

Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
About the Author

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Out of Bounds
Copyright © 2008 by T. A. Chase
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Out of Bounds
T.A. Chase
Thanks to my CPs. Your help made this story better. To my awesome editor, thank you for seeing my mistakes and making them disappear. To Anne, the cover goddess, you always manage to bring my guys to life. And to C, through all the years, you've stood by me and encouraged me. Thank you.
Kasey Johnson leaned against his doorframe, fumbling with the keys in his pocket. A road trip this early in the season always wore him out. The team had headed up to Salt Lake City and over to the West Coast, ending in L.A., before heading home to Phoenix. He looked forward to finding his bed and sleeping. As he managed to slide his key into the lock, the door jerked opened.
"About time you got here." His twin brother stood in the doorway.
"I'm not in the mood, Garrett." Kasey dragged his ass inside the apartment, dropping his duffle bag on the floor next to the couch, and fell face first onto the cushions.
"You're always like this during the season. I've never understood why you play basketball if you feel like shit after every game." Garrett slapped Kasey's ass as he walked to the kitchen.
"I'm good and I enjoy playing. I just don't like the road trips." He turned his head to look at his brother. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you and Rich were visiting his parents this week."
"Ah, yeah, well." Garrett frowned.
"You broke up." Kasey pushed his aching body up. "How many times has it been?"
"Four, but we're not counting. He took off and I decided to stay here. We need time away from each other." Garrett sighed, leaning against the counter and running a hand through his hair.
"Why do you keep getting back together? All you do is fight and break up." Kasey thought about standing up, but his knees protested and he settled back against the cushions. "Can you bring me some water?"
"Sure." Garrett grabbed a bottle out of the fridge and tossed it to him.
He caught it, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "Are you going to answer me? You two never fought this much before you made it big."
Garrett frowned down at the fancy black leather dress shoes he wore. "I know. I don't think Rich wants to be a Hollywood wife. It was fun to talk about when it didn't seem very likely it'd happen. Now it's a reality and he's getting upset with the fact I'm in the tabloids all the time. As one of the few openly gay actors, I'm far more interesting than the other guys."
"Add to the fact your twin brother is a starting point guard on a pro basketball team and you're a tabloid reporter's wet dream." Kasey twisted the cap off the bottle and took a drink. "What are you doing here?"
"Take a shower and get dressed. We're going out."
Garrett's chin stuck out and Kasey knew there was no point in arguing. He'd go out, have a drink and hope some of Garrett's friends would show up to distract his twin, so he could come back home and sleep. "I hate you. You do realize that, don't you?"
Garrett gave him a quick hug as Kasey made his way past him down the hall way to his bedroom. "I know you do. Thanks."
Kasey shut the bedroom door and leaned against it with a sigh. He didn't want to go out. He tried to avoid doing anything besides staying home during the season. Most of his time was taken up by basketball. He didn't have the energy to be social. Also, being gay and playing professional sports didn't mix well. More like oil and water. He'd learned to be lonely most of the time. He'd come out to his family and close friends at the same time Garrett had. He wasn't out to the public yet. Never found any guy he considered worth the trouble of constant scrutiny from the public and his own teammates.
Stripping, he tossed his suit on the bed and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the water, climbed in, and let the hot spray beat down on his aching muscles. There was a bruise on his thigh where an opposing player landed the night before. Reaching for the shampoo, Kasey scrubbed his hair.
It was his first full season as a starter and after each game he felt like he'd been in a war. He braced his hands against the tiles and lowered his head, allowing the suds to cascade over his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the pounding of the shower.
"Are you done yet?" Garrett's voice came from the other side of the shower curtain.
"Yeah. I'll be right out."
Kasey shut off the water, toweled down and got dressed. He checked out his reflection in the mirror. His black slacks fit his ass well. He didn't go in for "tighter than a glove" clothing. Wasn't into showing that much of his body off. Not after running up and down the court in a tank top and shorts all night. A dark blue button-down shirt completed the outfit. He slipped on a pair of dress shoes. Dark circles under his eyes attested to his lack of sleep, but he figured no one would really pay much attention to him with Garrett around and he liked it that way.
A splash of cologne and he headed out to where his brother waited for him. Garrett was dressed in black leather pants leaving nothing to the imagination and a tight mesh shirt. Kasey laughed. No matter how much alike they looked, they couldn't be more different. Garrett was flamboyant and interested in everyone around him while Kasey was introverted. Garrett looked at him and grinned. "Come on. We'll go to the Liverpool. There'll be a ton of straight people there, so you won't get harassed for being in a gay club."
"Thanks for understanding." Kasey grabbed his keys and wallet, locking the door behind him.
"No problem, bro. Hollywood is more accepting of gay leading men, but it doesn't mean the rest of the world will be as open." Garrett flipped open his phone. "I'll call Quentin. He's bored waiting around for me. Letting him drive us to the club will give him something to do besides guarding me. Samantha and Tina are going to meet us there with a few friends."
Kasey nodded, but didn't comment. Sam and Tina were two of their closest friends, plus they knew about Kasey as well and weren't opposed to playing his girlfriend if he needed one. They'd all been friends since high school. He wouldn't feel bad about leaving Garrett with them when he decided to call it a night.
"Why take a car when it's only a couple blocks to the club?" He followed Garrett to the elevator.
"I can't be seen walking up to the club. Big stars don't walk places." Garrett shook his head at him.
"Stars who aren't complete assholes and don't think too highly of themselves do." Kasey jabbed an elbow into his brother's side.
"You're right, but I don't feel like walking and being stopped in the street by rabid fans. Yours, not mine. It's not like you don't stick out." Garrett winked at him.
The only differences between them were their eye color and weight. They stood six-five, but Kasey weighed in at around two hundred pounds. At one hundred and eighty pounds, Garrett was several pounds lighter. Kasey's eyes were a darker green, moss colored, and Garrett's were grass green. It was their stunning platinum blond hair and green eyes that had gotten them named two of People's 50 Sexiest People. It helped they were twins and both famous in their chosen professions.
"Genetics. What can I say? I got the looks and you got the talent." Kasey smirked.
They laughed as Garrett punched him.
"The car's here. Let's go."
Kasey felt his exhaustion lift. Maybe his brother was right. Relaxing with friends might be what he needed to unwind from the grueling road trip.
"Garrett Johnson just arrived, boss."
Ingram Fletcher turned from his study of the security cameras to face his club's manager, Bo. "You know what to do. Clear out the V.I.P. room and make sure you put Tim and Roger in there as waiters. Cecil and Alex can be security."
He fought back the surge of anticipation rushing to his groin. Trying to keep a casual tone in his voice, he asked, "Did his brother come with him?"
Bo's black eyes gleamed with understanding. "Yes, he did. The team got back from their road trip this afternoon, I believe."
Gram grunted. "Go get everything ready."
Bo nodded with a smirk and left. Gram shook his head. That was the problem with hiring his best friend as manager of his club. The man knew him too well. He couldn't hide his interest in Kasey Johnson from Bo. Moving to the control panel, he brought up the camera covering the V.I.P. lounge.
There he was. Kasey Johnson stood head and shoulders above the other members of his brother's party. His spiky blond hair glowed under the dim lights. Gram knew how Kasey's green eyes held a mischievous sparkle not many people got to see. It was only in the presence of his twin brother, Garrett, Kasey let his true personality show. Gram adjusted his erection in his jeans, trying to find more room. Something about the younger man turned Gram on to the point where he'd have to go to his office and jerk off sometime during the night. It'd been a while since he'd met any man who could do that to him.
Kasey glanced around the room and Gram knew the blond was looking for him. Every time Garrett dragged Kasey to Liverpool, Gram made it a point to go and talk to the basketball star. He didn't know if Kasey shared his brother's sexual preferences. Gram wouldn't push him if Kasey wasn't ready to come out or if the man was as straight as his brother was queer. He enjoyed their friendship while wishing he'd get some sign of which side Kasey played on. Then maybe he could get started fulfilling his fantasies or finding some other gorgeous man to take Kasey's place.
Gram gave his cock a thump, hoping the pain would get it to behave and settle down. Thank God the room was dark, so Kasey wouldn't be able to see the hard-on tenting his jeans. His hand scraped over his chin and he frowned. He needed a shave. Shit. He was acting stupid. Kasey didn't care whether he'd shaved or not, and it wasn't like he'd have to worry about marking the guy's face up with his beard.
"Get over yourself," he muttered as he headed out of the security office and toward the V.I.P. lounge.
Gram nodded to employees and regular customers as he weaved his way around the dance floor and up the three steps that raised the V.I.P. lounge above the rest of the crowd. Cecil and Alex, the security guards, unhooked the velvet rope and he slid in, trying not to search out Kasey.
The V.I.P. lounge at Liverpool was furnished with large couches and low tables. The fabrics were velvet, silk and satin. Leather trimmed chairs were scattered around as well. There was a private bar and bartender, serving up the special guest's favorite drinks. Usually Gram had more warning that a V.I.P. was coming and he stocked the bar, but he knew Garrett wouldn't hassle him. For all his flamboyant antics, Garrett Johnson was pretty down-to-earth. Maybe Kasey helped keep his brother from getting an inflated ego. Though Gram admitted to himself that if Garrett wasn't in a mostly committed relationship and if Gram wasn't hung up on the man's brother, he would have made a play for the actor a long time ago.
There was a small, intimate dance floor in the lounge if the clients didn't feel like heading out to the crowded one on the lower level. He saw several of the hangers-on who followed Garrett around, already dancing and drinking up a storm. A voluptuous brunette wiggled up to Gram and gave him a hug.
"It's great to see you, Gram." She kissed his cheek and winked.
"Tina. How are you?" He kissed her back while keeping a discrete eye out for one tall blond.
"I'm fine and Kasey's in the back on the couch. Garrett dragged him out when all he wanted to do was crash."
He flushed. Maybe he hadn't been as subtle about his interest as he thought. "Am I that obvious?"
"No, I'm observant. You usually don't make an appearance to greet us until later in the night when it's just us and Garrett. I've seen you smile at Kasey. You like him." Tina's dark eyes were serious as her whispered words reached his ears under the driving dance music.
"Yes, I do." He didn't see the need to deny it. "But I'm not making a move if he isn't into the scene, sweetheart. No need to hurt either of us."
She gave him a bright grin and another smile. "I think you might be surprised."
Frowning, he watched her walk away. What did her comment mean? Gram didn't get a chance to think about it before he was caught in a tight hug.
"Gram, love, I'm thrilled you came down to say hi." Garrett smiled at him.
Unlike Kasey's smile, Garrett's was bright and practiced. It was patently false for the most part, except this time Gram could see it reached his eyes.
"Had to say hello to my best client." He waved a hand around at the milling throng of people. "You're the only person I know who can throw an impromptu party and still manage to round up hundreds of people."
Garrett leaned in, pressing his lips to Gram's ear. "I don't know who half of them are."
Gram pulled back, searching Garrett's face. "Do you want me to get rid of the crashers?"
He would. He prided himself on being able to give any client what he or she was looking for. A good time without being bothered by fans.
Garrett shook his head, eyes gleaming. "No. Might find someone interesting in the crowd."
Garrett's green eyes were a brighter shade than Kasey's and more able to hide what the actor was thinking. Gram couldn't tell if Garrett was looking or simply trying to get a rise out of him.
"Okay. Be careful and remember, let me or Bo know if you want the lounge cleared out."
"Will do, man." A sincere smile blossomed on Garrett's face. "Kasey's hiding in the back."
"Fuck. Have I been that fucking obvious?" He glared at Garrett.
Garrett chuckled. "Not really. You prefer to talk to him instead of me. Can't blame you. He's far more interesting than I am."
"Maybe I like the fact he's a little less sure of himself," Gram mumbled.
Garrett brushed a kiss over Gram's cheek and murmured, "Go talk to him. You'll have to approach him. He won't take a chance."
"Thanks." Gram couldn't figure out why everyone was giving him advice and hints. Was something going on he didn't know about? He thought he'd been more subtle in his attraction to Kasey. He hoped it hadn't caused the younger man any embarrassment.
