Unfair Game: A Gay Sports Romance Novel

by Cecelia Storm

  But Cade was taking his time. His dick was throbbing persistently against Kyle’s thigh, but he wasn’t even responding to Kyle’s slight bucking. Instead, he nipped Kyle’s lower lip gently - a warning - and Kyle, half-mad with arousal, stopped his hips with great effort.

  He couldn’t stop himself from mumbling, “Please, please, please,” over and over again into Cade’s mouth.

  Cade hushed him, his tongue making slow strokes into Kyle’s mouth, his head tilting to the left, going deep into him. Kyle wished this would both stop and go on forever, though he was sure he’d die if he didn’t get some relief soon.

  Finally, Cade stopped kissing him, leaning just a half-inch away from Kyle’s lips. Dazed, Kyle stared at him, lids heavy. Cade’s pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed, his mouth parted and panting.

  “What do you want?” he said, voice low.

  Kyle didn’t even blink. “You.”

  Cade’s smile was full of satisfaction. He leaned down and kissed Kyle again, letting go of Kyle’s hands. Immediately, Kyle fisted Cade’s shirt tightly, then, realizing that he could do more, slipped his hands under Cade’s shirt, feeling the shifting muscles underneath.

  Cade’s breathing quickened immediately, and he pressed hard against Kyle, bucking slightly against him. Pleased at this, Kyle’s fingers went up to Cade’s nipple, flicking gently. Cade moaned, then grabbed Kyle’s hands again, slamming them back down.

  “Cade, no,” Kyle whined into their kiss. Cade broke the kiss, panting harshly.

  “Tell me what you want,” Cade gasped.

  “You, fuck, Cade, you.” Kyle was struggling lightly now, desperate and going mad. Why was Cade doing this?

  “Keep your hands here. Do you hear me?” Cade said, voice low.

  Kyle nodded. He would have agreed to anything now.

  Cade untangled their fingers, his right hand sliding slowly down Kyle’s stomach towards his erection. There was something extremely hot about looking at Cade’s face while feeling his hand moving down towards Kyle’s leaking cock.

  When Cade’s hands slipped into Kyle’s underwear, his hot hand closing around Kyle’s dick, dripping and hard, their eyes still on each other, he couldn’t take it. Kyle turned his head away, moaning and closing his eyes.

  His fists were clenched now, still by his head, held there only by the thinnest thread of control. Cade’s mouth came to Kyle’s ear and he bit it gently, making Kyle shiver. His hand hadn’t moved yet, but he gently squeezed his hand around Kyle’s cock. Kyle took in a quick breath, eyes fluttering open.

  “Look at me,” Cade said against his ear.

  “No,” Kyle moaned.

  “Yes, Kyle.” Cade’s hand had started the first stroke finally, so crazily slow, dragging the skin with the lightest of grips so that Kyle would have preferred no touch at all. This was torture.

  “Cade, fuck.” He tried thrusting up into Cade’s hand, but the it immediately stilled.

  “No.” Cade’s voice was slightly sharp. “No moving. Look at me.”

  Kyle turned his head, too desperate to be embarrassed, meeting Cade’s eyes. They were full of something hard and possessive, as if Kyle was all his and somehow this made Kyle even harder.

  “Is this what you want?” Cade said, his voice rough. He moved his hand again, agonizingly slow, flicking his thumb over the head.

  It had never been this erotic with anyone else, never been this good. Cade was hardly even touching him, yet he could feel the pleasure everywhere. Kyle’s body was so sensitive, so hot for Cade, he almost felt like the slightest movement would make him cum.

  “Yes, please, please.”

  And, suddenly, Cade got off Kyle’s body and went back to his own bed. Bewildered, Kyle actually lay there for a moment or two, wondering if he was hallucinating. He looked at Cade in confusion, who was tucking himself into bed.

  “Good night,” Cade said, smiling widely.

  The realization that Cade was planning to leave him high and dry as some sort of fucked-up revenge took a few minutes to sink in. Kyle sat up, incredulous. “Are you seriously going to bed?”

  Cade smirked. “Yes. That’s what you get for calling me old.”

  Kyle’s eyes narrowed. “How the fuck does that make sense? You’re suffering too.”

  “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one begging.”

