by T. A. Chase
“You need to have other interests besides your job, Kase.” Garrett gave a little laugh. “One day at a time. The hardest part of any relationship is over for you. You’re friends. Now you build on that foundation. I like Fletcher. I think he respects your boundaries and the limitations basketball puts on you.”
“I hope so because it’s going to be rough when the media finds out.” He rubbed his neck. “Some of the guys on the team keep making comments about gays.”
“It’ll only get worse when the truth comes out. Are you prepared for that?”
Moving to stand and stare out the glass doors, he shrugged, even though Garrett couldn’t see him. “I don’t think anyone can be prepared for the fallout, but I know you’ll be there to back me up and Gram will, too. I hate having to sneak around like we do or pretend we’re nothing more than friends. I’d like to spend the night in his arms and wake up with him in the morning.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Garrett sounded like a little kid.
Kasey chuckled. “What’s your idea?”
“You have to be in New Orleans in a couple days for the All-Star game, right?” Garrett asked.
“Yes.” He’d been voted a first time starter on the Western Conference team. It was an honor and he was excited to go.
“You have one road game before the break.” Kasey could hear the grin in Garrett’s voice.
“Yes.” He had a feeling he knew what his twin was going to suggest.
“Invite Fletcher to meet you in New Orleans on Thursday. It’ll be Valentine’s Day and what better way to spend it than together?”
It was a great idea except for one thing. “I can’t. If it got out I rented a hotel suite to meet a man, the media would have a field day. I don’t want that to happen that weekend, Garrett. It’ll happen sooner or later because I won’t lie or hide. Please not that weekend.” He wanted to enjoy his first All-Star appearance.
“Ah, but there’s where having an openly gay twin works in your favor. I’ve already reserved a suite. I did it as soon as I found out you made the All-Star team. Rich planned on flying out to meet me there and we were going to have a romantic night together.” Garrett’s words were sad. “Why shouldn’t you and Gram use it since my tryst isn’t going to happen? I’ll arrive in New Orleans on Friday to spend the weekend with you.”
“Where’s the suite?” Kasey still wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it with all the publicity that particular weekend garnered.
“Suite 903 at Le Pavillon. It’s beautiful. I spent a night there a couple of years ago when I had to premiere a movie in the city.”
Kasey stared out into the night, thinking about his brother’s plan. Would he have the balls to pull it off? Was he prepared to deal with the fallout if it didn’t work and he was “outed”?
He closed his eyes and imagined Gram’s serious eyes and sexy smile. The taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips. His ass still ached from the power of Gram’s thrusts. He’d never felt as full as he did when Gram fucked him. Oh, he knew it was the afterglow of great sex with a new lover, but he couldn’t deny how he felt.
“Unless you don’t really want the relationship to be any more than a fuck or two?”
Kasey knew Garrett wouldn’t judge him if he chickened out and decided not to move the relationship past this point. Kasey had never lied to himself, not even when it was the easiest thing to do. He liked Gram Fletcher and even if it ended up with him getting hounded out of the league, he would pursue the man.
“I’ll do it. Is the suite reserved under your name? It won’t be private if the paparazzi are hanging around the lobby, waiting for a shot of you heading to your room.”
“No, it’s actually under my bodyguard’s name. Quentin will go and check in early on Thursday and then he’ll bring the key to you. You can sneak in through a side entrance. Gram will have the other key and he can go right up without stopping in the lobby. I’ll have dinner catered for you. It’ll be the perfect Valentine’s Day encounter, Kasey. Trust me.”
“I hope so. Now you better get some sleep. You need to be on set in a couple of hours.” Kasey left the door and flopped down on his couch.
“I hate night shoots. Too many damn bugs and alligators around. Ugh. Who thought it was a good idea to shoot a movie in Louisiana,” Garrett grumbled. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do when you see Fletcher tonight.”
“Well hell, that leaves me wide open to possibilities.”
“Bitch.” His brother laughed. “I’ll call tomorrow if I can.”
“Have a good night.”
Kasey hung up the phone and set it on the end table. Lying back on the couch, he stared up at the ceiling. He had an hour before Gram arrived for dinner. Probably should go take a shower, but he didn’t feel like moving. His eyes drifted shut and he fell asleep, thinking about Valentine’s Day.
