That was Cade’s signal to add another finger and Kyle sighed, not minding the burn. He never did when he was surrounded by Cade like this, skin to skin, mouths clinging.
Cade fucked him gently for a little while with his fingers until Kyle’s hips started moving, until Kyle started riding Cade’s fingers, desperate for more.
“Please,” Kyle whispered.
Cade straightened then, hooking Kyle’s knees in his arms. He adjusted his cock against Kyle’s hole, brushing, teasing. Then when Kyle arched up, Cade sank in, filling Kyle slowly, deeply. Kyle didn’t make a sound but his lids fell, his neck arching up as he processed the sensation.
It was less painful than it had been yesterday, but damn this was a big cock. Cade began to thrust shallowly, adjusting angles until finally Kyle’s breath hitched and he arched in pleasure. Cade smiled and began to thrust in that direction, hitting Kyle’s prostate over and over.
They had cum so many times that day already that Kyle knew it would take a while this time around. Cade’s hand wrapped around Kyle’s cock and began to stroke. Kyle moaned. It was so good, almost too good. Cade’s hips were working at the same slow pace, seemingly content to make this last forever.
Cade leaned over Kyle, still moving, still hitting that spot. He began to mouth at Kyle’s shoulder, kissing the bare skin there, sucking and licking. Kyle closed his eyes, focusing on all the sensations assaulting him. Of Cade’s cock brushing his prostate, of Cade’s hand rubbing him so good, of Cade’s mouth kissing and sucking and licking.
“Fuck, yes, Cade, yes,” Kyle began to babble. He had always been more voluble than Cade in bed and now he couldn’t control himself, words spilling out of him.
Cade let him go on and on, kissing his neck, his ear, while constantly stroking his cock, constantly slamming into him.
When Kyle finally came, it came not as a sudden onrushing assault on his senses, but a slow build up of pleasure. Every time he expected it to be the peak, it kept stretching out, kept building until finally Kyle thought he’d go mad.
And, finally, finally, the pleasure crested and with one stroke down and one stroke up of Cade’s hand on his cock, Kyle was cumming and cumming and cumming. He spurted all over his stomach and felt Cade moaning and coming too inside him.
Cade rolled off of him onto his side. He then climbed out of bed, putting on his jeans. Kyle watched drowsily, a little disappointed, but wanting it anyway. When Cade had finished dressing, he came back to the bed, bent down, kissing Kyle softly.
“Good night.”
“Good night,” Kyle murmured back.
His eyelids closed before Cade had even left the bedroom.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Kyle was screamingly aware that their time left together was short. It was only a matter of days. He knew Cade would return to life in Versca and he would go to London and they’d have nothing more than texts, calls, and Skype.
It made him moody. He was usually the light-hearted one, the one who made Cade laugh, but he found himself falling increasingly silent, easily irritated by small comments and he often snapped at Cade for unimportant things.
Of course, Cade never said anything back, merely kept his expression impassive and did as Kyle asked. It made Kyle feel even guiltier and he would secretly vow not to do it again, but, inevitably, he would get angry and suddenly, he’d be saying something caustic and sarcastic.
It frustrated Kyle that Cade was being so nice. It made things worse. He wished Cade would snap back, would just retaliate. When he realized he was spoiling for a fight, he decided enough was enough. Leaving on bad terms would be much harder for him and he didn’t fully understand why his brain didn’t seem to understand this.
Impulsively, he suggested going out to dinner. Maybe being cooped up at home had affected him more than he’d thought when he was usually a person who liked being social. Cade, who liked nothing more than lying down on the couch and napping, surprisingly agreed.
He was touched that Cade was making such an effort. He was giving Kyle a lot of needed space, not being overly touchy except when they were in bed. Kyle appreciated that. He didn’t want to cuddle with Cade right now, didn’t want to feel like this was something romantic.
Cade, for his part, was cheerful and bubbly, chattering and generally trying to be entertaining. He wasn’t very good at conversation and so his faltering attempts amused Kyle, but it was sweet, nevertheless. Cade didn’t flirt - and, if Kyle didn’t spend every night under Cade, writhing in pleasure, he would have sincerely believed that Cade saw him only as a friend.
