Unfair Game: A Gay Sports Romance Novel

by Cecelia Storm

  Kyle felt his heart speeding up in anticipation. He hadn’t had a blowjob in a long time. And the realization that it was Cade - Cade - who would be doing this for him… it made it incredible. He remembered fantasizing about this, remembered countless nights in his bed, stroking himself to the thought of Cade taking him like this.

  He was starting to breathe heavily as Cade slowly unzipped him. Cade didn’t push the jeans down, simply pulled his cock free from the boxers. And something about being fully clothed while being sucked was even hotter, almost as if they were actually pretending that they had no time, that people were waiting outside, that they had to hurry.

  Kyle found himself touching Cade’s hair gently, sifting through the soft strands. Cade glanced up briefly, meeting Kyle’s eyes as he leaned forward, enveloping the head of Kyle’s cock in his mouth. Kyle moaned at the sensation, eyes riveted to Cade’s.

  Seeing Cade do it and feeling it at the same time was overwhelmingly sensual, almost too erotic. It was so arousing Kyle wanted to cum right there and then, but he closed his eyes, desperate not to finish too quickly, to ruin Cade’s first blowjob like that.

  Cade was a little timid at first, awkward at the way he moved his mouth over Kyle’s cock. He licked tentatively, moving his tongue slowly up and down Kyle’s shaft. It wasn’t wholly pleasurable but Kyle knew this was a matter of learning too so he let Cade do it, let Cade experiment.

  Cade’s cheeks were redder than Kyle had ever seen and he wondered what must be going through Cade’s head right now. But he didn’t have time to ponder it as Cade took Kyle’s cock deep into his mouth, engulfing Kyle in warm, wet heat.

  Kyle panted, trying to stifle his moans. And suddenly, astonishingly, Cade was deepthroating him and Kyle cried out in pleasure, unable to control himself. Cade’s throat was spasming a little around him and it felt tight and hot and so good.

  Cade begin to bob on Kyle’s cock slowly after that, his mouth drooling despite himself. But Kyle couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop saying Cade’s name like it was a prayer. He was bucking his hips into Cade’s face now, being a little rough with his mouth.

  Cade braced his hands on Kyle’s hips, but allowed Kyle to fuck his mouth. He looked up at Kyle, meeting his eyes, and the image of Cade, lips stretched obscenely around Kyle’s cock was so filthy, so dirty, so fucking hot, that Kyle came.

  He moaned out loud long and low, his hips tiredly rocking into Cade’s mouth, thrusts getting slower and slower. His cum overflowed, spilling onto Cade’s chin, but Cade continued to suck, to stroke Kyle’s cock, milking it during the last few seconds of Kyle’s orgasm.

  When Kyle was finally done, when he softened, Cade pulled his mouth off and tore himself some toilet paper, wiping his face.

  They smiled at each other, Kyle drowsily and Cade affectionately. And just as Kyle was expecting a kiss, which was what he got every time they had sex, Cade instead leaned against him, burying his face in Kyle’s neck, his arms coming around Kyle’s waist.

  Surprised by it, Kyle wrapped his arms around Cade in return.

  “Tighter,” Cade whispered.

  Kyle’s throat was suddenly tight with emotion. He squeezed Cade hard, nuzzling his face and brushing kisses over the side of Cade’s head.

  “Kyle, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Kyle,” Cade said, his voice muffled against Kyle’s throat. “I never wanted to hurt you, I never meant to. I was just so out of my mind. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry-”

  Kyle hushed him, overwhelmed. “Stop, stop, baby, stop.” He tried to turn Cade’s face, but Cade resisted, burying his face even deeper against Kyle’s shoulder. So Kyle gave up, simply kissing the side of Cade’s face fiercely, and hugging him tight.

  They stood like that for a long time.

  And when they finally parted, Cade followed Kyle up to the bedroom without a word. And they slept together all night, on their own sides of the bed, fingers lightly touching.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Football had saved Kyle’s life.

  He had come from a large family and they had been, safe to say, poor. Football had been both his escape and the answer to his prayers. It had always been easy to forget with the ball at his feet, easy to forget when celebrating a goal, easy to forget when training, dribbling past defenders and scoring.