A pounding woke him up an hour later. He shot to his feet and headed for the door. Jerking it open, he grinned at Gram. “Sorry, I fell asleep on the couch.” He stepped back and gestured for Gram to come in.
Gram waited for Kasey to shut the door before kissing him. “It’s okay. We’ve been burning the candle at both ends most nights.”
Kasey slid one arm around Gram’s waist, buried his other hand in the curls at the nape of Gram’s neck and kissed him harder. He growled as Gram opened up for him. Turning them, he pressed his lover back against the door and teased Gram’s tongue with his. Their tongues stroked and dueled while they rubbed together. Gram gripped Kasey’s hips, urging him to move faster.
He pulled away with a gasp. He slid one hand in between them and struggled to get Gram’s pants unbuttoned.
Gram chuckled. “Maybe you should use two hands.”
Giving him a wink, Kasey got both hands free and focused on getting Gram’s pants opened. The hiss of the zipper sliding down made his cock twitch in the gym shorts he wore. He pushed the fabric down low enough to expose his favorite addiction, Gram’s prick.
It sprang from the nest of dark curls at its base, full and hard. He gripped it in his fist and pumped once.
“Fuck, baby. Love your hands.” Gram’s hips arched off the door, thrusting his shaft through the tunnel Kasey’s fingers made for him.
He dropped to his knees and licked the throbbing vein along the underside of Gram’s cock. The skin was smooth over the hard flesh. He sucked the head of the shaft into his mouth where he swirled his tongue over the top. Pressing the tip of his tongue into Gram’s slit, he felt his lover shudder. Hard hands cradled his head on both sides, holding him there while Gram slowly slid in and out of his mouth. God, Gram tasted good. Salty and bitter.
Gram pulled away from him. “Condom, Kasey. In my front pocket.”
Kasey pouted, wanting more of Gram’s salty come. Gram shook his head and gestured to his pocket. Kasey tugged the foil package out and tore it open. He rolled it over Gram’s cock, then sucked Gram down.
He kept one hand braced on Gram’s thigh and slid the other between Gram’s legs, fondling his lover’s balls. Tugging on them, he encouraged Gram to pick up the pace. Gram’s hands gripped his hair and he started fucking Kasey’s mouth. He hummed and Gram shook.
“Shit.” Gram’s voice was harsh, his hips jerking with each thrust of his cock into Kasey’s mouth. “God, your mouth feels fucking good.”
Kasey took each push deep into his mouth, relaxing the muscles and allowing the flared head to hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around Gram’s shaft.
“Gonna come soon,” Gram warned him.
He sucked harder, trying to pull the come from the cock he was worshipping. Gram grunted and a flood of warm liquid spilled into the condom. Gram’s hands eased their grip and petted his head. He sucked Gram’s cock until it softened and slid from his mouth. Kasey took care of the rubber, tying it off and managing to get it in the wastebasket beside the couch.
Rocking back, he stared up at his lover, who rested against the door. A lazy smile graced Gram’s lips. Kasey grinned b
ack. Gram reached out and ran a rough thumb over Kasey’s swollen lips.
“Your mouth is the second best thing you have,” Gram mumbled.
“Second best?” He poked his tongue out to lick the pad of the thumb.
“Oh yeah, your tight ass is my favorite thing about you. I dream about fucking your ass.” Gram winked, holding out his hand.
Kasey took it and let Gram pull him to his feet. Groaning, he rubbed his erection against Gram’s thick thigh. Hard lips attached themselves to his nipple and he arched.
“Gram, please.” He wasn’t sure what he was begging for. Did he want Gram’s hand on his cock, jerking him to climax? Or did he want those talented lips and tongue to continue to tease his flesh? He gave a moan of displeasure when his nipple popped out of Gram’s mouth and his lover gave him a serious stare.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll take care of you.”
His body jerked at the quick bite Gram gave his chest. Gram slid a hand around to grasp Kasey’s ass and encourage him to continue moving. The other hand pinched and twisted his other nipple. Sensations swamped him. It was like he’d been enveloped by Gram’s body. Hands, teeth, lips and tongue. Every nerve-ending in his skin fired and his balls drew tight. Gram played and nibbled. Twisted and flicked until Kasey was pleading with every shudder of his body and every incoherent word he cried.
