Unfair Game: A Gay Sports Romance Novel

by Cecelia Storm

  Kyle realized too late that opening his mouth so wide was even worse. He bit into it, keeping his lips as closed as possible. But this made the banana stretch his mouth slowly and it ended up looking even more erotic.

  Kyle wished he could stab his eyes with the banana. Why was a piece of fruit driving him straight to hell?

  The guys were making orgasmic sounds with their mouth, moaning and groaning and generally frightening the wait staff to death. Kyle decided he hated them all.

  He wished Cade would stop staring. Why on earth wasn’t he looking away?

  He turned to Mason, finally, eyes pleading. But Mason was on the phone, steps away from the table, one finger in his ear to block out the noise.

  Kyle decided to go for it. He took a deep breath, stuffed as much of the banana as he could in his mouth and then raised his middle fingers in two wide half-circles.

  After the cries of “Swallow!” piped down and he did just that, he finally dared to look at Cade.

  Who was looking very red himself. And staring very hard at his plate.

  Kyle groaned. What a way to turn off the only person he’d ever loved.

  With a goddamned banana.

  Truly, his life was a joke.

  ***

  Training went smoothly, although the tension between Cade and Kyle was so rife it was almost palpable. He cursed his luck. They’d finally gotten past it and here it was again. That stupid fucking yellow piece of junk fruit. He was never eating a banana again.

  After practice, as they were walking back to the locker room, Cade suddenly turned to Kyle, eyes dancing. He smiled mischievously. “Are you feeling hungry?”

  “Mm,” Kyle said, groaning and holding his stomach, oblivious. “Starving.”

  “Maybe you could have another banana.”

  Kyle’s head snapped around and he looked at Cade’s expression, eyes full of laughter. “You-you-”

  Cade raised his eyebrows. “What’s the matter? You didn’t like the banana? Do you want a different type?”

  What the fuck was going on here?

  Kyle was speechless. “I don’t like bananas anymore,” he said firmly, glaring at Cade, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

  “That’s not what Mason told me,” Cade said impishly, grinning wickedly.

  Kyle felt faint.

  He cleared his throat. “That is a different! That… Cade!”

  Cade laughed. The conversation meant they were dawdling and they were the last to finally reach the locker room. Just as Kyle was about to push open the door, Cade reached in and put his hand on the doorknob, stopping him.

  Kyle turned to find Cade very close. His heart stuttered.

  “W-what-”

  Cade leaned in closer, then whispered, “I like that you swallowed.”

  Laughing, he dodged Kyle’s punch and entered the locker room.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  After dinner that night, Kyle and Cade decided to wind down with some video games. Usually they played either sitting on chairs or sitting on their own beds. But when Kyle came back from the bathroom, he saw that Cade had climbed into Kyle’s bed.

  A part of him (which was twitching a little in his pants) found this very interesting, but the rest of him simply shrugged and sat down next to Cade. The bed was large enough that they had plenty of space to themselves.

  They played avidly for some time, crowing and trash-talking each other. The score was 1-1 and there was about twenty minutes left in the match. And that was when Kyle suddenly felt a toe nudging his under the covers.

  Confused and slightly distracted, he peeked at his own feet. He realized Cade’s foot had migrated all the way over to his and seemed to be gently stroking his foot.

  Kyle swallowed, his entire mind going blank. What. The. Fuck.

  He surreptitiously moved his foot away, just a centimeter or so. Enough to relieve his brain without actually offending Cade.

  He concentrated hard on the game. 15 minutes left.

  He was just about to dribble past one of Cade’s defenders when, again, he felt that slow stroking of his foot. Distracted, he pressed the wrong button and ended up shooting wide. He glanced at Cade, but Cade was frowning in concentration, staring hard at the TV.

  Kyle again nudged his foot away gently. 10 minutes left! He had to make this count.

  This time, it was only a matter of seconds before he felt Cade nudging his foot again. Badly rattled, he let Cade slip past him and score. The game ended a minute later with Cade the winner.

  Kyle turned to Cade and saw a suspiciously impassive expression on his face. He narrowed his eyes. “Cade.”