  It was still his comfort and the morning Cade left, Kyle set out for his backyard with the ball. He played for hours, sweat pouring down his back, practicing keep-ups and headers, dribbling back and forth. He played until he was exhausted, until his muscles screamed and only then did he stop, collapsing on the grass and lying flat on his back.

  He wanted to feel numb, but he was roiling with emotion. He missed Cade. They’d spent the whole week together, every waking moment and had achieved a truce of sorts, grudging or otherwise. Kyle didn’t want to relive the days in his mind, but he knew he would, over and over.

  He draped his forearm over his eyes and blew out a breath, relishing the feel of the warm ground against his back. He rolled onto his stomach, lying with his cheek on the lawn, eyes still closed, breathing in the smell of dirt and grass.

  Unbidden, images of what he’d done with Cade the night before in this very position came to his mind, and he leaped up even as his crotch tightened.

  He had to spent 8 plus hours in a private plane tomorrow to London and if this was what he had to look forward to, he was going to have a very… distracting flight, to say the least. Cursing under his breath, he moved to his kitchen, but his mind wouldn’t stop.

  Snapshots flooded his brain. Cade touching his naked thighs, Cade’s mouth moving lazily against him, a long moan, the first delicious thrust, Kyle’s head lolling on the bed as he collapsed in pleasure, crying Cade’s name over and over as he came, Cade’s kisses in the aftermath.

  By now, Kyle was so hard, he was leaking. Furious with himself, he stormed upstairs and took the coldest shower in the world.

  ***

  Cade kept Kyle amused over the next day. He had fallen asleep after his shower only to wake up to what seemed to be a million texts, all from Cade. Laughing, he scrolled through them quickly, but couldn’t keep up because Cade kept sending him new ones in between.

  Eventually, he gave up trying to read them all and instead texted back.

  How many texts?

  Cade sent one back almost instantly:

  I miss you. I can’t help it. :)

  It was incredibly cheesy, groaningly so, but it made Kyle smile from ear to ear. Unable to stop himself, he flirted back.

  How much do you miss me?

  I’d turn the plane around if I could.

  But Kyle was grinning. There was something incredibly fun about flirting with Cade in this way. Somehow, there was no anger this way, no frustrations. He could forget that he wasn’t so okay with Cade, could forget that they weren’t really dating.

  You make me cheesy. It’s all your fault.

  What did I do?

  You’re too hot.

  Kyle felt his breath hitching a little, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

  Oh really?

  Yeah. You tempt me.

  That was terrible.

  Well, it’s true. I want you. I can’t stop thinking of you.

  What’re you thinking of?

  You.

  What about me?

  Kyle curled up in bed, pulling the covers tighter around him as he waited for Cade’s response. It took some time coming, which was surprising.

  I’m on a plane.

  What?

  I’m on a plane.

  I know. You already told me that.

  So… Don’t do this to me when I’m on a plane.

  Kyle grinned, finally understanding. Filled with a sudden mischievous impulse, he texted back quickly.

  Do what to you?

  Kyle laughed out loud. He hadn’t teased Cade like this in a while.

  Stop.

  Stop what?

  I know what you’re trying to do.

  Is
it working?

  No.

  Really?

  Okay, yes. Happy?

  Kyle almost felt gleeful.

  Very. I’ll leave you to enjoy your plane ride.

  All right. I’ll text you a bit later.

  Have a safe trip!

  Thanks. :)

  Oh and Cade?

  Yeah?

  Kyle bit his lip, unsure of whether he should, flushing in embarrassment, but finally sending it anyway.

  Think about fucking me… The whole damn time, okay? Over and over again. :)

  He switched his phone off immediately, laughing, so as not to see Cade’s response. He could picture it pretty well. Cade would know he wasn’t getting the texts and he’d probably get even more furious.

  But, inevitably, he’d think of what Kyle said. It’d slip into his mind, unbidden. He’d picture fucking Kyle and he’d get hard and aroused and that made Kyle happy, the sadistic bastard that he was.