But Cade had always been very good at hiding his emotion. To the point where Kyle himself didn’t know if Cade actually had feelings for him under that cool, impassive exterior.
That added to his moodiness. Because he still loved Cade. No amount of distrust was going to change how he felt for him. And although he didn’t want to date Cade, he was still selfish and dumb enough that he wanted Cade to want him. The irrationality of that made Kyle even more irritated and he found himself wanting to pull his hair out - or play some football.
Damn, he missed football.
He vowed to go practice a little tomorrow. It’d make him feel better.
He glanced over at Cade. He had dressed in a flowery red shirt and Kyle grinned. Cade’s taste in clothes had always been, for lack of a better word, flamboyant. But it didn’t bother Kyle. Kyle focused back on the road. Cade was fiddling with the radio as Kyle drove, humming along to songs. Kyle felt something relaxing inside him, the familiar pleasure of being alone with Cade washing over him.
“I’m starving,” Cade announced.
Kyle made a noncommittal sound. He’d developed a terrible new habit of deliberately not saying much and forcing Cade to keep talking. So far, Cade had been eager to oblige, rattling on and on, but Kyle knew it wouldn’t last long. Human nature couldn’t be changed and Cade was never going to be someone who liked to natter.
But a perverse part of him enjoyed making Cade do something he didn’t like. Let him work for once. Kyle laughed out loud at how awful he was being and Cade stopped, smiling quizzically.
Kyle shook his head, winking at Cade. “Nothing, go on.”
“No,” Cade said, touching Kyle lightly on the arm. “Tell me.”
Kyle bit his lip, wondering if he dared. A wicked impulse made him grin at Cade. “I was just thinking that you’ve said more to me in the past few days than all the years I’ve known you.”
Cade laughed. “Well, I gotta impress you somehow,” he said, completely unoffended.
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” Kyle grinned.
“Yeah. I want you hot for me again.”
Kyle felt his heart fluttering. “I’m hot enough for you.”
Cade chuckled. “I meant, I want you to like me again.”
Kyle frowned, braking as they approached a red light. He waited until the car stopped and then turned to Cade. “I like you.”
Cade was still smiling, but his eyes were very serious. “No, you don’t. You love me and you’re attracted to me, but you don’t like me much right now.”
The light was still red so Kyle couldn’t escape. He looked away, staring mindlessly through the windshield. He’d never thought of it that way. But he realized it was true. He had a secret ball of resentment in his heart for Cade. He had really thought he’d forgiven Cade, but a part of him felt like swearing at Cade and throwing things at his head.
Well. That wasn’t really the definition of forgiveness now, was it?
The light turned green and Kyle accelerated slowly out of the intersection. He said quietly, “I thought I was over it, but I think I’m still angry with you.”
“Yes, you are,” Cade said cheerfully. “It’ll take some time. You thought you forgave me, but you haven’t. It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting.”
Kyle was forcefully reminded of a time when he’d told Cade he’d wait. He felt guilt rising in his chest. Was he overreacting? Did Cade deserve all th
is anger?
But the truth was, he couldn’t stop how he was feeling. Maybe this wasn’t stemming just from the aftermath of the championships. Maybe it had been years of secret anger at being taken for granted, years of always yearning and never getting, years of always being in love and being treated like an overeager puppy. It would explain why he’d been so hurt by this. Kyle wondered if Cade knew this too, if that was why he was so understanding about everything.
Luckily, before his mood started dropping, they arrived at the restaurant and Kyle handed off his keys to the valet.
***
They had mutually agreed to take a holiday from their diet, to eat whatever they wanted. Kyle felt the anticipation make him cheerful and he grinned across the table to Cade, who seemed as equally excited. Kyle laughed at them and this set Cade off, too, and for a while they couldn’t stop.
When Kyle noticed the waiter looking nervous about approaching them, he finally bit his lip, forcing himself to stop. He kicked Cade under the table and Cade immediately sobered, years of media training coming to the forefront.
