by T. A. Chase
“Shit.”
Kasey’s prick slid in as far as Gram could get it and come filled his mouth. He swallowed, loving the taste. He sucked and licked until Kasey stopped shuddering. He pulled off Kasey’s softened cock, reaching for a towel lying next to the tray. He cleaned off and then wiped Kasey off, making sure to get any chocolate he might have missed.
Sleepy eyes watched his every move. A limp hand waved him over for a kiss. He chuckled and gave his lover a quick peck before he went to pour them both a glass of champagne. He braced his back against a bunch of pillows and gathered Kasey into his arms. Taking a sip from the glass, he savored the taste of the fine French champagne, but decided he liked how Kasey tasted on his tongue better.
He offered the glass to Kasey, who took it and grimaced after sipping a little of it. “Don’t like it, baby?”
Kasey shook his head. “No, never got a taste for it, I guess. Rich would order cases of it when we were in the South of France, but neither Garrett nor I liked it.” Kasey laughed. “We’re a couple of small town boys. Don’t need much to make us happy except a bed to lay our head and someone to share it with.”
“Well, you’ve got me for as long as you want me.” Gram took another sip and set the crystal goblet back on the tray. He trailed his fingers down Kasey’s spine, teasing the top of his crease.
His lover moaned and pushed against his thigh. Kasey’s long-fingered hands started undoing his belt. He sucked in his stomach to allow Kasey better access to the button and zipper on his pants. Gram’s body gave its own shiver when the cool air of the hotel room hit his hot flesh. His cock sprang proud and full from his pants.
Kasey’s palms were rough from handling the basketball and his calluses caught in the dark curls at the base of Gram’s shaft. Gram bit his lip to hold in a curse as Kasey slid his hand to cup Gram’s balls. A hard squeeze and a gentle tug. Gram’s eyes crossed. Kasey’s warm tongue licked along the vein pulsing on the underside of Gram’s prick.
“Hell, I love your mouth.” Gram ran his free hand through the close cut curls of Kasey’s hair.
Kasey smiled up at him. “Where’s the lube, Gram?”
Lube? Had he remembered to get the lube out of his bag? He shot a glance around the room, trying to imagine where the tube might be. Ah-ha. He snagged it from where he’d covered it with the blankets.
“Here it is.” He tossed it over.
Kasey gave him a sly smile and Gram wondered what the man had in mind. Kasey straddled Gram’s thighs, settling back to nestle his cock into Kasey’s crease. Gram arched, getting the head of his cock to bump into Kasey’s hole. He was so focused on that, he jumped when he heard the top of the lube pop open. He saw Kasey squirt some slick stuff on his own fingers and then set the tube on his stomach.
“Hold on to that. We’ll need it in a few minutes.”
His eyes widened as Kasey reached around and start fingering that tight ass Gram had been admiring. “Kasey,” he squeaked. “Kasey, what are you doing?”
“I’m getting myself ready for you, Gram. I used to do this a lot when I was in college. Couldn’t find someone else to do it for me. I had some nice toys to play with.” Kasey’s eyes closed and pleasure filled his face.
“Fuck. I’ve got to see this.”
Gram wiggled out from under Kasey, moving to kneel beside his lover and take in the view of two of Kasey’s long fingers sliding into his ass. Gram caught his cock in a tight grip, trying to keep from coming just from watching. He bent and bit one of Kasey’s firm cheeks. Searching blindly, he came up with the lube. He squirted some more out on Kasey’s fingers.
“Three now,” Gram ordered.
Kasey moved slightly, bracing his hand against one of the chairs Gram had pushed out of the way. Rising higher on his knees, he slid three fingers in and they both groaned. Gram slicked up his thumb, pushing it in as Kasey pulled his fingers out.
“Oh, Gram.” The breathless tone of Kasey’s voice told Gram Kasey liked the feeling of four fingers taking him.
Gram worked a finger in, making sure Kasey was always full of something. “I’ll have to buy some toys for us, love. You’ll be sexy as hell when I fuck you with a dildo. Maybe we should make it as thick as my cock and as long as yours. It’ll fill you up.”
Kasey’s skin flushed and Gram knew his lover liked that idea.