  ***

  The first week was the hardest. Kyle found himself missing Cade like crazy, constantly reaching his phone to text about something that reminded him of Cade. It seemed Cade was in the same kind of situation because he kept texting back at the same pace.

  They called for hours, talking and talking. But, occasionally, when things got too tender or romantic, Kyle got scared and iced Cade out for hours. When he messaged or called Cade again after one of these cold spells, Cade was always a little subdued, no doubt hurt, but he made no mention of Kyle’s hot-and-cold behavior.

  Kyle was aware that what he was doing was wrong. Because he knew how Cade felt. Cade, on the other hand, had been blissfully oblivious for years and years. But he couldn’t help it. He was scared of getting hurt again, of getting broken by Cade in a way that he couldn’t ever recover from.

  Until the fight.

  It was frightening to Kyle how he didn’t even see it coming, how it blindsided him. He had iced Cade again and this time when he texted Cade again, there was no reply. It worried Kyle, made him feel both guilty and angry in a self-protective way. But as the hours went by, he got more and more frustrated, upset to the point where he couldn’t even concentrate.

  Agitated, he tried calling, but there was no reply. Furious with himself, he tossed the phone and went to take a cold shower just to calm himself down. But his mind was whirling too much and it felt like something was under his skin. He just couldn’t relax.

  When he came back to the living room, he went to his phone, heart pounding in anticipation. And to his utter relief, there was a text and a missed call from Cade.

  Call me again. We need to talk.

  It was, of course, the worst four words any human could read. Heart pounding even harder now, stomach swooping sickly, mind filling with every possible terrible scenario that could have ever happened, he took a deep breath and called Cade.

  Cade picked up on the third ring. His voice was a little muffled and Kyle could hear voices in the background shouting and music blaring. He felt his heart sink a little and couldn’t identify exactly what the emotion was until he realized it was jealousy.

  “Hey, one second,” Cade said to Kyle. There were more noises and suddenly all the sounds in the background almost disappeared as if Cade had turned down the volume.

  “Sorry, I went into the bedroom,” Cade continued breathlessly. “Some of the guys came over after training.”

  “Who’s there?” Kyle said, both dreading the answer and also dying to know.

  “Drake, Raphael, Landon, Nolan, Gerry, and Mason.”

  There it was. Why was it only Nolan’s name that bothered him? Maybe because he was always dry-humping Cade on live television? Or maybe because he was always holding out his arms to Cade who ran into them and, to add insult to injury, he’d then pick Cade up and lift him off his feet?

  Was that really necessary?

  This wasn’t a damn romcom, it was a fucking football game. No one had to behave like they hadn’t seen each other in years. He’d had less exciting reunions with girlfriends. Or even with his ex-wife.

  He didn’t trust Nolan. Not one bit. There was something positively devious in that man’s eyes. He was too proprietary with Cade, too possessive, too touchy-feely. His hands roamed Cade freely and it was fucking unacceptable.

  Why did Cade allow it? Kyle couldn’t understand it. Cade seemed perfectly happy to leap into Nolan’s arms, perfectly happy to roll around on the grass with him-that goal celebration had done something to Kyle-perfectly happy to loft pass after perfect pass to the stupid light-eyed Brazilian boy.

  And he was a boy. It was almost inappropriate.

  Kyle sighed. He was getting carried away. He’d met Nolan a few times and the guy seemed perfectly nice, but he just couldn’t like him. He never would.

  He forced himself to come back to the conversation at hand. Cade hadn’t even noticed that he hadn’t responded because he was too busy laughing at something happening on his end and Kyle fought hard not to get angry.

  But the ugly jealousy was rising up in him, swallowing every good feeling he had. He wanted to hurt Cade too now, make him feel as bad as Kyle was feeling.

  “You seem busy. We can talk later,” he forced himself to say nicely, fighting against the impulse to say something nasty.

  “No,” Cade said, laughter still in his voice. “These guys are just-” he laughed again, distracted. “Get out of my room! NOLAN, NO!”

  And suddenly the call was disconnected.