“I’m going to…” he managed to get out before he filled his shorts with come.
Gram didn’t stop playing with his nipples until Kasey stopped quivering and his knees threatened to buckle. He whimpered, his head dropping to rest on Gram’s shoulder while Gram embraced him with a tight hug.
“Let’s clean up, baby, and find your bed for a nap. We’ll worry about dinner later.” Gram supported him as they made their way back to Kasey’s bedroom.
“Good idea,” he muttered, his nipples aching from all the attention Gram had paid to them.
They stopped beside his bed and he stood there, letting Gram strip his soaked shorts from him. Gram wiped Kasey’s drying come off and tossed the soiled fabric toward the bathroom. Kasey climbed under the covers, his eyes half-closed, watching his lover undress. A soft sigh left him when Gram joined him in bed and snuggled up behind him. A strong arm wrapped around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed against his shoulder.
“Rest now, baby. I’ve got you.”
He nodded and his eyes drifted shut.
Two hours later, Gram stared down at Kasey. They snuggled together under the sheets.
Kasey sucked Gram’s thumb into his moist warmth and teased it with his tongue.
Moaning, Gram rubbed his hard cock against Kasey. “I don’t remember ever being this hot for a guy,” he murmured before he latched onto a spot right below Kasey’s right nipple.
Remembering at the last moment that Kasey probably wouldn’t want to be marked, he started to pull away. Kasey’s hands cradled the back of his head and held him there. His lover didn’t seem too worried about it. Gram sucked and scraped his teeth over the soft skin. When the spot was nice and dark, he moved a few inches away to look at it. He pressed a thumb on it and Kasey’s groan filled the air.
“What are you going to tell your teammates?” Gram licked Kasey’s nipple and then blew on it.
“What?” Kasey sounded distracted.
Of course, Gram knew he wasn’t making it easy for Kasey to concentrate on the question.
“This mark. If anyone asks you, how are you going to explain it?” He teased it again.
“Shit.”
“Kasey?”
“Umm…nothing. None of their business. Told you Paul knows. Some of the other guys know, but they won’t make a big deal about it. I can wear a T-shirt.” Kasey surged up and crushed their lips together.
Gram rolled over and settled between Kasey’s legs, rocking his hips and causing their erections to bump together. Both men moaned. He took advantage of Kasey’s gasp to slide his tongue inside Kasey’s mouth. He stroked behind Kasey’s top teeth and Kasey shuddered. Reaching between them, he grasped Kasey’s cock in a tight grip and pumped.
“Oh,” Kasey moaned, arching his hips and thrusting his prick through Gram’s fingers.
Kasey’s hands left Gram’s shoulders and wrapped around the top of the headboard, giving Kasey something to push against. By the uneven rhythm of Kasey’s thrusts, Gram knew Kasey wouldn’t last much longer. He leaned down and started sucking another mark up on Kasey’s chest under his left nipple. Gram’s tongue and teeth teased and tormented the spot. He wanted to suck up a dark spot on Kasey’s golden skin. It was possessive and macho, but he wanted everyone to know Kasey was taken, even if none of the other men knew what the marks meant.
“Soon,” Kasey warned him, shaft swelling in Gram’s hand.
“Do it. I want you to lick your come from my hand,” he whispered against Kasey’s sweat coated body.
“Uh…”
Wet warmth drenched his hand and their stomachs. He stroked Kasey’s cock until he was sure his lover was done coming. Gram worked his hand free and brought it up to Kasey’s mouth. Kasey’s dazed eyes remained focused on him while Kasey licked his hand clean.
“Mmm…I could watch you do that all day.”
Kasey blushed and ducked his head. Gram knew compliments were hard for Kasey to accept. It must be from years of living with Garrett, who stole the spotlight without even trying. He groaned as Kasey trailed a finger along the length of his erection.
“How do you want to take care of this?” Kasey’s voice was husky, but his breathing had calmed.
“By fucking your ass.” Gram wasn’t going to pass up another go at Kasey.