  Cade turned to him, eyes so innocent that Kyle knew.

  “You asshole!” he roared, pushing Cade firmly down into the mattress.

  Cade was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe or even defend himself. He had raised an arm in protection, but it was ineffectual in the face of his amusement.

  “What kind of shitty friend are you?” Kyle shouted, taking his pillow and smothering Cade with it. Cade was still shaking with laughter and doing nothing to protect himself.

  Kyle threw the pillow away. And pushed Cade off his bed. Cade rolled willingly onto the floor, landing lightly and still laughing. Kyle waited, disgruntled, for Cade to recover.

  He finally did, holding his stomach and smiling broadly up at Kyle from the floor. “What?” he said, chuckling.

  “You know you’re the world’s most horrible friend,” Kyle told him matter-of-factly. “You are despicable and you don’t deserve me.”

  Cade grinned. “I agree. Forgive me.”

  “No.”

  “Please. Tell me how I can make it up to you.”

  Kyle felt his heart squeeze. They both knew he was only pretending to be angry. He didn’t know what to make of this side of Cade. They had always teased each other, but Cade was teasing him about his feelings. His feelings for Cade. Wasn’t that flirting?

  Kyle didn’t know and he didn’t dare wonder about it too long. He didn’t want to ruin this moment between them. And, besides, Cade was looking so adorable, lying down on the carpet and dimpling up at Kyle, hair flopping across his forehead-Kyle just wanted to soak it in.

  “You have to tell me 10 things about me that make me awesome.”

  Cade grinned and sat up. He crawled onto the bed and sat at the foot of it, leaning his back against the footboard. “Pass me a pillow.”

  Kyle did and Cade stuffed it behind his back, stretching his legs out in front of him. Kyle did the same, and their legs lay next to each other, not touching.

  “I’ll tell you one nice thing about you,” Cade said.

  “8.”

  “3.”

  “5.”

  “Deal,” Cade said, putting a hand on Kyle’s calf and shaking it as if it were a hand.

  “Go ahead then.”

  Cade leaned his head back, pretending to think. His hand was still on Kyle’s calf, not brushing or moving, just laying there. Kyle felt his calf burn hot and hoped to God he wouldn’t get a stiffy.

  “The more time you take, the longer the list has to be,” Kyle warned.

  Cade laughed. He looked more relaxed today than he’d looked in a long while. His hand moved down Kyle’s calf and gently held his big toe, smiling. “You’re very funny.”

  “Damn, right,” Kyle retorted. But he had butterflies in his stomach and his mouth was dry.

  Cade’s fingers moved to Kyle’s second toe. “You’re the best footballer.”

  “That’s a damn lie,” Kyle said absently. He was starting to lose his concentration on this list now, focusing more on Cade’s touch. “You know you’re the best.”

  Cade shushed him. He moved to the third toe, his fingers slow and unhurried. “You’re the greatest friend ever.”

  “That’s better,” Kyle said, his voice slightly hoarse. He didn’t dare clear his throat for fear of embarrassing himself.

  Cade’s voice was dropping now. He held Kyle’s fourth toe, h
is thumb pressing on the pad of it, stroking gently up and down. “You’ve got such a beautiful son.”

  Kyle simply nodded, unable to say anything more. His whole foot was tingling. He could feel Cade’s touch everywhere, especially in his crotch. He thanked God that the sheets were folded in such a way over his lap as to hide his erection.

  Cade moved his hand very slowly to Kyle’s little toe. He gently stroked it for a little while, looking at it. Then he raised his head, looking Kyle full in the face, and whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

  Kyle felt his stomach flip over. For a long second, he was utterly silent, held by Cade’s expression, intense and passionate. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

  It was Cade who broke the tension. He grinned and squeezed Kyle’s foot before dropping his hand into his own lap. “Am I forgiven?” he asked cheekily.

  It took a giant effort for Kyle to smile. “Well, all right. But only because you said I’m hot, which I am.”

  Cade flashed a smile. Then he sobered a little and said, “Can I-can I ask you something?”