  Kyle had never felt the kind of anger he did in that moment. It was harrowing, almost painful, so black that it spilled out of him and he started to sob. He dropped his face into his hands and cried, the emotion more a response to being overwhelmed with fury than actual sadness.

  His phone vibrated in less than a minute and by that time, Kyle was in a maelstrom of emotion, out of control and shaking. “Cade, we can talk later,” he said abruptly, his voice trembling a little, but still reasonably strong.

  “Kyle, no, I kicked them out,” Cade said, voice jovial and light. He hadn’t sensed Kyle’s foul mood yet.

  “You didn’t have to,” Kyle said, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “You could have talked to your friends.”

  “No, I want to talk to you,” Cade said, voice still light.

  “You don’t have to force yourself.” Kyle winced. He wanted desperately to stop himself, but he seemed to be on a rampage.

  “I’m not forcing myself,” Cade said firmly. But his voice was slightly wary now as if he was starting to realize that all was not right. “You okay?”

  “Peachy.”

  “Peachy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Kyle, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” Cade asked, voice soft.

  “Not at all.” Kyle forced a laugh. “You don’t have to stay here being bored by me. You can have fun with your friends. Nolan and all of them.”

  Cade was silent for a few seconds. “I want to talk to you. I said that,” he said quietly.

  Kyle fiddled with his nails for a little while. “Well, I’m just saying. You don’t have to be polite for me,” he said jokily.

  “What’s the matter with you? How many times do I have to say I want to talk to you?” Cade snapped.

  “Do you really, Cade? Then why didn’t you reply for so long?” Kyle said, voice rising sharply.

  Cade laughed, the sound low and a little cruel. “Seriously? When you do this to me all the time?” His voice was mocking and Kyle felt doubly hurt by it.

  “Fine, then. Go have fun with your buddies. You don’t have to talk to me at all!”

  One part of Kyle’s brain was very aware that he was acting like a moron. Like an over sensitive, childish moron. But he couldn’t stop himself. The thought of Nolan in Cade’s bedroom was so infuriating it made Kyle want to hit something.

  “For someone who didn’t want to be anything more than friends, you’re acting like a fucking clingy boyfriend right now.” Cade’s words were almost casually uttered and
it made Kyle angrier that Cade was so good at controlling himself.

  “You’re such an asshole, you know that,” Kyle burst out, his hands shaking.

  “You’re the one who keeps telling me to go be with my friends when I keep saying I want to talk to you. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cade returned and Kyle was finally pleased to detect a slight note of anger.

  “It’s pretty clear you have more fun with them.”

  “Are you serious? Should I be crying when I’m with them?” Cade’s voice was incredulous and Kyle could picture the look on his face. “What do you want from me, Kyle? Just tell me. I’ll do it. But I need to know.”

  “I don’t want anything.” Kyle was suddenly overwhelmed with an incredible feeling of sadness. He sat down on the couch abruptly, pressing his fingers to his eyes, his head throbbing nauseatingly.

  There was a long silence. And then Cade’s voice came back, wavering, tired, “I thought so. When you figure it out, let me know.”

  “What does that mean?” Kyle sat up, eyes popping open, his heart pounding in fear.

  “I can’t do this, Kyle. I get that you’re angry, that you’re confused. I get it all. But this is much more than you being angry with me. There’s something else. You’re scared to be with me. You’re using your anger as an excuse.” Cade’s voice was so quiet, Kyle had to strain to hear the words.

  “Fuck you, don’t tell me how I feel,” Kyle blurted, panicking.

  “Do you know how you feel, Kyle? I’m tired. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone running. You did it before too. Before the Championship final,” Cade returned, his voice soft.

  “That was different,” Kyle said, voice unsure and thready.

  “Was it? I don’t think so. There’s a common theme here. You keep saying you love me more than I love you, but I’m always the one chasing you, Kyle.” And suddenly, Cade’s voice cracked. The fact that he had done this to Cade so upset Kyle that tears sprang to his eyes. “If you’re too scared to be with me, there’s nothing that I can do to convince you.”

  “Cade, please-” Kyle’s voice was desperate, the plea heartfelt, but he had nothing to say. Fear was buzzing in his head, panic that he was going to lose Cade.