Making his way to the back, he grabbed a bottle of water from Tim as the young waiter went by. Gram took a swig, trying to wet his dry mouth. His mind raced. Should he make a move and see how Kasey reacted, or should he keep their relationship the same as always and not risk ruining it?
He stopped and smiled. Kasey sat, curled up in the corner of the couch. His blond head lay on the back cushion, and the young man was sound asleep. Kasey's body was mostly made up of his legs. There had been more than one night Gram had fallen asleep and dreamed about them wrapped around his waist as he rode Kasey's tight ass. Swallowing a moan, Gram sat down next to Kasey and placed his hand on the knee closest to him.
Kasey shot up when he felt a touch on his knee. Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he grimaced. The trip must have worn him out more than he thought if he could fall asleep in the middle of a dance club with pounding music blaring in his ears. The hand squeezed and he glanced over to see long, elegant fingers resting on his knee. A simple, silver ring encircled the middle finger.
His gaze trailed up a well-muscled arm covered by a deep red silk sleeve. It connected to wide shoulders and a lightly furred chest displayed in magnificent splendor by the tailored shirt the man wore. Without thinking, he reached out, stroking his fingers down the arm to entangle with the digits on his knee. Wide-eyed, he looked up to see Ingram Fletcher, the owner of Liverpool, smiling at him.
"You should have stayed home, Kasey." Gram's tone held concern.
"Couldn't. Garrett wanted to go out." Kasey tried to ignore the fact he still held Gram's hand and when he tried to pull his hand away, Gram wouldn't let go.
Gram reached out and ran a thumb over Kasey's cheek. "You didn't need to come. Garrett's a big boy. He can entertain himself."
Kasey's cock twitched, enjoying the roughness of Gram's skin on his. He flushed. "I know, but Rich took off and Garrett's depressed."
Gram nodded over to where Garrett was dancing, wrapped around a dark-haired twink. "He looks like he's managed to shake off the depression. You want a drink?"
He shook his head. "I'll have some of your water, if that's all right. I don't drink."
The bottle was handed over and Kasey took a sip. He rested his head on the cushion again, watching the crowd dancing in front of him. His thumb continued to stroke over Gram's knuckles. His eyelids drifted closed.
"Come here."
Kasey shifted and leaned against Gram's warm body. He encircled Gram's waist with his arms and sighed. The nightclub's owner smelled of smoke, whiskey and man. Kasey buried his nose in the crook of Gram's neck and sniffed.
"This might not be smart," Gram said, "but I have to kiss you."
Gram's hands tangled in Kasey's hair and tipped his head back slightly. He stared in surprise as Gram's face moved closer to his and their mouths met in a soft kiss. Gasping, he shivered with pleasure while Gram nibbled on his bottom lip. He kept his arms around Gram's waist, clasping them together at the man's lower back. Lust swamped him, causing his eyes to close and his mouth to open, allowing Gram's tongue to sweep inside.
Gram tasted of whiskey and smoke. Kasey never thought he'd find those particular flavors intoxicating, but maybe it was more the man than the taste turning him on. Gram tugged on his hair, encouraging him to lean back without breaking their connection. Soon his back made contact with the leather couch and Gram was lying on top of him.
It had been too long since he'd felt the warmth and solidness of a male body pressed to his. He arched his hips, pushing their groins together. His tongue dueled with Gram's, stroking and thrusting, learning the man's mouth. Kasey became lost in the sensations of pleasure and passion.
Gram moved an inch away, tilted Kasey's head in a different direction and dove back into the kiss, taking it deeper than before. Kasey's groan rumbled in the back of his throat. His hands cupped Gram's firm ass and squeezed in rhythm with the thrust of their tongues and hips.
Tingling in his spine and the ache in his cock told him his climax was close. It had been over a year since he'd come with another man. He wouldn't last much longer.
Applause broke through the haze and he stiffened. Gram backed off the instant Kasey tensed. Shock iced through Kasey's body when he remembered where they were. Shit. He was making out and dry humping the male owner of a nightclub in said nightclub. Fuck. He wasn't doing a great job keeping his love life private. He was screwed if any reporters or enterprising would-be paparazzi caught sight of them. Gram sat up and helped him regain his former sitting position.
Kasey glanced around, trying to see if anyone was watching them. The back section of the V.I.P. lounge was bathed in shadows, which was why he'd fallen asleep back there in the first place. He hoped no one peered too closely at the couple on the couch.
Gram cradled Kasey's cheek in his hand, brushing a shaky thumb over Kasey's swollen bottom lip. "I'm sorry, baby. I know I shouldn't have kissed you here, but you're fucking beautiful. I never could resist temptation."
Kasey sucked the tip of the thumb into his mouth, licking the salty skin. Gram groaned and Kasey smiled.
He said, "It's all right." His gaze dropped to his lap. "I'm glad you did."
His low voice caused Gram to lean in to hear him.
"I would have done it sooner, but I wasn't sure if you were into guys or just here to support your brother." Gram stood, offering a hand out to help Kasey from the couch.
Kasey climbed to his feet. He flushed as Gram's chocolate brown gaze looked him up and down, lingering on the bulge at his groin. Shifting, he tried to free his hand from Gram's grip.
"I've been into guys since I was fifteen. I figured it out the same time Garrett did. I just didn't go public with it. It isn't anyone else's business and it's safer for me to be private about it." Kasey took a step closer to Gram, bending down to whisper in his ear, "You've starred in several of my late-night fantasies."
Gram grinned at Kasey and turned, pulling him along. "Come with me. We'll go somewhere safer."
Instead of taking Kasey toward the front of the lounge, Gram led him to a door hidden in the wall on the far side of the room. Kasey hesitated, looking behind him to make sure no one saw him leave with Gram. Garrett watched them. His brother gave him a wink and waved a hand in a shooing motion. He chuckled.
"I promise you'll never be outed while you're with me or even in my club. Everyone has the right to privacy." Gram led the way up a flight of stairs.
"I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of being gay. Playing as a starter makes things more difficult. I'm not ready to deal with the publicity or the harassment."
Why did he feel the need to defend his choices? Gram had become a friend over the year he and Garrett had been coming to the club. He knew how discreet the man could be, especially after some of the incidents Garrett had managed to stir up at the club.
Ingram Fletcher stood around six-one. At thirty-one, Gram didn't seem willing to let his body slide into middle-aged lethargy, which his well-muscled body attested to. His dark brown curls with blond highlights brushed wide shoulders. Dark chocolate eyes gleaming with appreciation gave Kasey a thrill. Occasionally, Gram's Irish origins flared up in his accent when the man was angry or gripped by strong emotion. "I don't blame you." Gram turned and pulled Kasey tight to him. "As long as you're honest to yourself and whomever you might be having fun with, it doesn't matter what the public knows or doesn't know."
"It's been a long time. I might not remember how to have fun," Kasey joked.
Gram gave him a surprised glance. "You're not a virgin, are you?"
"Garrett is my brother. Do you think he'd let me get out of high school as a virgin? Once he found out I was gay, he did his level best to get me laid as soon as possible." Kasey laughed. The memories of his brother's high school antics to get Kasey a boyfriend never failed to entertain and embarrass Kasey. "I got some ass in college as well, but mostly with other athletes who wouldn't tell on me because it would be outing themselves."
He shrugged, staring down in to Gram's understanding eyes. "Since I went pro, there hasn't been time to mess around, plus I've never found anyone worth taking the heat for."
"I'm not going to tell you I'm worth it. You have to make the decision on that, but I'll be happy to try and convince you." Gram grabbed the front of Kasey's shirt, twisting his fist in the fabric and bringing their mouths together in another explosive kiss.
Kasey filled his hands with Gram's ass and lifted slightly, brushing their groins against each other. He moaned and Gram's tongue thrust in. Sucking on it, he pushed the shorter man into the door behind them.
Gram's head hit the wood and he swore. "Damn. Take it easy. Don't knock me out before I can fuck your ass."
Kasey blushed again, but he was ready to come and he didn't want to wait much longer. "I'm kind of on the edge."
"Mmm...let's get in my office and I'll take care of that problem for you." Gram searched for the doorknob.
A burst of laughter from the bottom of stairs caused Kasey to pause. What was he doing? This was crazy. If a stranger saw them, he'd be exposed for sure. Gram got the door open and they fell into the room. Kasey gasped as Gram slammed the door shut and pinned him to it.
Gram's lips left his and wandered down his throat. Kasey shivered as his shirt opened under Gram's fingers. A thumbnail scrapped over his nipple and he bit his lip to keep from shouting.
"Fuck. You liked that, didn't you?" Gram's voice was rough.
He looked to see Gram studying him. The speculative gleam in Gram's dark eyes made his cock twitch.
"I wonder if I could make you come just from playing with your nipples." Gram pinched the hard flesh between his fingers and tugged.
Kasey's head fell back against the door with a thud and his hips arched off the wood, brushing Gram's leg. A rough groan tore from Kasey's throat.
"That's an experiment for next time. Right now, I want to suck you." Gram slid his hands over Kasey's flat stomach to the waistband of his slacks.
Kasey took a deep breath, giving Gram room to undo his belt and pants. Passion chased lust through his body and he couldn't stop trembling. He ran a shaking hand over Gram's curls and down to cradle a stubble-roughened cheek. Gram nuzzled Kasey's palm, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
A full-body shudder gripped Kasey. It was like he was sixteen again and getting laid for the first time. Of course, the boy he'd been with at the time wasn't nearly as experienced as Gram.
The rasp of his zipper being pulled down was almost drowned out by his panting. Gram pushed his boxer-briefs out of the way and a cool breeze caressed his throbbing cock.
"I knew you'd be pretty." Gram's murmured comment sounded distracted.
"Damn." Kasey's knees buckled when Gram's large hand grasped his cock and pumped.
"Oops. Can't have the team's star point guard falling and hurting himself," Gram teased, stepping back.
Kasey could do nothing except follow, considering Gram hadn't relinquished his hold on Kasey's cock. They made their way to the white, overstuffed leather couch resting on the far side of office. When they were standing in front of it, Gram squeezed Kasey gently before backing off.
"Strip and sit. I'll grab the stuff and lock the door."
Kasey managed to get his shirt and pants off without falling over. His weak knees didn't help. Take a deep breath. He drew a lungful of air in, hoping to calm his racing pulse. This wasn't his first time, but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Gram.
Sitting down, he spread his legs and stroked his cock while watching Gram stride around the room. The snick of the lock eased him deep inside. He wanted whatever Gram was going to do with him and he was willing to deal with any consequences because of it, but he didn't want to take unnecessary risks.
"No one would come in without knocking, but it's always best to be on the safe side." He winked at Kasey as he went to a chrome and glass desk. There was a small, black, three-drawer filing cabinet behind the desk.
Kasey admired the firm ass covered by those tight, faded jeans. He pumped his cock faster, using the precum dripping from his slit to ease the friction a little. He'd had quite a few dreams featuring Gram's ass filling his hands while the man drove deep into him.
"Found it."
Gram's chuckle caught in his throat when he turned and found Kasey jacking off on the couch. Damn, the man was fine. He moved closer, getting a better look at Kasey's cock, and his mouth started to water.
Kasey's cock was longer than Gram's own six inches, but not as thick. Gram licked his lips, wanting to taste the precum coating Kasey's hand and shaft. He made it across the room and to his knees in front of the blond. Leaning in, he breathed Kasey's musky scent. He pushed Kasey's hand out of the way and licked up the throbbing vein on the underside of the slender cock.
"Oh," Kasey said, tangling one hand in Gram's hair.
Gram savored the slightly salty taste of the precum leaking from Kasey's cock and he longed to be able to drink down all of Kasey's come. It wasn't possible at the moment. He glanced around to see where he'd dropped the condoms. Tearing open the foil package with his teeth, he looked up to see Kasey's passion-glazed green eyes staring down at him.
"I'm clean," Kasey informed him.
"I am too, but better to be safe than sorry." He winked. "I'll get tested again and after the results are in, your cock can be naked when I suck it."
Kasey's skin flushed red at Gram's crude words. Hmm...talking dirty must turn the kid on. He kept his grin to himself. He'd remember that when he fucked Kasey.