  That was so cruel, Kyle’s jaw dropped. His cheeks flushed immediately, violently. Furious, he stormed over to Cade’s bed, throwing the bed covers off. Cade was laying calmly back, mouth smiling slightly. He raised an eyebrow at Kyle.

  Kyle’s eyes travelled down to Cade’s crotch and saw that he was still hard. He smiled. “Looks like you really are suffering.”

  But Cade didn’t seem annoyed by this. “Doesn’t bother an old soul like me.” His words were light, but his eyes were still hard.

  They looked at each other for a moment, calculating each other. Then Kyle knelt on Cade’s bed, making to straddle him. Immediately, Cade sat, checking the move. They were close now, Kyle looking down on Cade, their gazes challenging.

  Kyle wondered if Cade was actually feeling bad about it. Maybe it did bother him? Softening slightly, he raised a hand, rubbing at Cade’s cheekbone. Cade tensed at this, but didn’t move, eyes fixed on Kyle’s. “You’re not old. You still play like a dream.”

  When Kyle saw Cade’s eyes flare slightly, he knew he was right. So Cade was sensitive about his age, huh? Well, stranger things had been true. He obviously didn’t want to be 28, didn’t want to come closer to the time when he would retire.

  “Yeah, but for how long?” Cade mumbled, looking away.

  Kyle kissed the corner of Cade’s lips. “For as long as it’s meant to be.”

  Cade huffed at this. “And you call me cheesy.”

  Kyle grinned. “I’m just saying there’s no point worrying about it until you need to.”

  Cade took a deep breath, meeting Kyle’s eyes. “You’re right. It just freaks me out sometimes.”

  “You know what should freak you out?” Kyle took Cade’s hand and pressed it firmly against his own crotch. “My blue balls.”

  Cade snorted, but didn’t take his hand away. His eyes had flared slightly with interest. “Still hard for me, huh?” he smirked. The gloating expression was singularly annoying, but Kyle ignored it. Cade’s hand pressing against his dick was more of an issue now than anything else.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Kyle muttered, leaning forward to kiss Cade.

  Cade dodged Kyle, neatly turning him so he was laying flat down. He leaned over Kyle, insinuating his thigh carefully between Kyle’s legs, who spread them very willingly. “You know what was very interesting?” Cade said conversationally, as if he wasn’t pressing his body into Kyle’s crotch.

  “W-what?” Kyle said, slightly breathlessly.

  Cade leaned very close so that his lips were brushing Kyle’s. “I like you begging.”

  Kyle flushed, but his cock throbbed, jumping in his shorts as if Cade had electrified it. “I won’t beg this time.”

  Cade looked like he’d been wanting Kyle to say exactly that. Kyle cursed himself instantly as he saw Cade’s eyes light up. “I-I meant-” he blurted, wanting to undo the damage he had surely done to himself.

  But Cade shook his head, eyes warm and intent. “No, no, let me get this straight. This time around, you aren’t going to say please, right?”

  Kyle swallowed, knowing he was doomed. But he had to have some pride here, for God’s sake. He couldn’t just agree to everything. He looked at Cade, who was smiling wickedly, dimples all on show, hair flopping over his forehead.

  “I won’t say please, I won’t beg,” Kyle said firmly, lifting his chin.

  Cade’s smile was one of utter delight as if he’d been given a gift. “Mm,” he said, leaning forward to kiss Kyle. He sighed, parting his lips for Cade. They kissed slowly, Cade taking his sweet time, exploring Kyle’s mouth unhurriedly. Kyle had forgotten what it was like to just kiss. Sometimes it seemed k
issing was only a gateway to fucking, but Cade took it to another level.

  He seemed perfectly content to kiss Kyle into another year of his life, his mouth moving gently over Kyle’s, tongue making small gentle forays into his mouth. Kyle desperately wanted to squirm, but pride forced him to lay still, even though he couldn’t help himself from clenching hard at the sheets.

  Cade had been bracing himself up on his elbows, but now he sank deliciously onto Kyle. He rolled over and pulled Kyle up to him. He parted his legs under Kyle’s, allowing their bulges to rub against each other through their clothes, the sensation raw and good and not damn enough.

  Kyle gasped against Cade’s mouth, panting harshly. “Fuck,” he moaned, unable to control himself.

  Cade reached for the hem of Kyle’s shirt, pulling upwards. Impatiently, Kyle broke the kiss, allowing Cade to remove and toss the shirt away. He reached for Cade’s shirt, expecting to be stopped, but Cade smiled and let Kyle take it off.