But that one laugh eased something between them. It was such a small thing, but the atmosphere lightened appreciably and Kyle felt warmth rise in his chest, suddenly realizing how much he had missed their friendship.
They spent the rest of the dinner laughing and chatting and eating. Kyle ate and ate, ordering again and again even when Cade laughed and protested. But Cade ate everything Kyle ordered for him, his cheeks flushed with laughter and wine.
When they finally left the restaurant, the waiter having received what was probably the biggest tip of his life, Kyle and Cade were pleasantly drowsy with having eaten too much. Kyle was groaning, clutching his stomach.
Cade couldn’t stop laughing. “Who told you to order the cheesecake?”
Stomach aching too much to argue, Kyle made a face in response. “You ate it all,” he mumbled.
Cade grinned, taking the keys from the valet. He bundled Kyle in, who was still complaining about his stomach loudly. Cade slid into the driver’s seat, rolling his eyes affectionately. “You’re like a baby.”
Kyle ignored him. His stomach really was aching and he was starting to get a little nauseous. He closed his eyes, trying to control himself, breathing through his nose. Cade was driving and the movements of the car were only making his nausea worse.
He squeezed his eyes with his fingers, trying to think of anything but the overwhelming need to vomit. The car ride went quicker than he expected, probably because it was so late that there was hardly any traffic.
“What’s wrong?” Cade asked worriedly as he pulled into Kyle’s long driveway.
Kyle shook his head. He needed a bathroom right now. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He unlocked the front door with shaking fingers, desperate not to empty his stomach contents on the threshold. As soon as he got it open, he left unlocking the alarm to Cade and rushed to the nearest bathroom.
He vomited immediately. Cade followed him and he could feel him rubbing his back gently, soothingly. Humiliated, Kyle rubbed roughly at his mouth, straightening and flushing the toilet. He didn’t want to meet Cade’s eyes, but there was no avoiding it.
“Are you okay?” Cade asked softly, rubbing his arms.
Kyle nodded shortly, acutely aware of his breath. To his shock, Cade cupped his face and then kissed him, gently touching his lips with his own. He would have gasped in shock, but he didn’t want to blow what would surely be toxic fumes in Cade’s mouth so he kept his mouth tightly shut.
When Cade finally leaned back, Kyle pushed at his chest, desperate to rinse his mouth out. Cade obliged, letting Kyle gargle thoroughly. When he finished, turning to face Cade, he was surprised to find Cade grinning.
“Better?”
Kyle nodded, opening his mouth. But he was cut off by the gale of laughter that erupted from Cade’s mouth. Cade clutched his stomach, leaning against the doorjamb, laughing like he’d never ever stop.
Kyle glared at him, his way of escape blocked and with no witty comeback handy. He folded his arms across his chest and waited for it to peter out. But Cade continued to laugh, turning red from lack of air and eyes turning watery.
Kyle felt a smile starting to spread across his face and, reluctantly, he gave in. Huffing, he pushed at Cade. “Move.”
But Cade straightened, wiping at his eyes, a diabolical gleam in his eyes. “No, let’s stay here.” He stepped into the bathroom, locking it behind him.
Kyle felt his heart fluttering and his cock twitching in interest. Pretending to be angry, he raised his chin. “I’m not in the mood.”
Cade grinned, lounging against the door, not making any move towards Kyle.
Trying to distract himself, Kyle said, “Why’re you locking the door, anyway? Who’re you keeping out, ghosts?”
Cade seemed unperturbed by the question. “I just think it’s sexier, don’t you?”
Kyle frowned, truly confused. “What’s sexy about a locked door?”
Cade smiled lazily, his eyes warm. “I meant the thought of someone being out there. While we’re in here. Almost getting caught.”
Kyle felt his breath hitch, images suddenly filling his brain. Of the house being filled with people, the two of them stealing away for a moment, locking themselves in the bathroom, Cade bending him over, fucking him quickly while they tried to be quiet.
He was hard now, breathing quickly. He looked at Cade, trying to be impassive, but Cade himself had straightened a little, his eyes sharp, locking on Kyle’s.
“Do you think it’s sexy, Kyle?”