Gram took his time rolling on the condom, making sure he touched every inch of flesh before it got covered with latex. He swallowed Kasey's cock down the minute the condom was on. He'd never been happier for all those years of practice weakening his gag reflex when Kasey cried out and thrust his shaft deeper into Gram's mouth, hitting the back of his throat.
He pressed Kasey's hips back down, not allowing Kasey control of the blowjob. Gram hated the taste of latex, but ignored that fact to apply suction. His tongue swirled around the flared head, pushing against the sensitive spot under the crown of Kasey's cock.
Kasey jerked and moaned. "God, feels great."
Gram deep-throated Kasey again and swallowed around his head. The surge of Kasey's hips knocked Gram's hands off and he anchored himself to the couch with one hand. He fondled Kasey's balls with his other hand, massaging them with a tight grip.
"Gram...gonna come," Kasey grunted.
Gram didn't back off. He kept up the onslaught of sensations. Kasey fucked his mouth with single-minded determination. The muscular body in front of him bowed as Kasey slammed one final time into his mouth and came.
"Damn," Kasey murmured, his hand brushing over Gram's curls in lazy swipes.
Gram didn't stop touching until Kasey's cock softened. Pulling off, he gave it a kiss before taking care of the condom. He curled up on the couch next to Kasey, rubbing his cock on the thigh closest to him.
Kasey chuckled, his moss green eyes hazy with satisfaction. "You going to do something with that prick besides rub off on me?"
"Yeah. I'm going to do what I've been dreaming of ever since I met you." Gram kissed Kasey until they were both out of breath. Pulling back, Gram leered at him. "I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours until you're too sore to sit tomorrow."
Kasey's eyes crossed and his cock expressed interest again. His ass so sore, he couldn't sit tomorrow. He couldn't imagine it at all. He threaded his fingers into the curls at the base of Gram's neck and tugged the man closer to him.
"How long has it been since you've had a hard, thick cock up your tight ass?"
Gram's words hit Kasey right in the groin. He'd never thought hearing his lover talk dirty would turn him on, but with each crude word Gram spoke, Kasey's cock got harder.
"At least six months. Since the beginning of pre-season," he admitted.
During the summer last year, he'd gone on a trip with Garrett and Rich to the South of France where he'd had a fling with one of the caretakers of the chateau they'd stayed in. The pretty guy enjoyed getting fucked and Kasey didn't mind topping. Kasey liked pitching once in a while, but his truest enjoyment came from being fucked. Taking a hard cock up the ass turned him on and got him off the quickest.
"Then I'll be gentle at first. Once you're ready though, I'm going to ream you." Gram pushed Kasey back, leaning him against the arm of the couch.
Kasey trailed his hand over his chest to pinch his nipple. The sting from the pressure raced to his cock and it stiffened. Gram looked up from where he'd bent over to grab the lube off the floor. A sultry smile chased across Gram's face, and Kasey watched as Gram reached out, grabbed Kasey's hand and brought it to his mouth. Kasey moaned as Gram sucked the tips. Pulling them out, Gram set them back on Kasey's nipple.
"The wetness will feel ever better. Tug on them. Make them red and aching."
Kasey did. He twisted and tugged on the hard nubs. Each pinch and touch drove him closer to the edge. His climax started building again. Resting his head on the armrest, he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure pouring through him.
Warm hands took one of his legs and placed it on the back of the couch. His other leg was pushed until his foot dropped and braced against the floor. He jumped when wet fingers caressed the skin behind his balls.
"Feels good," he moaned, tilting his hips, trying to entice Gram's fingers to his ass.
"Look at you. Spread out like a slut. Giving it up to me." Gram's voice was husky and laced with lust. "I can't wait to feel you all around me."
Kasey felt his entire body flush, but he wasn't going to stop. He'd wanted Gram for months. For the first time, he wasn't worried about the world outside the room they were in. He didn't think about what would happen if someone found them. He thought about how full he would be when Gram thrust his cock into his ass.
"Please," he begged, not caring how pathetic he sounded.
"You don't have to beg, darling. I'll be more than happy to give you what you want."
He sighed as Gram inserted one thick finger all the way and rubbed against his gland. Sparks shot to his cock. With one hand on his nipple and one stroking his cock, Kasey raced toward his climax.
One finger became two and Kasey clamped down on them, letting Gram know how much he wanted to be filled.
"Soon." Kasey wasn't sure if he meant his own impending climax or Gram fucking him.
He whimpered at the sudden emptiness as Gram removed his fingers.
Gram bit his thigh lightly. "Don't worry. Putting a rubber on. Maybe someday we can do this bareback."
Kasey shuddered. He'd never had sex without a condom. He tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Gram's cock inside him without latex between them. It would be strange and fucking unbelievable at the same time.
The rustle of a foil package made him open his eyes and stare down to where Gram knelt between his thighs. Gram rolled the condom on his thick cock. It wasn't as long as Kasey's, but it was wider and Kasey's hole twitched when he thought of Gram's cock thrusting into him. Gram tossed the lube over his shoulder after filling his hand. Kasey watched Gram stroke the lube on, his chocolate brown eyes focused on Kasey's face.
"You ready for this, baby? Are you sure you want it?" Gram asked, positioning the head of his cock at Kasey's opening.
Kasey bit his lip and nodded. Hell yes, he wanted it. There was no better feeling in the world than getting fucked by a man who knew what he was doing. Gram wrapped his hands over Kasey's hips, easing him back on Gram's cock. A groan tore from Kasey's throat as his body relaxed and took Gram in.
So full, he thought when Gram was buried balls-deep in his ass. Gram held still for a moment, letting him adjust to the stretch and burn. He concentrated on breathing and soon his body rocked, encouraging Gram to start moving. The slow, gentle thrusts eased him, passion building again.
"More. Harder." He was already reduced to single words.
"Whatever you want. Your hot ass fits my cock like a glove." Gram growled as he pulled out and slammed back in.
"Uh" was all Kasey got out before the head of Gram's cock pegged his gland and his brain shut down.
"Stroke your cock, baby. I want to feel you come," Gram ordered.
Kasey managed to get his hand around his cock and started pumping. He established a rhythm, matching Gram's, sliding his flesh through his fingers. He gripped his slick shaft in a tight hold, the way he liked it. His legs went up over Gram's broad shoulders and the man almost bent him in half as Gram leaned forward to brace his hands on the armrest to either side of Kasey's head.
The sound of flesh moving together filled the room, mixed with their harsh panting. Tingling settled at the base of Kasey's spine and he knew it wouldn't be long. Gram slid one hand under Kasey's hips and tilted his ass, causing Gram's thrusts to go deeper and nail Kasey's gland with every stroke.
His balls tightened. "Gonna," he gasped, warning Gram.
"Come on my cock. Show me how much you're enjoying this."
Gram crushed their lips together on a hard thrust in and Kasey came, burst of lights sparking behind his closed eyelids. His inner muscles clamped down on Gram's cock as Kasey's come covered their stomachs and chests.
He whimpered against Gram's lips when two shallow strokes later, Gram came.
"Fuck," Gram groaned as his hips jerked and he filled the condom.
Kasey didn't have the energy to do anything except trail a finger over Gram's chest, collecting some of the liquid there. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked.
"Shit, baby. Keep doing that and I'll be hard again in no time." Gram's brown eyes stared with fierce intent at Kasey's mouth.
Kasey winked. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
Gram shook his head. "No, but I don't think you're up to another round at the moment."
He wanted to protest, but his eyes kept drifting shut. Gram lowered his legs to the couch and slid out of him. Kasey grimaced at the sticky coating on his stomach. His body ached, but it was a pleasant sensation, not the bone-deep one Kasey usually felt after games. The bruise on his thigh caught his eye. A moment of panic hit him. Gram's hold on his hips had been pretty strong. He hoped there weren't any more bruises in places he'd have a hard time explaining.
"Relax, Kasey. The only way anyone will know you had sex is if you tell them." Gram smiled down at him, holding a washcloth.
Kasey pushed the thought away. It was too late to worry about it now and he didn't want to spend his life hiding from himself, even if he hid from the team. Gram cleaned the drying come off his stomach. Kasey cupped the back of Gram's head, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Gram brushed a thumb over Kasey's cheek. "You're welcome. Why don't you take a nap? No one will bother you in here."
A nap sounded good. He would love to cuddle with Gram, but maybe the man wasn't into snuggling with his lover after sex. His uncertainty must have shown. Gram gave him a quick kiss.
"I'd love to join you on the couch, but unfortunately I have a club to run. No rest for the wicked." Gram strolled across the room, opening up one of the three doors.
Kasey figured one of them led to the private bathroom where Gram had gotten the washcloth from. He rolled over on his side, curling up so his feet didn't hang over the edge. Without Gram's body heat, he started to get chilled.
"Here you go."
A soft blanket was laid over him. He laughed when Gram tucked him in. "Don't let me sleep too long. Garrett will worry."
"I'll let him know where you are." Gram handed him a pillow as well. "I'll be back in a few. Have to make the rounds."
Kasey fell asleep before Gram was out of the room.
Gram sent one more glance over his shoulder at Kasey and shut the door, locking it. No one usually entered his office without his permission or his presence, but he wasn't taking a chance. Not with one of the most popular pro basketball players sleeping naked on his couch. Anyone looking at Kasey would know he'd been thoroughly fucked.
He wanted to see more of Kasey, not only for the great sex. He liked him. Their relationship had the potential to become something serious. It would be hard because Kasey had very little time to date or do much of anything until after the season ended.
Good thing basketball season was halfway over. They could take their time getting to know each other on a deeper scale and during the summer, they'd see what would happen. Gram didn't want to make plans, but he couldn't help thinking Kasey was a keeper.
"Hey boss, where've you been?" Bo approached him.
The annoyance in Bo's voice made Gram stop and quirk an eyebrow at his manager. It wasn't often his friend took that tone with him. "I had paperwork to take care of in my office. Why? Is there trouble?"
Bo gestured back toward Gram's office. "We should talk privately."
"We'll use the security office. It's closer." Gram moved around Bo and headed down the hall.
"What kind of paperwork were you doing?" Bo leaned in close and sniffed.
Gram tried not to tense up.
Bo stepped back. "You smell like sex."
"Maybe I was jerking off." Gram bit his tongue. Great, egg the fucker on. Idiot.
"I don't think so. I also caught a whiff of cologne that isn't yours." Bo stopped, his mouth dropping open. "You fucked him."
One of the club's waiters walked by and shot them a quick look. Shit. He didn't want to have this discussion out in the open.
"Shut your fucking mouth until we get to security. I'm not doing this here."
Gram stalked to the security office, unlocked the door and slammed it open. No one was there. Usually Yale, his head of security, sat in the office, monitoring the different cameras. Gram flung himself into a chair and spun around to face his oldest friend.
"Shut the damn door." Gram waited until Bo stepped in and shut the door behind him. "We aren't going to discuss who I might have been with, okay?"
Bo looked at him and slowly nodded. "We won't talk about it here, but we will be talking about it."
"Why? What difference does it make who I fuck?" Frowning, Gram ran his hand through his hair.
"If you're using Johnson, then you better go in, apologize to him and never touch him again." Bo stood in front of Gram, leaning on the console and crossing his arms.
"Who the fuck made you my parent?" He held up his hand to stop Bo's next comment. "I'm not a selfish bastard. I didn't plan on having sex with him tonight, but I'm not going to drop his ass now that I've had it."
He sighed and swiveled the chair around to face the screen for the camera feed from the V.I.P. lounge. Garrett danced, surrounded by people, yet the strangest feeling of isolation flowed from Kasey's brother. Gram wondered where Rich was. The couple had been together for six years before Garrett made it onto the big screen. Now, though, their relationship was falling apart. Gram didn't have any advice to give the actor. He'd never managed to stay in a relationship longer than a month before the other guy found someone else.
"I like Kasey, Bo. He's more than a great ass and a pretty face. I've wanted him since I first met him, but when I didn't know he was gay, I accepted being his friend." Gram shrugged. "Now there's the possibility of more and I'm not going to do anything to ruin it."
"He's not out publicly and you don't hide well," Bo pointed out. "Do you think he's ready to have a boyfriend? I mean, look at what all the scrutiny has done to his brother."