  At the sight of Cade’s bare chest, Kyle’s breathing quickened, his cock throbbing very hard in his shorts. “I love you, I love you,” he said fervently, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

  Cade’s entire expression changed, something very soft entering into his eyes. Immediately, he pulled Kyle down, kissing him hard. Kyle was slightly embarrassed, but it vanished at feeling Cade’s fingers drifting towards his shorts.

  Cade rolled them again so he was on top, breaking the kiss. He was panting harshly now, his face tense. His eyes met Kyle’s and he smiled. “What do you want, Kyle?”

  Kyle shook his head, remembering his pride suddenly. “Nothing.”

  Cade laughed softly and Kyle was so far gone now that even this was erotic. He was feeling over stimulated. Cade had already seduced him, touched him and left him hanging and now they’d started again from the beginning and he was going crazy.

  Was Cade going to keep doing this all night? No, surely not. They had training tomorrow. It had to end at some point.

  Cade’s fingers were rubbing over Kyle’s abs slowly, exploring. Kyle sucked in a breath, tensing. Why did that feel good? Cade’s eyes met his and he smiled slowly, realizing Kyle liked it. He leaned forward, kissing Kyle just under his jaw line.

  Kyle arched his head back, letting Cade suck at the sensitive skin on his neck, letting him lick gently at a particularly pleasurable spot. Kyle shivered, his fingers tangling in Cade’s hair. Cade’s hand was drifting lower, so slow that Kyle twisted in the bed, his hand landing hard on Cade’s, trying to push it down.

  Cade flipped his hand over, catching Kyle’s. “No,” he murmured against Kyle’s skin. “You know what you have to do.”

  “Cade, Cade,” Kyle sobbed, squirming all over the bed now. His shorts were damp from sweat and precum. His cock was so painful at this point that all he could think of was relief.

  Cade’s mouth was moving lower now, licking gently at Kyle’s nipples. “Tell me what you want, Kyle.” His voice was low and he blew over one nipple.

  Kyle’s eyes were frantic, looking at Cade. “I want you.”

  Pride seemed to have vanished. Cade came up quickly, kissing Kyle deeply. His hand moved to Kyle’s bulge and he began stroking it from outside. Kyle moaned in pleasure, arching up into Cade’s hands.

  “Say it, Kyle,” Cade whispered, lips still against Kyle’s.

  “Please, Cade. Please. Fuck. Please please please,” Kyle babbled, gasping from the pleasure as Cade kept rubbing him.

  Kyle could feel Cade’s smile of triumph, but he didn’t care because finally Cade’s fingers went into his shorts. He took Kyle’s cock out and didn’t waste a second in stroking it quickly. He fisted Kyle’s cock hard, dragging the skin rapidly back and forth, not giving Kyle any time to adjust.

  It was so shockingly good, so unexpectedly fast, that Kyle couldn’t help crying out harshly. He couldn’t shut up either and started babbling on and on, swearing and professing his love and generally mumbling utter nonsense. It had never happened to him during sex, but he utterly lost control.

  Cade let him talk, kissing his neck instead. He was stroking Kyle firmly, his wrist moving like lightning. Kyle was so wet from his own fluids that pumping, slurping sounds echoes around the room.

  Kyle was finally reduced to nothing but saying Cade’s name over and over, moaning it and gasping it and sighing it until finally the pleasure peaked. Cade kissed him then, dragging his tongue over Kyle’s lower lip, sucking it hard as his hand moved even faster over Kyle’s wet cock.

  Kyle arched hard into Cade’s grasp, crying his name out against his lips so that it passed only between them, and he came all over Cade’s fingers. Shot after shot of hot cum exploded out of his cock and covered the sheets around them.

  Cade stroked him gently, drawing him down from the pleasure, still kissing his moaning mouth. When Cade lifted his head, breaking the kiss, Kyle kept his eyes closed, embarrassment overcoming him. God, he’d said quite a lot of utter bullshit. Maybe Cade would be nice and let it go?

  He opened his eyes slightly to Cade’s grinning expression. Kyle groaned. “Fuck off.”

  Laughing, Cade kissed him gently, still chuckling against Kyle’s mouth. Kyle pushed him back. “Let me take care of you.”