“Makes you hard thinking about it, doesn’t it? Don’t worry. When we get home, you and I will be playing a lot.” Gram let go of his cock and reached out to stroke Kasey’s. It was hard and dripping precum. “You wanting?”
“Please, Gram. I want to ride you.” Kasey looked over his tanned shoulder at Gram, pleading, with desire burning bright in his eyes.
“Oh, I think that sounds like a great idea.”
Gram lay back down and let Kasey straddle him again. He held up the lube. Kasey took it, popped open the top and poured some into a trembling hand. Kasey braced himself on Gram’s chest and slicked up Gram’s cock.
He held Kasey’s hips, helping him balance while Kasey lowered himself down on Gram’s cock. Within seconds, he was buried deep in Kasey’s tight passage.
“I missed this,” he groaned as Kasey squeezed his muscles around Gram’s prick. “I missed how we fit together.”
“Missed how you filled me. Not the same with toys.” Kasey lifted up, sliding along Gram’s cock until only the head breached his hole.
Hissing, Gram tried to let Kasey control the pace of their lovemaking, but he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to. “If you don’t want me flipping you on your back and reaming your ass, you’ll start moving faster.”
Kasey smirked. Gram tightened his grip on those lean hips in front of him and slammed Kasey back down on his cock. Both men grunted and Kasey’s eyes rolled back in his head. Bracing his feet against the floor, Gram met each of Kasey’s quick down strokes with his own hard thrusts. His balls tightened, but he didn’t want to come without Kasey.
Meeting Kasey’s dazed gaze, he nodded. “Jack off, Kasey. I want your come to coat my stomach while I fill your ass.”
Kasey wrapped his hand around his own prick.
Gram made sure to time his moves with each pump of Kasey’s fist. A shudder ran over Kasey’s body when Gram nailed his gland.
“Gram?” Kasey stared down at him.
Nodding, Gram drove as deep into Kasey’s passage as he could and let his climax wash over him. His spunk flooded Kasey’s ass while Kasey’s splashed over Gram’s stomach. Gram closed his eyes, peeled his fingers off of Kasey’s hips and urged the man down on top of him. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Trailing his hands up and down Kasey’s spine, he soothed his lover until Kasey’s breathing eased and he rolled to his side.
Gram managed to snag the towel and wipe them up. He settled back down, cuddling behind Kasey. He covered them with one of the blankets. Pressing a kiss on the nape of Kasey’s neck, he entwined their hands and rested them on Kasey’s stomach.
“Rest, baby.” He nuzzled Kasey’s ear. “We’ll try the strawberries later.”
Kasey chuckled and squeezed his hand. Gram closed his eyes, thinking it had been the best Valentine’s Day he’d had in years.
Kasey studied the river of chocolate winding down Gram’s chest. Two tributaries started at each nipple and converged right before Gram’s belly button. Grunting softly, Gram shifted. Kasey held his breath, hoping his lover didn’t roll over and smear the chocolate all over the blankets. Gram settled with a small smile on his face. Kasey wondered what he was dreaming about.
The sweet sauce pooled in the indentation, overflowed to continue south toward the nest of dark curls at the base of Gram’s cock. When Kasey had started creating his living chocolate-covered sundae, Gram’s prick was soft and limp, resting against his thigh. By the time he finished drizzling the chocolate, it was standing tall and proud, clear precum leaking from its slit.
He stifled a laugh as he coated the strawberries in chocolate and nestled them in the curls. Damn, the man
looked good enough to eat, but he was missing one thing. The red and white can of whipped cream caught his eye and he smirked. The best part of a sundae was the cream at the top.
The sound of the can being shaken caused Gram to frown. Those slumberous eyes popped open as Kasey shot a stream of whipped cream over the crown of Gram’s cock.
“Bloody hell, what the fuck are you doing?” Gram leaned up on his elbows and glared at him. “You made me look like a fucking sundae.”
Kasey grinned up at his disgruntled lover. “That’s the point. I couldn’t let those strawberries go to waste and you got to try the chocolate.” He waved his hand at the construction of fruit, chocolate, cream and cock. “I wanted to get a taste of you.”