Gram nodded. "I might be out, but I know how to be discreet. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him."
"Good intentions paved the road to hell, Gram. Remember that." Bo squeezed Gram's shoulder.
"I know. Hell, maybe Kasey did think this was a one night stand. Maybe he won't want to see me after this." Gram shook off the sharp disappointment in his heart. God, he hoped that wasn't the case. He changed the subject. "What did you need to see me about?"
"One of the customers is hassling Jess." Bo scowled.
Gram tensed. He hated when someone overstepped their bounds. It was a nightclub, not a sex club. His waiters weren't there to be groped or fondled. "Hassling in what way? Is he touching or talking to him?"
"Lee said it's just been talking so far. He's trying to get Jess to agree to meet him after work. Lee's had run-ins with this guy before and he said it'll escalate if we don't do something about it." Bo moved back as Gram shot to his feet.
"Switch Jess and Tim. None of Garrett's friends will hassle him and Tim can take care of himself. If things get worse, toss the man out. I won't have my employees treated like whores."
"Will do, boss." Bo walked out in front of him.
Gram shut and locked the security door. He stood in the hallway. Most of his body and mind were telling him to go back to his office. He could see Kasey curled on the couch. He wanted to wrap his arms around that athletic body and breathe in his scent.
The practical side of his mind told him he had to go out and make the rounds. He needed to shake hands and schmooze the customers. He should check and make sure Garrett had everything he needed. Sighing, he headed to the dance floor. Kasey would be sleeping for a while. There was time to do his job.
Garrett caught up with him as he hit the lower level dance floor. Gram found himself staring up into a pair of grass green eyes. He was reminded how much the Johnson men looked alike. The tiniest differences helped Gram distinguish between them. One was the color of their eyes.
Kasey still held onto his air of innocence, for all that he lived and thrived in the cut-throat business of pro basketball. Garrett had seen everything and done everyone. There was always a look of cynicism gracing the actor's face.
"Where's Kasey?" Garrett asked.
Gram tugged Garrett over into a corner. "He's sleeping in my office."
"He's all right?" A serious Garrett was a rather unnerving thing to deal with.
"Yes, he's exhausted. I locked the door and no one will get in without my permission."
From the intense stare from Garrett, Gram felt like he should be swearing on a stack of bibles.
"Did you fuck him?"
He might have been startled by Garrett's direct question, but he wasn't going to answer the man. "I don't think it's any of your business."
Garrett gave Gram his most superior sneer. "When it comes to Kasey, everything is my business."
"Not this." Gram pushed past Garrett. "You'll have to talk to Kasey if you want to know anything."
Gram smirked when the muttered curse found his ear. He knew Garrett was curious about Kasey and him, but until Gram talked to Kasey, he wasn't saying a word to anyone.
He caught sight of Bo gesturing to him from the edge of the dance floor on the other side of the club. Shaking his head, he strolled toward his friend. It was going to be one of those nights. Gram didn't feel the normal flare of irritation he got when his club didn't run smoothly. He knew it had something to do with Kasey sleeping on his couch.
"We've got a problem," Bo told him as he approached.
"Tell me," Gram ordered, pushing Kasey to the back of his mind.
Kasey whimpered. He hadn't had a dream like this in a long time. His cock was surrounded by moist heat and the most arousing suction was being applied. He moaned, slowly thrusting into his dream lover's mouth.
"Feels good," he whispered, not wanting it to stop.
The tip of a finger slid in past the first ring of muscles in his ass and then eased out.
"No. More," he begged.
The finger came back, pushing further in. In seconds, Kasey became caught up in the rhythm of fucking his lover's mouth and impaling his ass on thick fingers.
"Gonna," he warned.
His climax unleashed an explosion of come flooding the condom he wore. His inner muscles clamped down on the three fingers nudging his gland. The fingers pulled out when he finished coming.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, baby. Now I want to fuck that ass of yours."
Kasey's eyes shot open at the sound of the accented voice. Gram stood beside the couch. Kasey watched Gram remove the condom from Kasey's cock, tie it off and toss it into the wastebasket.
"Not a dream." His mind wasn't functioning at the moment.
"There's no need to dream when you can have the real thing." Gram stroked his own hard cock.
Kasey licked his lips, wanting to taste Gram. Sitting up, he reached for his lover.
"No. You can do that some other time. I want to fuck you again." Gram shook his head.
"All right." Kasey wouldn't argue. "How do you want me?"
Gram moved a few steps away. "Kneel on the couch, babe, and brace yourself on the back. I want to see what your pretty ass looks like when I take it."
Kasey shuddered. Gram's words turned him on as much as the thought of his ass being filled again. He got into place, tilting his hips and offering his body to Gram.
"Oh, you're gorgeous, Kasey." Awe and reverence held sway in Gram's voice.
Goose bumps of pleasure rose on Kasey's skin as Gram's hands caressed his back and butt. Gram squeezed both cheeks. Kasey's head dropped to rest on his arms and his back arched.
The rattle of foil teased the edge of his hearing, but he was far more focused on the teasing touch of Gram's finger running from the top of Kasey's crease to his balls.
"Ready?"
Kasey glanced over his shoulder. Gram stood, cock in hand, poised to slide into Kasey's ass. He nodded.
Gram's flared head breeched Kasey and buried deep inside him. He groaned, letting his head fall back.
"Tight. Like a fucking glove." Gram's voice was strained, but his hands were gentle where they gripped Kasey's hips.
"Now, Gram. Please." Kasey's body demanded movement. He needed to be taken.
Gram pulled out, leaving an inch of cock in his ass, slamming back in after a second. Kasey cried out.
"Harder."
He didn't care if he sounded like a slut. He loved getting fucked hard and fast. Kasey started pushing back, meeting every thrust with his own, driving Gram deeper and pegging his gland with each stroke.
His own erection hit the back cushion on the couch. Soon the leather was coated with precum.
Gram leaned over and bit his shoulder. The sudden flash of pain sent Kasey flying.
"Gram," he groaned as white strings of come sprayed the furniture in front of him.
Two hard quick strokes inside Kasey's ass and Gram shouted, filling the condom. Kasey milked Gram's twitching cock, encouraging every drop of pleasure from the man.
"Damn." Gram collapsed, covering Kasey's back with his body. "Sorry, babe."
Kasey smiled as a soft kiss brushed over the red mark on his shoulder. He'd have to wear a T-shirt until it went away.
"It's okay." He sighed.
"Are you done in there?" Garrett's pounding on the door broke up the quiet moment.
"I'm waking him up. Give us a fucking moment," Gram yelled back.
Both groaned as Gram pulled out. Kasey climbed to his feet, grimacing at his aching knees and muscles.
"He's awake. I heard him shouting your name."
The smug tone in Garrett's voice made Kasey want to hit him.
"Keep it up, Garrett. You don't want me marking up your pretty face, do you?" Kasey threatened.
"I'll be good. I'm on location starting tomorrow. Can't arrive looking like a reject from a bar fight." Garrett's words held a smile. "Hey, can I come in? It's not like I've never seen you naked before."
Kasey turned to see Gram tucking his silk shirt into faded jeans. Kasey wandered over to where his clothes were folded neatly.
"Open the door, guys. It's lonely out here."
His brother was pouting. Gram quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Unlock the door. Where's the bathroom?"
Gram pointed to a slightly opened door. Kasey grabbed his clothes and headed to it. He didn't bother closing the door. He cleaned up, tossing the washcloth he used in the sink. Pulling on his pants, he listened to the conversation in the other room.
"Guess I don't need to ask Kasey what happened between you two tonight." Garrett sounded amused.
Gram grunted. Kasey heard the small refrigerator in the office open.
"You want some water, Kasey?" Gram asked.
"Yeah."
"Was it good? He likes to catch, but I bet he's a pushy bottom. Hey, aren't you going to offer me anything?" Garrett was indignant.
"No. You've been drinking my top shelf liquor all night. You shouldn't be thirsty." Gram stood in the doorway, holding a bottle out to Kasey.
He took a hold of it and the hand wrapped around it, tugging Gram to him. He dropped a kiss on Gram's thin lips.
"Thank you."
Gram nodded and Kasey knew Gram understood he wasn't thanking him only for the water, but for the sex and the privacy as well.
"Quit it. Come on, Kase. I've got to get home. I leave for Louisiana in six hours." Garrett leaned on the corner of the desk, his patent movie star smile on his face.
Kasey met his brother's gaze and saw Garrett's concern. He knew they wouldn't be going to sleep as soon as they got back to Kasey's condo. Garrett would want to talk.
"Let me get my shoes on. Is the car here?" He slipped on his shoes and straightened.
Kasey hoped Gram wanted to see him again. He decided to take a risk.
"I'm going over to the arena about two tomorrow for practice. Maybe you could come over to my place for dinner afterward." His palms were sweaty. He never asked men out, especially during the season.
Garrett's eyebrows shot up and his mouth dropped open, but he stayed silent.
"I'd like that." Looking relieved, Gram went to the desk and pulled out a business card. He wrote his number on it before handing it to Kasey. "Call me tomorrow and we'll figure out what time I should come over."
"Cool." Kasey took the card, hoping Gram didn't notice his shaking hand. After tucking it in his pocket, he hugged Gram.
Gram wrapped him in a tight hug, planting a gentle kiss on Kasey's cheek before Gram stepped away.
"Go on. You both need to get some sleep.
"Night."
Garrett grabbed Kasey's hand, leading him away. He allowed it, nodding good-bye to familiar members of the club's staff. He figured Garrett was going to explode. At least his brother waited until they got in the car before he said anything.
"What the hell are you doing?" Garrett flopped back against the seat.
Kasey shrugged. "I don't know."
He was stepping outside of his personal boundaries. Kasey had never been reckless enough to risk his career, not even in college. By starting any kind of relationship with Gram, he stood to lose everything he'd worked for.
"You don't know?" Garrett reached over and slapped the back of his head. "You've never been the one who thought with his dick. Why start now?"
He glared at his brother while rubbing his head. "It's not about the sex."
Garrett snorted.
"Okay. We had sex and it was great." He blushed. It'd been fucking fantastic, but he wasn't going to admit it to his twin. "The thing is, I had decided to ask Gram out after the season was over."
Garrett gaped at him again. "No fucking way. I thought you weren't going to date anyone until you were closer to retiring."
Kasey sighed and stared out the window. "I'm twenty-three, Garrett. My career's just started. If I stay healthy, I can play ten or eleven more years before I think of retiring."
"So?" Garrett frowned.
The car pulled to a stop in front of Kasey's building. He climbed out and made his way to the elevator. The ride up was silent. He was tired, but it was a pleasant exhaustion.
Opening the door, he let Garrett go in first before he shut and locked the door. His brother glanced at him.
Kasey sighed. "Go change and make some eggs. I'm taking a shower. We'll talk when I get out."
Garrett nodded, making his way to the guest room he used while visiting. Kasey went to his room, stripped off his clothes and headed for the shower.
He'd soak his muscles for a few minutes before he tried to ease his brother's worries.
The smell of eggs and bacon greeted Kasey when he stepped into the kitchen. Garrett had the table set. Glasses filled with orange juice and milk sat on the counter. Neither of them drank a lot of caffeine. Kasey rarely had alcohol and Garrett usually stayed away from it as well. Unless his brother was trying to drown his sorrows. Their bodies were their main source of money. They wouldn't do anything to ruin them.
He grabbed the glasses and joined his twin at the table.
"We'll talk after we eat," Garrett suggested.
Kasey didn't realize how hungry he was until he'd cleared two plates. He pushed the empty dish to the middle of the table, leaned back and groaned.
"You're a good cook, brother dear." He winked at Garrett.
"Someone has to be. Rich isn't interested in cooking. He'd rather be seen at the best restaurants." His brother frowned.
"I thought you said he didn't like the tabloids." Kasey stood, grabbing the orange juice carton and filling their glasses.
"He doesn't unless they mention him. Rich loves the attention being my partner gives him. And he uses it to his advantage. Men throw themselves at him for a chance to meet me. He's cheating on me, Kasey." Garrett stared at his glass.
