He could feel Cade hard against his own thigh. The thin material of their pajamas left nothing to the imagination. Cade’s mouth was hard and hot against him and Kyle felt himself continuously buck up into Cade’s thigh, aching for more. He was throbbing and leaking and so fucking ready.
When Cade broke the kiss, gasping, Kyle, who was in no mood for foreplay, could only murmur, “Lube, lube.”
Cade cursed, clambering off. Kyle rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into Cade’s velvet couch, trying desperately to calm himself down while he waited for Cade to fetch the lube. His cock pressed hard into the velvet cushions and it was both painful and incredible.
Somehow the wait made it hotter and he felt himself get more and more aroused at the thought of what was going to happen in a few minutes. When he felt Cade’s hand brushing his shoulder, he made to roll on his back, utterly desperate for Cade now, but Cade stilled him.
“No. Stay like that.”
Kyle shut his eyes tightly, almost moaning in anticipation. When he felt Cade’s hands pulling his pants down, he lifted his hips and Cade drew his boxers down too in one swift motion. He could hear Cade’s breathing louder than usual and the sound aroused him.
“Please,” he whispered.
He felt Cade’s hand tightening around his thigh in response. He could hear Cade moving around and when Cade brushed his ass gently, saying, “Kneel, Kyle,” he did so immediately.
He felt vulnerable, laid open, and so achingly hard for Cade, his cock almost brushing his stomach. He felt Cade’s finger rub gently around his entrance and, for once, Kyle didn’t complain about how slow Cade was going. The anticipation made it hotter and when Cade’s first lubed finger stretched him slowly, finally, he felt every tiny centimeter as it moved inside him. He let out a long low moan at that first touch.
Nothing could beat that first touch, that first thrust, that first entry. The dark pain and pleasure of it, the stretching and the utter eroticism, no subsequent thrusts could match it for sheer beauty, sheer raw sensation.
And so Kyle savored it, let his eyes fall shut, let his mind close down to everything but Cade’s finger giving him everything he’d wanted for days, weeks. He concentrated on that finger as if it were a lifeline, as Cade found a rhythm, pumping in and out slowly.
Kyle waited and waited, but Cade seemed content to fuck Kyle with one finger forever so finally Kyle gasped, “Please, Cade.”
So Cade obliged, gradually adding another finger, the stretch both painful and making Kyle harder. Kyle rode his fingers almost instinctively, his breaths coming as sighs as he felt Cade’s oiled fingers slide smoothly in and out of him, scissoring, stretching Kyle.
He brushed Kyle’s prostate only after a while, whether because he was teasing Kyle or because he had forgotten where it was, Kyle didn’t know.
The pleasure of it surprised him, almost as if his body had forgotten how good it could be. He arched his spine in reaction, catching his breath sharply. Cade’s fingers stilled too, but then he kept moving inside, taking care to touch his prostate each time.
It was getting intensely pleasurable now and Kyle wanted to give in, wanted to reach under his body and pump himself into a lazy, achingly good orgasm. But he wanted to come with Cade and so he waited, waited for Cade to stretch him out.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he gasped Cade’s name. “Please, Cade, take me, please.”
Cade’s hand came to rest on Kyle’s spine. Kyle took a deep breath, willing his body to relax as Cade slowly removed his fingers. Kyle felt his asshole clench in response and he moaned in embarrassment, cheeks flushing with even more color.
But then he felt Cade cock brush his hole. He began to breathe harder, the anticipation making his skin prickle. And when Cade slowly sank in, Kyle bit his lip, squeezing his eyes tight.
It was more painful than Kyle had remembered and he gritted his teeth. The first few thrusts made Kyle deflate a little and he felt himself get a little anxious at the pain. But then Cade started to brush his prostate with every slow thrust and Kyle started relaxing.
And it started to feel - oh.
It was starting to feel good. Kyle bit his lip, trying not to moan as Cade began to move just that tiny bit faster, his pumps just a little harder. Kyle’s head dropped, his world reduced only to sensation - Cade’s cock in and out, sending zings of pleasure as it brushed again and again against his g-spot.
When Cade grinded against him, Kyle let out the moan he’d been holding. He was a mess after that, murmuring Cade’s name in increasingly louder tones, gasping and crying out. Cade used his signature move: moving so little that it was continuous pressure, constant stimulation, constant sensation. It sent him into a haze of pleasure.
And when Cade’s hand finally came to touch him, pumping his cock slowly, Kyle almost whimpered.
It didn’t take many strokes before Kyle was panting. Cade’s hand was hot on his even hotter cock, stroking the skin firmly, dragging it back and forth wetly, noisily. He cried Cade’s name almost like a mantra, saying unintelligible things.
When he came, it was all Cade: Cade’s hand moving faster and faster, Cade thrusting inside him firmly, Cade leaning down and mouthing against his neck. It was incredibly good, his cock pulsing and erupting into Cade’s hands.