Gram groaned and flopped back, his eyes closed. The cream started to slide down the length of Gram’s cock. With a wave of his hand, Gram gestured to his groin. “If you don’t hurry, it’s going to melt into a god-awful mess.”
“We can’t let that happen, even though we can always add more to it.” He pushed Gram’s thighs wide with his shoulders, deciding to work on the cream and strawberries first.
“Don’t make yourself sick on sugar, love.” Gram’s hand threaded through Kasey’s hair. “Have your dessert.”
Gram’s smile warmed Kasey’s heart. He pressed a quick kiss to his lover’s right thigh before swiping his tongue along the underside of the thick cock in front of him. A shudder shook Gram’s body and the muscular thighs tensed. Kasey pointed his tongue and pressed the tip to the bundle of nerves right below the crown.
“Damn.” Gram swore, his fingers tightening in Kasey’s hair.
Long sweeps and short licks. He sucked a large dollop of cream off the top of Gram’s cock, swirling his tongue around to gather some of the salty liquid along with the sweet chocolate. He nibbled his way down the hard shaft, nipping the soft skin, but gently, not wanting to hurt Gram.
Nuzzling closer, he bit into the first strawberry. Crisp bright flavor burst over his tongue, the sweetness of the chocolate and the bitterness of Gram’s come mixed together with the fruit. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. He swallowed and immediately searched for the next one.
Gram’s hands wandered over his back, caressing each bump of his spine they could reach. Light touches traced the curve of Kasey’s shoulder blade. After finishing the last strawberry, he moved back to Gram’s cock. He wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft and sucked the entire length into his mouth.
He gripped Gram’s hip with his other hand, holding him still until he could get used to the thickness of Gram’s prick. When his muscles relaxed enough, he bobbed his head, signaling to his lover it was okay to move. Gram thrust, stroking in and out, moving with gentle ease, but Kasey didn’t want gentle. He wanted Gram to fuck his mouth.
He let the cock slid out of his mouth and glared up at Gram. “Fuck me,” he ordered.
Gram twisted, grabbing Kasey’s shoulders and flipping him over onto his back. Gram was going to fuck him all right, but it was his ass the man would take, not his mouth. Complaining didn’t cross Kasey’s mind. He wanted Gram any way he could get him. Gram teased his hole, causing Kasey to moan and spread his legs wide.
“You ready?” Gram pushed two fingers in.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about the fingers, Gram. I want your cock.” He shifted and wiggled, trying to entice his lover to take him.
“Good. I didn’t think I could take much more of your tongue.” Gram knelt between Kasey’s legs, guided the head of his cock to Kasey’s opening and pushed in.
Kasey met Gram halfway in a fierce kiss, their tongues fought while Gram drove in. He hooked his ankles around Gram’s legs, making sure each thrust went as deep as it could. Gram slid his hands under Kasey’s ass, tilting his hips to find the right angle. Electricity shot through Kasey, his head dropped back and a shout filled the room.
“Fuck.”
Each deep stroke into his ass nailed his gland, and his climax built at the base of his spine. He wound his arms around Gram’s shoulders, crushing their bodies together, and let his own erection rub against Gram’s stomach.
“Ah,” he moaned, rocking back and forth, working with his lover to bring them to mutual climax.
Gram slammed into him and stilled. Wet heat flooded him, driving him over the edge. His come mixed with the chocolate smeared over their chests and stomachs. Gram collapsed on him, pinning him to the blankets.
Their pulses slowed down until their hearts beat together in the same steady rhythm. Gram rolled to one side and Kasey cuddled close, enjoying the feel of strong arms embracing him. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“I think we’ll end up sticking together if we don’t clean off,” Gram murmured and shifted, trying to reach the towel.
“Maybe we should take a shower. It’ll be easier to get the chocolate off.” Kasey grinned.
Gram climbed to his feet, held out a hand to help Kasey up. Before he could step away, Gram cupped his cheek and met his gaze with an intense stare.
“I’m falling in love with you, Kasey.” Gram chuckled. “I think the whole process started the first night I met you. You’re stuck with me forever unless you want to break my heart.”