Kasey didn't know what to say. He'd never gotten along with Rich. As long as Rich made Garrett happy, Kasey held his tongue. Kasey often thought Rich was more interested in himself than Garrett, but had always pushed those thoughts aside, attributing them to jealousy. The brothers had done everything together until Rich came along during their sophomore year in high school.
He squeezed Garrett's hand. "I'm sorry."
"We had a fight before he left. I told him I wouldn't put up with his cheating. I wanted him to move out." Garrett shot him a glance.
"You're welcome to crash here for a while. There's plenty of room." Kasey didn't hesitate to make the offer. He would never turn his brother away.
"You might not want me around now since you're starting a relationship with Fletcher." Garrett's eyes gleamed and Kasey knew his brother wanted to change the subject.
If it made Garrett feel better, they'd talk about Kasey's love life.
"You're always away on location and if we want privacy, we can go to his place." He fiddled with his silverware.
"Are you sure about this, Kasey?"
He knew his brother worried about him, but he wasn't ready to discuss what might or might not be happening between Gram and him. He wanted to bask in the afterglow of the best sex he'd ever had.
"I don't know. If I had to make a decision right now, I'd say to hell with everyone and run off with Gram. I like him, Garrett." He yawned.
His brother pushed him toward his bedroom. "Go to bed. It's pointless to talk to you when you're asleep on your feet. We'll see how you feel in the morning."
Kasey mumbled a good night and stumbled down the hall.
Kasey woke with a wince. Frowning, he wondered why his ass was sore. Sleep clouded his mind. His bedroom door slammed against the wall and Garrett strolled in, surprisingly cheerful for it being morning---and his brother wasn't fond of early day.
Kasey groaned and pulled the blankets over his head. "Go away, Garrett. I've only had two hours of sleep."
"I thought we could have a nice little chat about last night before I leave for the airport." Garrett sat on Kasey's bed, cross-legged and grinning.
Peeking over the covers, Kasey saw his brother held two mugs filled with hot chocolate.
"At least you came with a bribe," he grumbled, easing up to lean against the headboard. He bit back a groan as he reached for one of the mugs.
Garrett laughed, handing the drink over. "Ass hurt?"
"Fuck you." He shot Garrett the finger. "I know I didn't drink last night, but I'm a little fuzzy on the details."
"You must have been tired if you don't remember getting fucked by Gram Fletcher." Garrett's eyes gleamed at him.
"Shit." He closed his eyes and his exhaustion lifted. He remembered how full he felt while Gram fucked him. He felt Gram's lips on his.
Opening his eyes, he glared at his twin. "Why the hell didn't you stop me?"
"Stop you? I'm not getting between two men who want to have sex with each other. It wasn't like he took you without your consent. You might have been exhausted last night, Kase, but I bet you knew exactly what you were doing." Garrett squeezed his knee. "The question you have to ask yourself is this---do you want to see if last night can grow into something more with Gram? Or are you going to chalk it up to a good night and go back to being celibate for the rest of the season?"
He sipped his chocolate, letting the warm liquid spark his mind. "This couldn't have happened at a worst time."
"Why? I've never thought there's a wrong time for love." Garrett fluttered his eyelashes.
"Stop. It's my second year in the pros. I'm finally establishing a reputation. I can't be distracted right now. I want to prove I can play with the big boys." Kasey slammed the mug on his nightstand and climbed out of bed. "Besides, I'm not sure I want to deal with my teammates. You know how some of them would react if they found out I'm gay."
Garrett looked thoughtful. "You're right. I've never gotten a 'homophobe' vibe from your coach though. He seems to be an asshole to everyone."
His brother was right. Coach didn't discriminate against anyone. He treated all his players like dirt, but no one complained because his techniques made them winners. Kasey wasn't worried about him. It was his teammates he worried about. A few of the bigger stars were very vocal about their prejudices and gays were at the top of the list.
"Be careful. They won't stick with calling names." Garrett grimaced.
"Have you been harassed by any of them?" He grabbed Garrett's arm. "Tell me."
His brother looked away. "There might have been a comment or two, but I just ignore them. You're going to have to learn how to ignore them as well. I guarantee what your teammates say will be nothing compared to what the fans say."
Kasey bit his lip. There wasn't any point in getting protective of his brother. Garrett knew what he'd been getting into when he went public with his sexual preference. Now it didn't matter who Garrett fucked, as long as it wasn't one of Hollywood's beloved straight actors. Garrett had created his own legend.
"What was I thinking? Anyone could have seen us together." He shot his twin a glare. "Reporters follow you around like you're the next Messiah leading them to the Promised Land. What if one of them snapped a picture of us?"
"First of all, Gram doesn't let those types of reporters in. Second of all, I feel compelled to point out that it's too late for those worries. There's nothing being reported anywhere. At least that I could find this morning." Garrett stood, picked up his mug and headed out of the room. "Do you want Gram or not?"
"It's not that simple." Kasey climbed out of bed and followed his brother down the hall.
Garrett dumped the chocolate into the sink and rinsed out the mugs, setting them in the dishwasher. He leaned against the counter and started at Kasey. "There's where you're wrong. It is as simple as that. Every worry and doubt you have comes down to a single question and answer. Do you want Ingram Fletcher?"
Kasey couldn't answer. He needed time to think.
"See, you were positive about it last night when we talked, but I figured it was the sex talking. Remember, you asked Gram over for dinner tonight. Think about it today. Don't start anything with him you're not willing to see through. Gram doesn't deserve to be treated like that." Garrett glanced at his watch. "I have to catch my flight. If you need to talk, call me as long as you don't care when I call you back. I can't guarantee when the director will stop shooting for the day."
Kasey hugged his brother close. "Have a good trip, bro. Call me when you land."
His condo took on a rather empty feel with his brother gone. He wandered around the living room for a few minutes, then threw on shorts and running shoes. Kasey always did his best thinking while his body was occupied with other activity. A decision had to be made. It could turn out to be the most important one of his life. Was he willing to risk everything---his career, or possibly even his life---to have an affair with someone?
He strapped on his watch and headed out the door. It wouldn't be as fucking complicated if he loved a woman, even the wrong kind of woman. No one would call him names or try to injure him in some way. He was going to be ridiculed and threatened simply because he chose to have a relationship with another man.
Pounding down the stairs, Kasey burst outside and took off down the sidewalk. Frustration powered his strides. He would have to endure experiences he'd avoided for years. Was he strong enough to deal with the bigots and hatred he would face?
Kasey never believed he had the same amount of courage Garrett had. He always figured his twin was the strong one. Garrett had the wit and intelligence to turn the spiteful words on the speaker and confuse them. Kasey never knew how to react because he'd been hiding the truth and not ready to deal with anyone.
Sex for him had always been a hurried event, even when he was on a trip and knew he was safe. He'd joke with Garrett when his brother talked about how beautiful and how moving sex was. He'd never been moved until last night, though it might have been the fact he hadn't had sex in a long time.
He turned the corner and headed down toward the local park. Clearing his mind, he focused on his stride. There was no way he could solve the problem in the next hour.
"Heads up, Johnson."
Kasey looked up in time to catch the basketball hurtling at him. He dribbled, spinning away from a defender and shot. The ball made a perfect arc and hit the rim. It ricocheted off toward Paul Moorhouse, the team's center.
"Get your head out of your ass, Johnson. That's the third time you've missed that shot," his coach berated him.
"You tired, Johnson? Have a late night with your boyfriend?" Oscar Festiv jeered at him as the veteran point guard ran past him. Kasey ignored the comments. They weren't new. Oscar was one of the guys who felt threatened by him because of his talent and youth. Oscar was on the down slope of his own career and knew it was only a matter of time before Kasey took over his spot as star of the team.
He left the court and stood on the sidelines. Paul stood next to him and Eric Bansworth, their star power forward slid into the space on his left side. Kasey kept his focus on the drill Coach was running. Eric jabbed an elbow in his ribs. He took a step to the side, moving away from the shorter man.
"Hey," Eric whispered, leaning closer to him.
Kasey stayed silent.
"Are you a cocksucker like your pansy-assed brother?"
Venom dripped from those words. He clenched his fists and thought about taking a swing at the man. Fighting among teammates was against the rules. There was no way he'd risk suspension because the guy was an asshole.
"Do you moan like a girl when some guy fucks your ass?"
"Why? You interested in finding out?" Paul replied.
Bansworth wasn't going to start anything with Paul. Moorhouse was seven feet tall and all solid muscle. Kasey had befriended the center when Moorhouse had been traded from Chicago at the beginning of the season. Paul told him stories of running with a gang in high school until he wised up and realized basketball was the one thing he was good at and the only vehicle he could use to get out of the projects.
Paul nudged Kasey when Eric stammered and swaggered away. "Can't stand the prick. It's like playing street ball all over again."
"I never played it the way you did." Kasey relaxed his jaw enough to answer his friend.
"Good thing, too. There were a few games where it was life and death. If the wrong team won, someone was dying later that night." Paul shuddered. "Those were rough times, man."
Kasey nodded. He couldn't imagine what it was like. He'd grown up in a small California town where gangs didn't exist. Tolerance and diversity were vague concepts. Or they had been until Garrett came out. Every townsperson got a crash course on political correctness. For the most part, they didn't hassle or harass Garrett. They were pretty much "live and let live" as long as he didn't rub their noses in it. There wouldn't be any PRIDE parades marching down Main Street any time soon, but no kid was going to be treated badly for his choices.
"Saw your brother at Liverpool last night," Paul mentioned as the next set of drills started.
"Yeah, we went there after I got home last night." Kasey dribbled the ball, switching hands every tenth time. He tried to stay relaxed. Paul didn't say he'd seen Kasey there, Hopefully his friend hadn't glimpsed him there.
"Didn't see Rich. They break up again?"
Kasey didn't have time to answer. They did wind sprints and practiced rebounding. He managed to focus for the rest of practice and avoided getting chewed out by Coach.
After the coach called it quits for the day, Kasey and Paul hit the weights afterward. They had a two-day break before a three game home stretch.
"They break up?" Paul returned to their previous conversation.
"Guess so and it sounds serious this time. Garrett told Rich to move out. He's never done that before."
"Shit." Paul grunted as he bench pressed the weights.
Kasey spotted him, making sure Paul didn't hurt himself. "Every time before, Garrett's come and stayed with me while their tempers cooled off. They'd get back together after a week or so, but things are different this time."
"I'd never tell your brother this, but I always thought Rich was a gold digger." Paul replaced the bar in its braces.
"You did?" Kasey traded places with his friend.
"Hey, it don't matter. Male or female, I know a gold digger when I see one. Have to give Rich credit though." Paul added twenty pounds to the bar. "He's got an eye for talent. Got his hooks in Garrett before he was famous."
Kasey took a breath and lifted. The muscles in his arms strained under the weight. He did three sets of twenty reps each. He felt the burn after the last three. Sitting up, he wiped the sweat off.
"You might be right. I think it has more to do with Garrett's success than with any planning on Rich's part."
"Maybe." Paul glanced at the clock. "Shit. I have to go. Taking Rhiannon out to dinner. Take care. I'll catch you tomorrow."
"See you, man."
Kasey made his way to the locker room, thinking about Gram and whether or not they should see each other again. He knew if he decided not to see Gram privately, only saying hi at the club, Fletcher would let him back out. One fuck doesn't make a relationship, he thought, but he was emotionally invested already.
Stripping off his T-shirt, he stopped in front of his locker. A piece of paper was taped to his shelf. In bold lettering, it read "Kasey loves cock." A snicker came from behind him. Tearing the sign off, he balled it up and shot it into the wastebasket. He didn't acknowledge any of his teammates when he left. He gave a passing thought about talking to his coach, but he knew the man didn't like to be bothered with locker room problems. The coach didn't care what his players did as long as they came to play every game.
Anyway, this level of harassment was low. Small time stuff Kasey had dealt with since he joined the team. He'd ignored it before and he'd try to continue the policy. Heading out to his SUV, he slid behind the wheel and sighed.
"This is only the beginning, man," he told himself. "It'll be worse if they find out."
The decision had never been this difficult. No guy had ever made him question his choice to stay in the closet.