The man was leaving for an away game and then heading to New Orleans for the All-Star weekend. Gram wouldn’t be seeing him for several days. He wanted to store up all the memories he could. Give him something to imagine while he was jerking off.
“I was hoping you’d choose that.” Kasey grinned at him and started to spread his thighs.
Gram moved away, shaking his head. “No. Hands and knees.”
Kasey flipped over and settled on his knees, hands gripping the headboard for support. Gram slid a finger down Kasey’s spine, savoring the smoothness of his lover’s skin. His fingers caressed the small of Kasey’s back causing goose bumps to rise and a shiver to rack Kasey’s body.
“Gram,” Kasey murmured and tilted his hips, offering his ass.
He reached for the lube and a condom. Grimacing, he ripped open the package, tossing the foil onto the floor and rolling the latex over his cock. He’d gone in and gotten tested. The results weren’t due back for another day or two. Until then, he’d keep using the rubbers, even though he was sure Kasey was clean. The press would have announced it if he ever failed a test.
Lube got squirted on the palm of his hand. He slicked up his cock and placed the blunt head at Kasey’s hole. “Ready?”
Kasey nodded. “Yes. Don’t worry.”
Gram pushed in, taking his time. He didn’t want to hurt Kasey, even though his lover was still stretched from their last round of loving. Sinking in as deep as he could, he groaned at the heat surrounding him.
“So hot and tight.”
He leaned forward as Kasey pushed back and managed to bury himself deeper. His teeth nipped at Kasey’s shoulder and he started moving. Kasey straightened slightly, creating a better angle for Gram to nail his gland.
“Shit.” Kasey’s shout rang through the room.
“Right there, huh?” Gram grinned. He did enjoy making his usually quiet lover shout.
“More, Gram. Please.”
“Don’t worry, Kasey. I’ll take care of you.”
He picked up the pace, impaling Kasey with each stroke. His balls slapped against the back of Kasey’s thighs. Gripping Kasey’s hips, he encouraged the blond to move with him. Each time, it was like slipping into heated velvet. Kasey clenched each time Gram retreated, milking his cock with intense determination.
A tingling started at the base of
Gram’s spine and his balls tightened. Only a few seconds more before his climax took him. His cock swelled and he lost the smoothness of his thrusts. One particularly deep stroke in and he stilled, head thrown back, and his come filled the condom.
Kasey kept massaging his shaft with his inner muscles, draining it of every drop before it softened and he slid out of Kasey with a groan.
Gram managed to get the condom taken care of and both of them cleaned off. He curled up beside Kasey, wrapped his arm around Kasey’s waist and pulled their bodies tight together.
“Gram?” Kasey’s voice held a question.
“Yes?” Gram ran his hand up and down Kasey’s back.
“I need to ask you something.” There was tension in Kasey’s body, as if he wasn’t sure how Gram would take the question.
“I’ll answer anything you ask me, but can we do this after a nap? I can barely keep my eyes open.” He brushed a kiss over Kasey’s forehead.
“Sure.”
Was that a hint of relief he heard in his lover’s voice? Gram decided he’d worry about it later. He tugged the blankets up over them and settled down, comfortable with Kasey in his arms. After a nap, they’d talk about what was making Kasey nervous.
A ringing sound woke Gram up. He reached for the phone without thinking.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?”
Gram’s eyes shot open. He stared up at a white ceiling and realized he’d fucked up. He wasn’t home. He was in Kasey’s bed answering Kasey’s phone. Damn.
“Gram?” Kasey’s sleep laden eyes stared at him from the pillows.
Fuck.
“Who is this?”
Now that he was awake, he recognized Garrett’s voice. “It’s Gram.”
“What the fuck are you doing answering Kasey’s phone? What if it was his coach?” Garrett yelled in his ear.
Gram handed the receiver to Kasey. “It’s for you.”
After Kasey took the phone, Gram climbed out of bed, tugged on a pair of sweats and headed for the bathroom. Taking his time, he washed his face and brushed his teeth. He wondered if he should bring a toothbrush to leave at Kasey’s. When did Kasey become so important to me I’m thinking of making it a permanent arrangement? He shook his head. I don’t even know if he wants it to be anything more than a causal thing.