your personal life.”

  I had a feeling Westley knew I wanted to tell him something that I didn’t have the courage for yet. Westley was the closest person to me in this world, and I so badly wanted to tell him about the sexual experience I’d had with Liam when we were eighteen. But I didn’t know how to bring it up to my brother, and I didn’t want it to affect the relationship I had with him.

  For the first time in a while, I was scared.

  My only sexual experience with a man was with Liam, and I wondered if it was the same for Liam too. He was married to a woman before
so I knew he wasn’t completely gay. The whole thing was confusing to me.

  We finished our coffees, and Westley checked his hospital pager.

  “You want to hop in the hot tub with me?” he asked. “It’s been a while since I’ve used it, and it’ll be nice on a fall day like today when there’s a slight breeze.”

  “Yeah,” I said. I need to relax. I have a game in a couple of days, so I’ll be on the court all day tomorrow.”

  We walked down the steps to the hot tub. Westley turned it on, took off his scrubs and briefs, then got into the hot tub, cupping his cock and balls with one hand. I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them on the wooden bench next to it, climbing into the hot tub as well. As brothers, we were comfortable being naked in front of each other and it was freeing to be completely naked, surrounded by nature.

  “You’re really living the life,” I said, tilting my head back to look up at the clouds.

  “It’s not a bad life, that’s for sure. I just wish my job wasn’t so stressful so I could completely enjoy it.”

  With my eyes closed, all I could think about was Liam. It had to do with the fact that we were talking about him. I thought about kissing him for the very first time when we were eighteen, and how nervous we both were. I thought about how I longed to touch him again, to taste his lips once more.

  Just one more time was all I needed. At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

  I didn’t want to make a move when we went to the apple farm the other day, because I didn’t know how he’d respond.

  With the hot tub jets massaging my whole body, I started getting hard. I opened my eyes to make sure Westley couldn’t see my throbbing hard-on. The bubbles in the hot tub hid the lower half of my body, and Westley wasn’t paying attention to me anyway. I didn’t know how I was going to get out of the hot tub while being so turned on.

  My brother and I shared a room together in high school, so I had jerked off with him in the room many times before when he was sleeping. Though, it felt different to be doing that now because we were older. But as I thought about Liam, I so badly wanted to rub one out in the hot tub, just so I could ease some of the tension I was feeling. I was burning for Liam, and I hoped after all these years that I’d still be the only one who got to have his ass. I hoped he was still a virgin in that sense.