Gram sat in his apartment, staring at the phone in his hand and willing it to ring. Last night, he'd been about to ask Kasey out on an actual date and then he'd thought better of it. Just because they'd had sex didn't mean Kasey wanted to have anything to do with him aside from fucking.
Kasey had surprised him by asking him to dinner. Maybe Kasey was ready to go beyond friendship. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was six. Bo was handling the club because Gram didn't want to cut his date short. If there even was a date.
A shrill ring caused him to jump, almost dropping the phone. He didn't recognize the number. Taking a deep breath, he told himself to relax.
"Fletcher," he answered.
"Hey, Gram." Kasey's voice flowed over the phone.
A strange tightness eased in Gram's chest. "Hi, baby."
He winced. He didn't mean to call Kasey by endearments. It might be coming on too strong outside of sex. "How was practice?"
"Sucked. I went in at two and ended up practicing for four hours. Just got home." Kasey grunted.
Gram didn't know what Kasey's condo looked like, but he imagined Kasey sprawled on a couch, head resting against the back. He'd be in shorts and wouldn't have a shirt on. His pale skin would gleam with sweat. He bit back a groan. "Sorry to hear that."
"As much as it wiped me out, it was a good thing. We worked out a few problems we'd been having."
Gram heard a rustling sound in the background. "What are you doing?"
"Getting naked. I stink." Kasey chuckled.
Gram didn't swallow his moan this time. "I wish you hadn't said that. All I'll be thinking of now is your fucking edible body slick with water."
A soft gasp graced his ear. "If you were here, you could join me."
"What's your address?" He memorized it. "Don't do anything until I get there," he ordered, grabbing his jacket and keys. He locked his door.
"Hurry," Kasey whimpered.
Gram punched the elevator button. He glanced around to make sure no one was near enough to overhear what he was saying. "Sit down."
"What?" Kasey sounded confused.
"I want you to sit down and start stroking your pretty cock."
The elevator door dinged open and he was relieved to see it was empty. He rushed in, pushed the button for the lobby and leaned against the back wall.
"You want me to jerk off?" Kasey's breathing sped up.
"Yes. I want you to jerk off while I'm talking to you."
A sharp intake of breath came over the phone and he wasn't sure if he'd shocked Kasey or what. Thuds assaulted his ear and a whispered "Damn."
"What's wrong, babe?" he murmured as the elevator stopped and a couple joined him.
"I can't find the lube." Frustration tainted Kasey's voice as more thuds were heard.
Gram chuckled. "That's all right. Spit in your hand. You've got to be leaking by now."
"Why are you whispering?"
He stared at the backs of the couple in front of him. "I'm not alone."
Kasey's laugh was strained. "Puts a damper on things, doesn't it?"
"Not really. You can still play." Gram closed his eyes and gripped the phone tighter. "Are you ready?"
He caught movement and looked up to see the woman eyeing him. Grinning, he winked at her. She didn't know what was going on, but he didn't care. There would be no names mentioned for her to figure out who he might be talking to.
"I guess." Kasey didn't sound too sure.
"Never done this before, huh?" He shifted, pressing tighter into the corner.
"I've jerked off thousands of times." Kasey teased.
"But not while you were on the phone with someone, I bet."
The couple got off a few floors down. Gram sighed. Now the fun could begin.
"How do you like your cock stroked? Hard and fast? Or gentle and slow?"
"Umm...I don't mind it starting out slow and gentle."
"Are you doing it now?" Gram heard a hitch in Kasey's breathing. "You're touching yourself. Stroke up to your head and give it a squeeze."
A harsh moan filled Gram's ear. He glanced up at the floor number display, willing the elevator to go faster.
"Tell me how it feels," he demanded.
"Rough." Kasey was distracted. Gram could tell by the short sentences he was getting from him.
Gram's cock strained his jeans. He swore the zipper pattern would end up as a permanent mark on his shaft if he didn't do something soon. There wasn't any way he was going to come in his jeans. He was an adult. He could hold off his own climax until he was buried balls deep in Kasey's ass.
"Imagine it's my hand on your cock. My palm's slick from your come and it slides easily up and down your shaft. When I get to the tip, I swipe my thumb over the head and press into the slit."
Kasey's groan came at the same time as the ding of the elevator telling Gram he'd reached the lobby. Stepping out, he moved to stand in a corner, planning on talking Kasey to climax before grabbing a taxi over to his condo.
"Oh God," Kasey gasped.
"I slip my free hand down between your legs and squeeze." He leaned against the wall, back turned slightly for privacy. He kept his voice down.
"Uh."
Kasey's breathing sped up until the man was panting in Gram's ear. "Close, Gram."
"Good, baby. I'm pumping faster. You're fucking my fist. I want to hear you come. I want to feel your cream all over my hand. Spread your legs a little more." He glanced around the lobby. No one was standing close to him. "Kasey, darling, I tap one of my fingers against your hole. I rub your pretty pucker and ease an inch of my finger inside."
"Fuck."
A low groan tore from Kasey's throat and Gram realized his lover had come. He waited until Kasey's breathing slowed down.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Damn. How soon can you get here, Gram? I want to feel your dick inside of me." Kasey's voice was low and pleading.
"I'm heading out to flag down a cab right now. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Go take a shower and clean up." He walked out the front door of his apartment building and waved a cab down. "Get yourself ready because I'm not going to want to waste any time when I get there."
"I'll be waiting." Kasey hung up.
Gram stuffed his phone in his pocket, adjusted his cock in his jeans and slid in the back seat of the cab. He gave the driver Kasey's address and rested his head against the seat, trying to calm his lust. He needed to make his way into Kasey's condo without drawing attention.
Kasey flung open the door when he heard the knock. Without taking time to say anything, he reached out, wrapped his hand in the front of Gram's shirt and jerked him into his condo. Kasey slammed the door shut and pressed Gram back against it, crushing their mouths together. The feel of Gram's shirt rubbed over his bare chest. He hadn't bothered to get dressed after his shower.
With his free hand, he gripped Gram's right hand and brought it around to his ass. "I was busy while you were on your way over."
Gram's eyes widened as his fingers slid into Kasey's slick passage. Kasey's head dropped back and he groaned. Two fingers filled him, causing his hips to jerk. Gram twisted his hand and teased his knuckles over Kasey's gland.
"Please," Kasey murmured. All he thought about was Gram burying his thick cock in his ass.
"Where's your bedroom?"
Gram pulled away and Kasey sighed. He let go of Gram's shirt, taking a hold of his hand instead.
"This way."
He led the way down the hall toward his bedroom. He didn't have to worry about his brother interrupting them.
"I can't wait to fuck your tight little ass, baby. I want your legs wrapped around my waist and your hands clutching the sheets while I ride you."
Kasey crawled onto the bed, lying on his back and letting his thighs sprawl open. He stroked his hand up and down his leaking cock, spreading precum over his shaft. He didn't hold back his moan of approval when Gram stripped off his white dress shirt. His mind took a moment to appreciate the fact Gram had dressed up for their date, but Kasey liked him better naked.
Gram unzipped his pants, pushing the fabric down along with his underwear. Kasey swore he drooled when Gram's thick, cut cock appeared, jutting from a nest of brown curls. The flared head wept precum.
"Condom?" Gram's gaze stayed focused on Kasey pumping his cock.
"Here." Kasey stretched to reach the nightstand where he'd placed the box of rubbers he'd picked up earlier. Tossing them to Gram, he grinned. "Wanted to make sure we didn't run out."
Gram laughed. "Baby, we'll have to be busy for the next couple of days to use all of these."
"Well, I'm home until next Tuesday."
A spurt of nervousness shot through him. Was he rushing things? He didn't think Gram would turn down more sex, but he was uncertain if Gram would see it as pushing for a commitment he wasn't ready to give.
"Good. Let's crack this box open then."
Gram tore the top open and pulled out a foil package. Kasey fondled his balls, tugging and squeezing them while he watched Gram roll the condom on. He moved one knee back and to the side, exposing his slick hole to Gram's sight.
"Pretty." Gram's tone was hoarse. "Play with yourself while I find the lube."
"It's on the floor beside the bed." He'd thrown it there when he'd finished getting ready for Gram.
They both groaned when two of Kasey's fingers slid in without resistance. He pushed them in as far as they would go, rocking his hips.
"Fuck." Gram bent over, scrabbling to find the tube. "I have to have your fine ass. I've been thinking about it all day. How tight and hot it was."
"Even during practice, all I could think about was how I ached. I wanted to ditch the guys and come home so you could come over and fuck me. Coach wasn't happy with my being distracted." Kasey arched his back as he managed to nail his gland with a knuckle. "Gram, I don't want to come again without you being inside me."
"Ah-ha." Gram held up the tube with a triumphant smile. "Found it."
Kasey kept his eyes open to watch Gram squirt some lube in his palm and throw the tube over his shoulder. Gram's glittering gaze ate Kasey up and he shivered, remembering what it felt like to get fucked by Gram last night.
Gram crawled onto the bed, placing his hands under Kasey's thighs and pulling. Kasey slid across the bed and found himself impaled on Gram's cock. His head fell back as he groaned.
"This is what I remember." He tilted his hips, urging Gram to plunge deeper in him.
Gram grunted and buried his shaft balls deep into Kasey. "Shit. Won't last long."
"Don't want you to." Kasey encouraged his lover's climax by massaging Gram's cock with his inner muscles.
Gram's smooth rhythm faltered and Kasey grinned when Gram thrust harder and faster. Caught between their bodies, Kasey's cock swelled with each stroke of Gram's skin against it. His balls drew up tight and come exploded out, coating their stomachs.
"Yes," he cried, grasping Gram's hips and keeping him buried deep inside.
Grunting, Gram jerked his hips a little and his eyes closed as he came. Kasey's breath left him when Gram collapsed on him. He ran his hands up and down Gram's sweat-drenched back, tracing each bump of his lover's spine.
"I should probably get off you and clean up," Gram murmured, his lips moving against Kasey's shoulder while he slid out and snuggled up to Kasey.
"I don't know. I can think of worse things than being stuck to you." Kasey chuckled.
Before Gram could answer, a knock sounded on the door. Kasey shot off the bed, dumping Gram on the floor.
"Ah shit, are you okay?" Kasey reached down to take Gram's hand and help him to his feet.
"I'm fine. Were you expecting someone?" Gram grabbed his clothes. "Where's your bathroom?"
"Only you." Kasey pointed down the hallway to a closed door on the left. "It's right there."
He tugged on his jeans, swiping at his stomach with a T-shirt he'd found on the floor. He'd have to get rid of whoever it was quick. God, he smelled like sex. Another knock.
"I'm coming," he called.
The bathroom door clicked open as he reached his front door. Opening it, his jaw dropped open when he saw Paul standing on the other side.
"Paul, what are you doing here?"
Kasey's question drifted to where Gram stood in the bathroom. Fuck. Paul Moorhouse was the star center for the Phoenix Suns and one of Kasey's best friends. Gram took care of the condom, hiding it in the wastebasket next to the sink. He snatched up a washcloth and scrubbed his stomach, hoping he'd managed to clean off the scent of sex. Kasey might be willing to break his own rules about having sex or a relationship during the season, but Gram wasn't going to force the guy to reveal their connection before Kasey was ready.
"Rhiannon's left me." Paul sounded upset.
Gram turned the water off in the sink and checked to make sure all his buttons were fastened. His shirt was tucked in and if Paul didn't look too closely, Gram didn't look like he'd just fucked Kasey. He smiled at his reflection. Showtime.
Two gazes met his when he came out into the living room. Kasey's green one held worry and disappointment. Gram knew Kasey would have liked to send Paul away, but Kasey couldn't do that to his friend. Paul's gaze studied him for a moment. He wondered if the other man would recognize him.
"I didn't know you had company, Kase. I'll get out of here." Paul turned.
Kasey shot Gram a questioning glance and Gram nodded.
"Wait. We were just going to watch the hockey game and order take-out. Coach ran us ragged today. Gram stopped by and I didn't feel like going out tonight." Kasey slapped Paul on the shoulder. "I'm going to grab a shower. You and Gram can get the game on and decide what we're getting to eat."
Damn bastard left Gram to deal with Paul. He had a feeling Paul would figure out soon enough who he was. The basketball player had visited Gram's club once or twice since he'd been traded to the Suns. He decided to take the bull by the horns.