  Cade smiled at this, rolling onto his back. Kyle sat up, still looking a little disoriented from the orgasm. He glanced briefly at the clock and smiled. It was two minutes away from Cade’s birthday.

  Grinning now, he turned to Cade. His hands went to Cade’s shorts, divesting him quickly of it and his underwear so that Cade’s hard, leaking cock bounced out.

  Kyle met Cade’s eyes. Cade was starting to breathe very hard. Just before he sucked the head of Cade's cock into his mouth, he grinned wickedly and said, “Happy birthday, Cade.”

  Cade’s answer was a resounding moan.

  ***

  The next few days sped up quickly. Kyle was both dreading the end of the tournament and also wishing it was over. He knew that they’d have to go back to their own homes and the long distance something would have to start, at least for a little while. But he also wanted to see how they would do without having the luxury of constant access to each other.

  Would they survive it?

  He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. They were by mutual understanding no longer having sex or anything related to it. He didn’t actually know if not having sex helped his form - sometimes it did and sometimes it didn’t - but it didn’t hurt to try.

  Besides, they both would have done anything for the team. Another loss would destroy this team, especially Cade. Kyle shook his head. There was that fear again. It was starting to come back more and more, each time worse than before. He was frightened for Cade, for them, for the team.

  But they were playing so well. The semi final against Paraguay had been their best one yet. Cade had been incredible, orchestrating their entire win through his magical feet. The whole team had clicked in a way they hadn’t been able to the entire tournament.

  It had to be a good sign, right? Besides, Cade had been in an incredibly good mood since his birthday. He’d spent that day replaying a video Andrea had posted on Instagram of Sam singing happy birthday. Kyle, too, had been forced to watch it over and over again. Even Kyle had to admit the video was adorable and, as a birthday gift to Cade -the second gift - acknowledged that maybe Sam was just as cute as Jack.

  Cade had laughed at that and rolled over, kissing Kyle for long moments. It had inevitably made them both hard, but they’d both ignored that, their mutual enforced celibacy taking precedence. Besides, it was nice to kiss Cade without any expectations, like teenagers who couldn’t have sex anyway.

  Their relationship had taken a sweeter edge ever since the birthday, though Kyle couldn’t pinpoint why. He just felt like another wall had crumbled between them during that sexual interlude that night. He didn’t know what exactly, but he only knew Cade was happy, affectionate and constantly touching Kyle.

  Kyle was very pleased about this, but something in
him was also very scared. It just seemed too good to be true. He was generally an incredibly positive person, but he had always believed that if you laughed too hard, you ended up crying hard, too.

  But for now, he enjoyed this Cade. He very rarely saw Cade like this, even with Kyle. His hands were constantly brushing against him, touching his skin, holding his hand, kissing him.

  Before the match against Paraguay, Cade had kissed him lightly on his cheek. It was the first time they’d been touchy-feely in public after their relationship had started. He’d known they were generally considered an old married couple with the amount of times they were caught on camera all over each other, but this was the first time that Cade had initiated something and the first time it had happened since... that.

  And it had been so totally unexpected that Kyle had blushed like a schoolgirl. His old classmates had sent him the video, laughing so hard over Skype that Kyle had blocked them on the spot, refusing to unblock them for a few days following the incident.

  But he’d rewatched it over and over again and blushed harder and harder the more he watched. It was, of course, quite spectacularly the biggest giveaway ever, but he knew most people wouldn’t see something they weren’t actively looking for. So he’d escaped again - albeit through the skin of his teeth.

  Cade seemed oblivious to the video and never mentioned it to Kyle, and Kyle was sensible enough not to bring it up either. He had no pride when it came to Cade, but perhaps this would be taking things a little bit too far. A man needed some self respect, after all.

  But that taught Kyle a lot and, after that, he was guarded in public. It was one thing to be accused of having something with Cade when nothing was going on, but things could go spectacularly wrong if something leaked now. As it was, he was sure the hotel maids had noticed Cade’s sheets covered in cum twice, and they probably thought he was a lewd asshole, jacking off while Kyle was in the room.

  But Cade seemed not to care. He was happy and confident, playing with vigor and enthusiasm during training, though he did flag quicker than some of the other teammates. Kyle couldn’t blame him - he’d been playing every single game, all 90 minutes, for an entire season and then during the Championship.