He shuddered, feeling like he couldn’t stop coming, couldn’t stop spurting. He collapsed after and Cade thrust a few more times before coming too, murmuring Kyle’s name.
Cade nudged him to turn over and Kyle did weakly, tiredly. And as Cade kissed him, their mouths soft against each other, just gently touching, Kyle felt emotion choke his throat.
“I love you,” he whispered against Cade’s lips.
“I love you more,” Cade whispered back, kissing Kyle hard.
And Kyle’s last thought before he drifted off to sleep was that it was going to be okay.
World Championship Game, 1 year later
Kyle stood in the center of the field, panting, with his hand on his knees. He could barely see through the dense school of players around the opposing team’s goal. He held his breath as Mason kicked the ball hard towards the center, and gasped as Cade launched his body upward. With one swift motion, he beadbutted the ball into the large net, grazing the goalie’s fingertips. They’d won.
The stadium erupted around them, and Kyle felt the applause vibrating inside his chest. There was a warmth there, too. Joy and pride for the man he loved swelled within him. He locked eyes with Cade from across the field, and everything seemed to fall way. Tears filled his eyes as Cade ran towards him, a huge smile across his face.
They collided, and Cade held him so tight Kyle was sure they’d never be able to pull apart again.
“Kyle, baby, Kyle we did it!” Cade said into his neck.
“I love you, Cade-”
Kyle had barely finished the words before Cade’s lips were on his. His mouth was hot and salty as sweat streamed down their faces. Even with their eyes closed, Kyle could see the light in Cade’s eyes.
Click. Click. Click.
With the sound of cameras flashing all around them, Kyle panicked and pulled back.
“Cade,” he whispered. “We… we’re in public! Everyone is watching, everyone can see!”
“And let them,” Cade said. “That goal was for you. This win was for us.”
Kyle felt tears running down his cheeks and his knees buckled. He fell to the ground with Cade on top of him. And there Cade kissed him again, sloppily and freely and in front of the whole world. Their team was yelling and cheering and screaming in a circle around them. They pulled them both up and threw them onto their shoulders.
“We’re on top of the world!” Cade yelled at him. He grabbed Kyle’s hand, and they were tossed up and down in the air in celebration.
Once their feet were on the ground again, Cade turned to Kyle and said, “I’ll be right back. Wait right here.” He kissed Kyle’s hand and disappeared into the thick crowd around them.
K
yle hugged and kissed his teammates and smiled for a few cameras, though all they seemed to keep asking about was that kiss. Everything was a blur, and he wasn’t even sure this was all real.
Suddenly he felt a body slam into him.
“Mason!” he said. “Are you… crying?”
Mason loosened his hug around Kyle. “We fucking won! And that’s not even the best part!”
“What?” Kyle yelled. “I can’t hear you!”
Mason smirked, and Kyle knew he was up to something. He went in a circle around Kyle, pushing people back, whispering into their teammates’ ears as they began helping. Soon Kyle was standing alone in the center of the field inside a circle Mason and the team created. He looked around at the hundreds of people storming the field, pushing against the barricade of his fellow champions, and the tens of thousands of screaming fans filling the stadium.
Suddenly a huge roar exploded from every corner of the field and stadium, almost blowing Kyle over. It was even louder than the cheer for the winning goal.
“What the fuck is going on?” he yelled at Mason, his hands on his ears.
“Look behind you, you idiot!”
Kyle spun around, and there was Cade, down on one knee in the center of the field. He was panting, sweating, covered in dirt, and had the biggest, cheesiest smile Kyle had ever seen. He raised a small box towards and Kyle and popped it open. Stadium lights and camera flashes gleamed against the bright, platinum band now shimmering up at him.
Kyle choked and put his face in his hands. His chest heaved and he felt like he would never be able to breath again. He trembled as he peeked between his fingers to make sure what he’d just seen was real.
And it was. Cade was still there, beaming.
Cade didn’t need to say any words. His eyes said it all. Kyle felt it between them, all the late night conversations of their dream life together, visions of Sam and Jack kicking a ball around in their backyard, all of them going to dinner as a family, the hot sex they’d have after putting the kids to bed. The places they’d travel and all the memories they’d build together, it all seemed to boil down to this moment.
Kyle nodded.
Cade threw himself up into Kyle’s arms, and the crowd rushed in around them. It was as if everyone had forgotten that they’d just won the World Cup. Their team simply hugged and kissed them, screaming things like ‘It’s about fucking time!’ and ‘This is too awesome!’
Kyle had no idea how long they stood there in each other’s arms. It felt like days, and he never wanted it to end.
But worrisome thoughts trickled into his brain. Was this going to affect their careers? Would Cade lose sponsorships and titles and trophies? Would they get hate mail? Would their kids be tormented at school? He melted into Cade’s warm chest.
“I love you, Kyle,” Cade said into his ear.
Kyle hugged him tighter, and, without a hint of doubt, knew everything was going to be okay.
Author Notes
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