"I'm Ingram Fletcher. I own Liverpool's downtown." He held out his hand.
Paul's eyes widened in recognition and he shook Gram's hand. "Liverpool's, huh? Been there a couple of times. Nice place."
"Thanks." Gram glanced around, looking for the TV remote. "We should get the game on. Kasey's not going to be happy about missing even a minute of it."
Paul laughed. "You would think he'd be that way about basketball, but unless he's playing, he doesn't want to talk about it. Get the boy talking about hockey, he just can't shut up."
Gram spied the remote tucked under the cushion of the couch. He pulled it out and pushed the "on" button. Kasey's large screen plasma TV came to life. Gram found the hockey game and they settled down on opposite ends of the couch.
"How'd you meet Kasey? He's not much of a party boy." Paul fidgeted with the hem of the tan shorts he wore.
Gram couldn't help but wonder if Paul knew more about Kasey than he was letting on. "He's come to the club several times with Garrett. Got to talking and found out we're both big hockey fans, plus he's willing to learn about rugby and soccer."
"Which are more your sports, judging your accent." Paul smiled.
Gram had the oddest feeling Paul was flirting with him, but he figured it was nerves making him see things that weren't there. "I happen to enjoy rugby more than soccer, but if I'd stayed in Ireland, I probably would have been one of those hooligans you hear about."
Kasey shot into the living room, hair dripping. His sweats hung low on his hips, showing the cut of his muscles. Gram focused his attention on the TV. Too much staring would lead to touching and that wasn't good. Kasey's eyes held a slightly wild look. He must have been scared to death I would spill secrets without him in the room. Gram couldn't blame the man. Kasey's career could hang in the balance. There was no way of telling how his teammates would react when they found out, and Gram wasn't about to do that to the guy.
His gaze skated back to Kasey. A drop of water trailed down his muscled chest and meandered over ripped abs to pool in his shallow belly button. Gram bit his lip to keep his moan caged. He twisted his fingers into the fabric of his pants, fighting his soul-deep need to reach out and drink the water from Kasey's skin. Gram wiggled on the couch, trying to adjust his swelling cock without touching it and giving his predicament away.
"In a hurry to watch the game, Kase?" Paul gestured to the liquid dripping from Kasey's nose. "You might as well go back and towel off. They haven't even dropped the puck yet."
Kasey looked uncertain, glancing between Gram and Paul. Gram's cell phone took the decision away. Fuck. It had to be an emergency or Bo would never have called him. He stood, dug his phone out of his pocket and headed across the room.
"It's Bo, the club manager." He slid open the door and stepped out onto the balcony.
"What do you want to eat?" He heard Kasey ask Paul as he shut the glass door.
Turning his back on the men in the living room, Gram stared out over the bustling city below him. Night had fallen and lights twinkled among the shadows.
"What's up, Bo?"
"Remember the customer who hassled Jess last night?" Bo's voice held barely controlled anger.
"Yes." He wasn't going to like what Bo had to say.
"He cornered Jess in the hallway when Jess started his shift."
No wonder Bo's rage was evident. No one touched one of their employees. "Fuck." He slammed his fist down on the rail. "Is Jess okay?"
"He's a little shaken. Got a few bruises and a cut lip, but at the moment he's more angry than anything." Bo chuckled. "The kid got in a few good punches before Cecil got there and pulled the guy off him."
"Good for him. Have one of the security guys take him home, or to the hospital if you think he needs it. Did you call Gonzales?"
A friend of Gram's and a Phoenix police officer, Raul Gonzales was the one Gram went to when he had problems at his club. He'd never had a reason to believe he'd be treated differently by the police because he was gay, but it was easier to deal with a man he knew wouldn't hassle him.
"Yes. He's on his way over."
Gram turned to lean on the railing and study Kasey through the glass door. The younger man scrubbed a towel over his blond curls while talking to Paul. Gram pinched the bridge of his nose, shut his eyes, and sighed.
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Sorry, boss." Bo did sound regretful. "I know you were looking forward to your date tonight."
"It's all right, Bo. Something tells me it was over with about ten minutes ago." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I'll see you in a few."
Gram ended the call and slid his phone in his pocket. Both men looked up when he stepped back into the room. His anger and disappointment must have showed on his face because Kasey tossed the towel on the back of a chair and came over to him.
"What's wrong?"
He could tell Kasey wanted to touch him, but Paul's presence in the room kept that from happening.
"There was trouble at the club. I have to go and meet the police there." Gram nodded to Paul. "Nice meeting you. Hope to see you at the club soon."
Paul stood and offered his hand this time. "I'm sure you will."
They shook hands and then Gram headed to the front door. Kasey followed him out into the hall, shutting the door behind them. Worry shone in Kasey's eyes.
"Is everything okay?"
Gram gave into the need to touch Kasey's golden skin. "It is now. One of my customers assaulted one of the waiters. I'm sure Jess will want to press charges, but I want to be there to talk to the police."
Kasey closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into Gram's palm. "I'm sorry about tonight. It didn't go quite the way I planned."
"It's all right. These things happen and it wasn't all bad." He checked the hall to ensure they were alone. He leaned forward and crushed Kasey's mouth with a quick, hard kiss. Stepping away, he gave Kasey a leering grin. "I got to fuck that tight ass of yours again. I think that makes it worth it."
Gram felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest when Kasey blushed and sent him a shy smile.
"I'll feel it tomorrow. I have practice in the morning, but maybe we could meet for a late lunch." Kasey stroked a hand over Gram's shoulder.
"Sounds good. Give me a call when you're available."
Gram turned and headed for the elevator. He needed to get to the club and check up on Jess. He looked back after pushing the call button. Kasey rested against the door, watching him. He blew Kasey a kiss and then waved his hand, signaling for Kasey to go back inside. Kasey nodded and went back in the condo while Gram stepped into the elevator.
He stood at the back of the car, deep in thought. What was it about Kasey that made Gram want to protect him? He had sworn off getting involved with men who were in the closet. Those relationships led to heartache because he always ended up falling for the guys who wanted to stay in their "normal" straight lives while screwing around with him in secret. He didn't want to be any man's secret. Just once he wanted to find a man confident of his sexuality and place in the world.
Yet here he stood, cock hard and aching, feeling like shit because he wouldn't be spending any more time tonight with Kasey. Where were his instincts, which should be telling him that forming a deeper attachment to Kasey was a terrible idea? Why, instead, did his heart tell him that Kasey could be what he'd wanted in a partner?
The ding of the elevator reaching the lobby floor brought him out of his thoughts. Gram stalked outside to hail a cab. He'd worry about where he and Kasey were going later. He had to deal with the police first.
"Sorry about dropping by like this," Paul said, staring at the TV screen.
Disappointment shot through Kasey for a moment and then he shook it off. He wouldn't be able to fall asleep in Gram's arms like he wanted, but his ass did ache nicely from getting fucked. "It's all right. We were just planning on watching the game and having a pizza. No big deal." Kasey grabbed his phone. "I'll order it now. What do you want on yours?"
Paul didn't look convinced, but told Kasey what he wanted. Kasey ordered and then hung up.
"Do you want something to drink? I probably have beer along with soda, water and juice." He stood and moved toward the kitchen.
"Water will be fine. Who's the beer for? I know you don't drink." Paul relaxed against the couch.
"Garrett crashes here sometimes while I'm gone. He drinks once in a while." Kasey pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge and tossed one to Paul as he came back into the living room.
He settled on the opposite side of the couch and looked at his friend. Paul had gotten traded to the Suns at the beginning of the season. They'd hit it off within minutes of meeting each other when they discovered a mutual love of hockey. Usually on road trips, the players were given their own rooms, but Paul and Kasey always shared. Kasey wasn't going to bring men back for sex and Paul was an introvert. They didn't worry about annoying each other. Their friendship was solid and they shared a lot of secrets with each other. Well, most of their secrets---except for Kasey's biggest one.
"What's wrong, Paul? I thought you and Rhiannon were going out tonight. Did you have a fight?"
Paul shrugged, keeping his gaze on the TV. "It wasn't much of a fight. She didn't like what I was saying, so she left."
"I knew you were having problems, but I didn't think it was this bad."
Kasey frowned. He had to be the most unobservant person in the world. First Garrett and now Paul. Of course, who would go to him for relationship advice? It wasn't like he was an expert or anything.
"We weren't having problems, Kase." Paul's head fell back and he stared up at the ceiling. "How can you have problems when you didn't really have a relationship to begin with? I was lying to her and finally had to tell her. She threw her shit in a bag and headed out."
He studied Paul, remembering different moments throughout the season. Expressions and conversations he'd had with the center. A thought burst into his head.
"Damn. You're gay."
If it'd been possible, Paul's café au latte skin would have turned white. He shot to his feet and headed toward the door. Kasey caught up to him before he could open it.
"Where the hell are you going?" He took Paul's hand and pulled him back to the couch.
"How did you figure it out?" Paul's hands shook.
Kasey watched Paul pace. "Just put two and two together, man. My twin is gay." He took a deep breath. Did he have the courage to say it? Nothing would happen. It wasn't like Paul would kick the shit out of him since his friend was in the same boat. "I'm gay as well."
Paul laughed, smacking him in the back of the head. "I knew that within five minutes of talking to you. A few of the other guys know too."
"I've never noticed them acting differently around me." He frowned. "Why didn't anyone say something sooner?"
"Live and let live, I guess. You don't flaunt it, Kase. In the locker room, you're another one of the guys, even though you don't brag about the women you've slept with or the size of your cock. Most of them could care less who you fuck as long as you keep doing your job." Paul flung himself back on the couch.
"What about you? Was Rhiannon cover?" He didn't like the thought of Paul using Rhiannon like that, but he understood why his friend felt he had to do it.
"Yes and no. I'm bi. I like fucking women, but being with a guy is more exciting to me. So dating her wasn't a stretch for me." Paul chuckled. "Wasn't a smart move on my part. I should have told her I didn't want to see her anymore and leave it at that, but I had to be honest and tell her the truth. I want to fuck men as well as women. Guess it's a good thing I never married her."
"I don't know Rhiannon well. Will she go to the press with this juicy bit of gossip?"
Kasey shuddered. He couldn't imagine having the possibility of his personal life being spread all over the news. After that thought, he realized it could happen to him if Gram decided to say anything. A pair of warm chocolate brown eyes appeared in his mind. Gram wouldn't do that to him. There was too much integrity and understanding in Gram's actions, telling him that Gram would never make their relationship public if Kasey didn't want it.
"I doubt Rhiannon's that spiteful." Paul shot a glance at Kasey. "What do I do now?"
Kasey shrugged. "I guess either you go on the way you've been or you can tell everyone and deal with the fall out."
"What are you going to do?"
Kasey shifted on the couch and stared at the TV. "About what?"
"Kase, I'm not stupid. Fletcher owns one of the most popular gay clubs in the city. You're gay. He was here and you had a nice just-fucked look when you opened the door." Paul reached out and tapped his hand. "Are you together?"
"Not really. We had sex for the first time last night." He blushed and grinned. "We've been friends for a while though. Playing basketball doesn't leave me time to get involved."
"Gram's different enough for you to be willing to break your rule?"
Kasey jumped to his feet, moving to the balcony door. He focused on his reflection. "Don't know. Maybe it's because we're friends. Gram's gone out of his way to accommodate me. Even when he wasn't sure if I was gay or not, he never did anything to make me uncomfortable or to make anyone question my sexuality."
Pressing a hand against the cool glass door, he thought about Gram. "I could fall in love with him, and I don't want to miss this chance because I was scared. I'm going for it and the world be damned."
His friend nodded. "Good luck. When some of the guys on the team find out, they're going to do their level best to destroy you."
Kasey nodded. "I know they will, but I'm not willing to make my choices out of fear. I can handle them."
"Maybe, but what about your endorsement deals? You could lose a bunch of those by coming out." Paul seemed reluctant to be the voice of reason.
"That's what I have an agent for. It's his job to get me endorsements or make sure I keep the ones I have." He hoped his agent felt the same way. Kasey wandered back to his seat and slouched down in the corner of the couch. "Let's just watch the game."