  Kyle nodded. He still didn’t trust his voice.

  “Have you ever-um…” Cade blushed. “Have you ever been with another man?”

  Kyle felt himself going red too. “Yes.”

  Cade looked surprised. “What, really? Who?”

  Kyle shifted uncomfortably. “Cade-”

  “Oh, God, it’s Perry, isn’t it?” Cade’s eyes were wide.

  “No! Oh, God, no,” Kyle exclaimed. “I would never-” He shook his head and gestured, unable to say that he wouldn’t ever sleep with one of Cade’s teammates. Simply because he’d always had that tiny hope that one day Cade would love him back and he’d never wanted to make things awkward for Cade.

  But he couldn’t very well say that to Cade, could he?

  Cade looked relieved. “Sorry. It’s just, that day, on the bed...”

  Kyle frowned, then remembered that he was referring to the night they’d all been watching the movie in Perry’s room.

  “So who then?” Cade asked.

  Kyle laughed nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to say.”

  “One of your teammates?” Cade asked shrewdly. His eyes widened. “Or is it more than just one guy?”

  Kyle hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. To both.”

  For a second, they were both silent, playing with the sheets, then Cade asked, “Were you-were you… um… Giving or receiving?”

  Kyle laughed outright at that. Suddenly he realized how ill-informed Cade actually was about all these matters and somehow this set him at ease. “Receiving,” he said, eyes twinkling. “We call it bottom, though. And the person who gives is top.”

  “Oh,” Cade said, blushing. “But isn’t it… painful?”

  “Well, yeah, the first time is. But I mean if you go through the right preparations, it’s fine.”

  Cade looked baffled. “Preparations?”

  Kyle grinned. He straightened two fingers and scissored them in the air. Cade turned so red, Kyle wanted to kiss him. “Oh!” Cade hands were squirming over the sheets, picking absently at a loose thread. “But isn’t there… stuff in there?”

  Kyle tried hard not to laugh again. It wasn’t Cade’s fault he didn’t know. “No. If the person’s just gone to the bathroom and cleaned up, there’s nothing remaining in there. It only fills up when you have to go.”

  Oh seemed to be all Cade could say. He was silent again, pondering this. “But isn’t it unfair? The top gets all the pleasure and the bottom just gets…” Cade’s brows were knit hard.

  Kyle shook his head. “It feels really good if he’s hitting the right spot and, you know, stimulating… other areas.”

  Cade’s eyes were wide now. “Stimulating what?”

  “The cock, Cade.”

  Cade looked very relieved. “I thought - well, never mind.” He waved a hand. “But what spot are you talking about?”

  “The prostate. It’s very sensitive.”

  Cade looked like a young child learning that the earth was round, not flat. His eyes were wide. Kyle shifted uncomfortably, wishing desperately he could do something about his aching cock.

  “So… you like it?” Cade asked shyly.

  Kyle swallowed. He’d thought of Cade saying those words to him about this very same subject - albeit in more intimate circumstances - so it was difficult to restrain himself from getting even harder. “Yes,” he said hoarsely. “It’s amazing.”

  “Have you also… sucked someone?” Cade looked a little horrified at himself and said, “I’m sorry! You don’t have to answer that.”

  “No,” Kyle said, trying very hard not think like a horny teenager. “It’s okay. Yes, I have. That one goes both ways, usually.”

  “The top can also…?”

  Kyle nodded. “It depends on each relationship, but yeah. Sometimes, there are people who like to switch between the top and bottom too.”

  “Do you?”

  Kyle’s cheeks were very red. He shook his head. “I like being the bottom.”

  Cade seemed to get even more embarrassed by that even though he’d asked the question. “So has someone… sucked you?”

  Kyle wondered what his friend would think if he told him about how he’d jacked off to Cade just a few days ago, picturing sucking Cade’s hard, leaking cock. Probably run right out the door.

  “Yes,” Kyle said shortly, unable to elaborate further.

  “Did you like it?”

  For a second, Kyle wondered if Cade was making fun of him. What kind of question was that? Obviously he would! Why wouldn’t he? But he saw that Cade was serious, curious. So he simply nodded.