Cade’s voice was low, vibrating against Kyle’s skin. Kyle suppressed a shiver, trying to fight the mental images assaulting him. “Maybe,” he said, voice wavering a little.
This was one of the things Kyle found incredibly attractive about Cade. He liked to turn Kyle on with dirty conversation and, although sometimes Kyle just wished Cade would get on with it, there was something very hot about being seduced like this, without a touch, with only someone’s words.
It was incredibly frustrating, of course, but it made Kyle so hard, sometimes, it was all he could do not to jump Cade. It was taking all of his self-control now not to move across the bathroom and kiss him, but he forced himself to stay, forced himself to let Cade dictate the pace.
Cade was still leaning against the door, still making no move to go to Kyle. “Do you like me fucking you while there’s someone just on the other side of the door?”
Kyle swallowed. He met Cade’s eyes head on, his cock throbbing and pulsing in his pants. The heat between them was incredible. “Yes.”
“And maybe someone talks to you through the door, while my dick’s in your ass, while I’m fucking you.”
Kyle was almost panting. “Fuck, yes.”
“And you have to respond, but I’m fucking you so good, you can’t even say anything. So you moan a response.”
Kyle could feel it happening to him, could feel it as if it was real. Feeling like he was losing his mind, he whispered, “Cade, please.”
Cade’s eyes were intense, focused. “Do you want me to fuck you right now, Kyle?”
“Yes,” Kyle moaned in response.
“Well, I won’t.”
Stunned, Kyle stared. He felt almost disoriented by the response. Cade was smiling. “I’m going to suck your cock.”
His cock had deflated a little at Cade’s initial no, but it roared back to life with such rapidity, Kyle felt a little weak and briefly wondered if he’d lost critical blood to his crotch.
But a rational part of him had to speak up. “Wait, Cade, you don’t have to do that just because you think I’m angry with you.”
Because Kyle knew what it was like. He knew that kissing, fucking - those were much easier to handle than blowjobs. He knew that blowing a guy had a learning curve, that it required a kind of mental acceptance about the whole sex-with-a-guy thing that maybe Cade still hadn’t quite gotten. It was gritty, it was real and it was... in you
r fucking face.
He didn’t want Cade doing anything he was uncomfortable with. He didn’t want it to taint Cade’s first time. Whatever else, that part of their relationship shouldn’t be affected.
Cade rolled his eyes. “Do you like killing the mood?”
Kyle grinned. “A little, yes. Wanna turn me on again?”
Cade looked pointedly at Kyle’s crotch. “I don’t think I need to,” he said, smiling wickedly.
Kyle sighed a little. His dick would betray him at a moment like this, of course. “He’s got a mind of his own.”
Cade laughed easily. “I like his mind better than yours right now.”
Kyle huffed, feeling warmth spread through him. It had been a long time since things had been this light between them. “Well, I get say.”
Cade folded his arms across his chest. “Oh? And what’re you saying?”
“I’m saying… Suck my cock already.” Kyle felt his cheeks heat at the blunt, brazen words, but he wasn’t in the mood for games, wasn’t in the mood for being teased. He wanted release. He wanted Cade’s mouth. Right now.
Cade’s jaw had dropped. But he recovered quickly, smiling. “I will.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
Kyle stared at him, feeling himself flush in embarrassment and arousal. “Well, do it, then.”
Cade straightened, dropping his arms to his sides. His eyes were very intense. He walked slowly over to Kyle, making eye contact the whole time. Kyle felt himself swallow, his mouth suddenly dry. His cock was aching and leaking in anticipation.
When he was right in front of Kyle, their chests touching, thighs brushing, Cade stopped. He smiled. And leaned in.
Just as Kyle was closing his eyes in expectation of the kiss, he felt Cade dropping and his eyelids snapped open in confusion. Disoriented, he glanced down and saw Cade on his knees, flashing a quick grin up at Kyle.
Kyle immediately leaned against the bathroom wall, knees weakening at the sight of Cade kneeling in front of him, face turned upwards. Cade’s hands went to Kyle’s jeans, slowly undoing them. His hands were remarkably steady, methodical.
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