Kasey pressed a soft kiss to Gram’s mouth. “You and I are in the same boat, Gram. I’m willing to take the risk of my personal life becoming public because I’m in love with you.”
They shared another gentle kiss holding a promise of love.
Chapter Eleven
Sunday Afternoon
Kasey dribbled the basketball, glancing up at the shot clock. Ten seconds left. The game clock ran one second behind. The Western Conference was two points behind. Paul pushed and shoved under the basket and Kasey knew his friend wasn’t going to get free of the coverage. Taking a look around the court, he realized there wasn’t enough time for him to orchestrate a play for one of the other players to take a shot.
Five seconds. He set his feet. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face. He fought the urge to wipe it off. Four seconds. He saw the crowd cheering, but there wasn’t any sound. The ball rolled off his fingers with a light touch, arced to the net and swished in. The buzzer sounded and the arena’s roof shook with the roar of the crowd. The noise slammed into his body like hitting a brick wall. His All-Star team mates swarmed him and he grinned.
He searched the seats, trying to find Gram and Garrett. His lover and his brother stood, shouting and whistling, huge smiles on their faces. Kasey waved to them. Garrett winked and Gram waved.
Ten minutes later, when the din had died down, Kasey stood in the middle of the court, accepting the Most Valuable Player award. Flashbulbs burst in his face, causing dots of lights to dance before his eyes. Arena security formed a fence between him and the fans. He lifted the trophy up in the air, letting the fans see it. The furor and excitement built and reminded Kasey why he played the game of basketball. His gaze met Gram’s eyes and he grinned. Winking, Gram nodded. Kasey wished he could rush through the interviews. He wanted to celebrate with his lover.
An hour later, Kasey managed to get into the locker room through the gauntlet of reporters and fans. Standing in front of his temporary locker, he jerked off his jersey. There was a representative from the Hall of Fame there, ready to take it and his shoes. He was thrilled. He’d planned on being inducted into the Hall after his career was over, but if that never happened, at least one of his accomplishments would be remembered.
He reached for a towel. Making his way to the showers, he acknowledged the congratulations his All-Star teammates yelled at him. He turned to smile at Paul when someone slammed into him.
Whirling around, Kasey met the icy glare of Roscoe, a star guard from one of Kasey’s rival teams.
“Imagine them giving you that trophy. I wonder how they’d feel if they found out you were a fag.”
Kasey’s eyes widened and he knew his face had gone pale. How was he supposed to act? He had a feeling if he protested, the man would use it as encourageme
nt to continue hassling him, but he knew he risked getting his ass kicked if he admitted to being gay.
“Nothing to say, fag.” Roscoe glanced back into the showers and yelled, “Watch yourselves, guys. The queer’s coming in. Don’t turn your back on him.”
“Shut the hell up, Roscoe. You’re making an ass of yourself,” Colville, last year’s league MVP, punched Roscoe in the shoulder. “You’re just jealous they didn’t give it to you.”
“Jealous? Hell, I couldn’t care less if the fag got the trophy.” Roscoe snarled at Colville. “You like playing with a homo?”
Colville flipped Roscoe the finger. “If he plays like the kid here, I wouldn’t care if he liked dressing in women’s clothes and wearing high heels. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Roscoe? Give the kid a break.”
Kasey skirted by the men and made it into the shower area. Paul joined him.
“You okay?” His friend’s concern showed in his eyes.
Kasey nodded, not trusting his voice. Shit. He had to get used to the comments. Hell, Eric hassled him every chance the man got. He’d forgotten Eric and Roscoe were friends.
“He’s just repeating what Bansworth has told him. They don’t know anything.”
Paul’s comment was meant to be reassuring, but Kasey knew it was the tip of the iceberg. Things had the potential to implode when the truth came out.
“Don’t let Roscoe bother you, kid. He talks out of his ass most of the time.” Colville stopped next to him.
“Thanks, man.” Kasey appreciated the basketball star taking the time to acknowledge him.
“Do you think you could get your brother’s autograph for me?” Colville winked at Kasey, leaning closer to whisper, “I’d let him fuck me.”
Kasey felt his mouth drop open. He wasn’t sure what to say.