  He was so hard now it was difficult to concentrate. He wished he could excuse himself to the bathroom and relieve some of this right away, but something told him to stay.

  Cade was quiet, plucking at his shirt. “Does the size matter?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, if a person was big… Would that hurt you?” Cade was blushing and talking so softly Kyle could hardly hear him.

  Kyle felt his heart starting to pound. Surely Cade wasn’t talking about…?

  “If he was gentle and went slow and prepared me the right way with lube, I’d be fine,” Kyle said, his voice nothing more than a croak.

  Cade nodded at his hands, seemingly unable to look at Kyle anymore. “Does it make it better?” He peeked up at Kyle.

  Kyle felt blood rushing through his head. He nodded. “It makes it better for him.”

  “How?”

  “Because it’s tighter.”

  “And for you?”

  “It wouldn’t make much of a difference for me. But if he was enjoying it more, I would too.”

  Kyle didn’t know why he felt as if this conversation was like sex itself. It was the most erotic, sexual moment he’d ever had with Cade. And they weren’t even touching!

  He shook his head. He’d probably die if Cade ever kissed him. Probably keel right over and stop breathing. Maybe it was a good thing Cade wasn’t into him.

  “But if a person wasn’t comfortable with… penetration - if they only wanted to do other things, would that still count as sex?”

  Kyle’s throat was dry as dust. “It depends on every relationship. But for me, I would only do what was comfortable for him. And it would count as sex for me.”

  Cade met his eyes. Kyle felt his cock lurching hotly in his pants. He wanted Cade so much at that moment he could almost taste Cade’s kiss. His eyes were glued to Cade’s mouth. He forced himself to look down and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

  “Thanks,” Cade said shyly.

  Kyle forced a smile. “Any time. Why the curiosity?”

  Cade looked down for a long time. “I want to know. About you.” They looked at each other. “Is that okay?” he asked softly.

  “It’s completely okay.”

  Cade smiled. He glanced quickly at his watch. “Hey it’s 10!
We should get to bed.”

  Kyle nodded. He grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand and downed it fast. Cade got off Kyle’s bed and went and sat on his own, pulling his shirt off.

  Kyle carefully stared at the window, determined not to get himself even more turned on. When Cade had climbed under the sheets, he looked over and smiled. Cade was on his side, facing Kyle. He smiled back.

  “Go to bed.”

  “Yeah. I’ll just go brush my teeth.”

  “Good night.” Cade was smirking. He knew why Kyle was going to the bathroom, but Kyle didn’t really care right now.

  He needed that cold shower now.

  And when he finally stripped of his clothes, letting the freezing water touch his skin, he thought of Cade touching his toes. Smiling, he pressed his fingers to his burning cheeks.

  Maybe that banana had been a good idea after all.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Kyle glanced around the breakfast table. Everyone was staring moodily at their own plates, most likely thinking of the match tomorrow. He’d had butterflies himself since he woke up. He’d stared at the ceiling and sent a quick prayer up to the heavens that they’d do well tomorrow.

  Cade had woken up much later. He’d been quiet and a little drawn. He looked tired, Kyle thought. Probably from playing so many matches. Kyle felt anxiety twist his insides; he gave so much to the team and, surely, they would get their reward this time?

  They walked to training together, both silent, lost in their thoughts. They warmed up next to each other, stretching their legs out. Cade smiled at him briefly as their eyes met and Kyle just winked back.

  He wasn’t going to think of what was going on between them today. It wasn’t a conscious decision, just plain professionalism. His career was more important than their flirting yesterday. Was it flirting? He needed to focus. Cade similarly seemed to be concentrating hard. He played beautifully, magnificently, and once or twice, Kyle watched him, smiling, marveling.

  ***

  That night, after dinner, Cade was very quiet, lying down on his bed with his hands under his head. Kyle debated asking if he was okay, but he needed to take a shower. He spent a long time with the water sluicing over his body, trying hard to motivate and calm himself. When he was done, he rubbed his hair dry and came out, pulling a T-shirt over his head. And saw Cade still in the same position.