They settled in and nothing more was said about either of their problems.
Gram slumped, resting his head in his hands. He didn't look up when Bo sat down across the desk from him.
"I gave Jess a couple days off with pay. The hospital said he'd be okay. I think the kid was more angry than hurt."
"God, I loathe people who think they can get away with shit like that. Jess works at a gay club. It doesn't mean he's a rent boy or a hustler." Gram slammed his fist on the desk.
"True, but there are a lot of clubs where waiters and rent boys are one and the same." Bo leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. His friend narrowed his eyes. "Did you fuck him again?"
"It's none of your fucking business." Gram glared at his club manager.
"It is, because you know what kind of publicity the club is going to get when people realize you and Kasey are more than friends." Bo steepled his fingers and pressed them against his lips. "I need to know how serious you are about the kid."
Gram turned his back on his friend. It was the same conversation he'd been having with himself on the way to the club. "I haven't figured that out yet."
"I thought you swore off men who are in the closet." Bo laughed.
"I did."
He remembered the last relationship he'd had with a married man. He hadn't known about the wife until he spied the couple together. It wasn't a serious relationship and his heart hadn't been broken by the lies, but he'd decided he wasn't going to be any man's mistress. From that moment on, his encounters had always been with very "out" men.
"When the first sexy young thing comes shaking his ass in your face, you turn into a dog in heat."
He heard a rustle and then Bo moving around the room. He knew Bo was pouring a shot of whiskey.
"He never shook his ass at me once. I was the one who made the first move." Gram sighed. "There's something about him, Bo. I can't describe it."
"There always is."
"What?" Turning, he accepted the highball glass from his friend. He frowned into the amber liquid.
"There's always something different about each guy. You're old enough to know better. They're all the same. Just out for sex. None of those young guys are looking for a relationship." Bo's bitterness tainted his words.
"I know what you're trying to tell me, Bo, but I don't think it's going to be that way with Kasey. If it is, I plan on having as much fun as I can before he cuts me loose." He grinned, thinking of Kasey's tight ass and pretty cock.
"You're no good at hiding who you are, Gram. Be careful. Don't make a mistake and ruin the kid's career." Bo held up a hand to stop Gram's protest. "I'm just saying. He's young and impetuous. His brother's career has flourished in spite of being gay, but professional sports aren't the same as Hollywood."
"Thanks for being the voice of reason. At the moment, it could be nothing more than a couple of guys looking for sex." The lie rolled off his tongue. He already knew it was far more than simply sex.
Five days later---
Kasey paced to the balcony doors while he listened to Garrett rattle on about the movie he was shooting. He was tired. Three home games, plus trying to see Gram whenever either of them had a spare moment was eating up his energy. He grinned. Of course, if he and Gram wouldn't end up fucking each other all the time, he might actually get some rest.
The silence on the other end made Kasey realize he must have drifted off during the conversation. "Did you ask me something?"
"Yeah. I asked if you were still seeing Fletcher?" Garrett's voice was low.
Shit. He didn't want to discuss his relationship. "Yeah. As much as we possibly can without getting caught. I've had the girls go out with us one night."
There was no way he could lie to Garrett. It was less painful to spit it out since his twin always managed to weasel the truth from him.
"Why a relationship now, Kasey? Why not wait until you're ready to retire? No one can hassle you or hurt you for your choices then." Garrett sounded puzzled.
"That means I'm supposed to be lonely for eleven years, at least." He wanted to go out on the balcony and enjoy the Arizona sun, but he wanted to keep their talk private.
"You're not alone. You've got the team. You can't get rid of me and our friends." Rustling in his ear told him Garrett was more than likely making himself comfortable.
Kasey knew it could be a long afternoon. "I didn't say I was alone, Garrett. I said I'd be lonely. There's a difference. I love you and the girls. I enjoy hanging out with most of the guys on the team." He closed his eyes. "Being lonely means there's no one special waiting for me to come home. There's not one person who thinks I'm the center of his universe and wouldn't want it any other way. Do you understand?"
The silence on the other end of the line told Kasey that his brother did understand. "It's how I felt when Rich and I first got together. But why Fletcher?"
"When we met, he wasn't impressed by either of us. We're the Johnson twins, for fuck's sake. Amazingly good-looking, smart and talented in our chosen careers. Both of us get more air time than most stars, but Gram didn't care. He treated me just like any other guy. We became friends. I've wanted to ask him out way before this, but I wasn't ready to take a chance." He gripped the phone. "I'm scared, Garrett."
"About what?" Garrett was puzzled.
"I don't know how to have a relationship. I don't do relationships. They've always been a threat to my dreams. Suddenly, Gram kisses me and I'm thinking about things besides basketball." Kasey shook his head.
"You need to have other interests besides your job, Kase." Garrett gave a little laugh. "One day at a time. The hardest part of any relationship is over for you. You're friends. Now you build on that foundation. I like Fletcher. I think he respects your boundaries and the limitations basketball puts on you."
"I hope so because it's going to be rough when the media finds out." He rubbed his neck. "Some of the guys on the team keep making comments about gays."
"It'll only get worse when the truth comes out. Are you prepared for that?"
Moving to stand and stare out the glass doors, he shrugged, even though Garrett couldn't see him. "I don't think anyone can be prepared for the fallout, but I know you'll be there to back me up and Gram will, too. I hate having to sneak around like we do or pretend we're nothing more than friends. I'd like to spend the night in his arms and wake up with him in the morning."
"I've got an idea." Garrett sounded like a little kid.
Kasey chuckled. "What's your idea?"
"You have to be in New Orleans in a couple days for the All-Star game, right?" Garrett asked.
"Yes." He'd been voted a first time starter on the Western Conference team. It was an honor and he was excited to go.
"You have one road game before the break." Kasey could hear the grin in Garrett's voice.
"Yes." He had a feeling he knew what his twin was going to suggest.
"Invite Fletcher to meet you in New Orleans on Thursday. It'll be Valentine's Day and what better way to spend it than together?"
It was a great idea except for one thing. "I can't. If it got out I rented a hotel suite to meet a man, the media would have a field day. I don't want that to happen that weekend, Garrett. It'll happen sooner or later because I won't lie or hide. Please not that weekend." He wanted to enjoy his first All-Star appearance.
"Ah, but there's where having an openly gay twin works in your favor. I've already reserved a suite. I did it as soon as I found out you made the All-Star team. Rich planned on flying out to meet me there and we were going to have a romantic night together." Garrett's words were sad. "Why shouldn't you and Gram use it since my tryst isn't going to happen? I'll arrive in New Orleans on Friday to spend the weekend with you."
"Where's the suite?" Kasey still wasn't sure he wanted to risk it with all the publicity that particular weekend garnered.
"Suite 903 at Le Pavillon. It's beautiful. I spent a night there a couple of years ago when I had to premiere a movie in the city."
Kasey stared out into the night, thinking about his brother's plan. Would he have the balls to pull it off? Was he prepared to deal with the fallout if it didn't work and he was "outed"?
He closed his eyes and imagined Gram's serious eyes and sexy smile. The taste of his mouth and the feel of his lips. His ass still ached from the power of Gram's thrusts. He'd never felt as full as he did when Gram fucked him. Oh, he knew it was the afterglow of great sex with a new lover, but he couldn't deny how he felt.
"Unless you don't really want the relationship to be any more than a fuck or two?"
Kasey knew Garrett wouldn't judge him if he chickened out and decided not to move the relationship past this point. Kasey had never lied to himself, not even when it was the easiest thing to do. He liked Gram Fletcher and even if it ended up with him getting hounded out of the league, he would pursue the man.
"I'll do it. Is the suite reserved under your name? It won't be private if the paparazzi are hanging around the lobby, waiting for a shot of you heading to your room."
"No, it's actually under my bodyguard's name. Quentin will go and check in early on Thursday and then he'll bring the key to you. You can sneak in through a side entrance. Gram will have the other key and he can go right up without stopping in the lobby. I'll have dinner catered for you. It'll be the perfect Valentine's Day encounter, Kasey. Trust me."
"I hope so. Now you better get some sleep. You need to be on set in a couple of hours." Kasey left the door and flopped down on his couch.
"I hate night shoots. Too many damn bugs and alligators around. Ugh. Who thought it was a good idea to shoot a movie in Louisiana," Garrett grumbled. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do when you see Fletcher tonight."
"Well hell, that leaves me wide open to possibilities."
"Bitch." His brother laughed. "I'll call tomorrow if I can."
"Have a good night."
Kasey hung up the phone and set it on the end table. Lying back on the couch, he stared up at the ceiling. He had an hour before Gram arrived for dinner. Probably should go take a shower, but he didn't feel like moving. His eyes drifted shut and he fell asleep, thinking about Valentine's Day.
A pounding woke him up an hour later. He shot to his feet and headed for the door. Jerking it open, he grinned at Gram. "Sorry, I fell asleep on the couch." He stepped back and gestured for Gram to come in.
Gram waited for Kasey to shut the door before kissing him. "It's okay. We've been burning the candle at both ends most nights."
Kasey slid one arm around Gram's waist, buried his other hand in the curls at the nape of Gram's neck and kissed him harder. He growled as Gram opened up for him. Turning them, he pressed his lover back against the door and teased Gram's tongue with his. Their tongues stroked and dueled while they rubbed together. Gram gripped Kasey's hips, urging him to move faster.
He pulled away with a gasp. He slid one hand in between them and struggled to get Gram's pants unbuttoned.
Gram chuckled. "Maybe you should use two hands."
Giving him a wink, Kasey got both hands free and focused on getting Gram's pants opened. The hiss of the zipper sliding down made his cock twitch in the gym shorts he wore. He pushed the fabric down low enough to expose his favorite addiction, Gram's prick.
It sprang from the nest of dark curls at its base, full and hard. He gripped it in his fist and pumped once.
"Fuck, baby. Love your hands." Gram's hips arched off the door, thrusting his shaft through the tunnel Kasey's fingers made for him.
He dropped to his knees and licked the throbbing vein along the underside of Gram's cock. The skin was smooth over the hard flesh. He sucked the head of the shaft into his mouth where he swirled his tongue over the top. Pressing the tip of his tongue into Gram's slit, he felt his lover shudder. Hard hands cradled his head on both sides, holding him there while Gram slowly slid in and out of his mouth. God, Gram tasted good. Salty and bitter.
Gram pulled away from him. "Condom, Kasey. In my front pocket."
Kasey pouted, wanting more of Gram's salty come. Gram shook his head and gestured to his pocket. Kasey tugged the foil package out and tore it open. He rolled it over Gram's cock, then sucked Gram down.
He kept one hand braced on Gram's thigh and slid the other between Gram's legs, fondling his lover's balls. Tugging on them, he encouraged Gram to pick up the pace. Gram's hands gripped his hair and he started fucking Kasey's mouth. He hummed and Gram shook.
"Shit." Gram's voice was harsh, his hips jerking with each thrust of his cock into Kasey's mouth. "God, your mouth feels fucking good."
Kasey took each push deep into his mouth, relaxing the muscles and allowing the flared head to hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around Gram's shaft.
"Gonna come soon," Gram warned him.
He sucked harder, trying to pull the come from the cock he was worshipping. Gram grunted and a flood of warm liquid spilled into the condom. Gram's hands eased their grip and petted his head. He sucked Gram's cock until it softened and slid from his mouth. Kasey took care of the rubber, tying it off and managing to get it in the wastebasket beside the couch.
Rocking back, he stared up at his lover, who rested against the door. A lazy smile graced Gram's lips. Kasey grinned back. Gram reached out and ran a rough thumb over Kasey's swollen lips.
"Your mouth is the second best thing you have," Gram mumbled.
"Second best?" He poked his tongue out to lick the pad of the thumb.
"Oh yeah, your tight ass is my favorite thing about you. I dream about fucking your ass." Gram winked, holding out his hand.
Kasey took it and let Gram pull him to his feet. Groaning, he rubbed his erection against Gram's thick thigh. Hard lips attached themselves to his nipple and he arched.
"Gram, please." He wasn't sure what he was begging for. Did he want Gram's hand on his cock, jerking him to climax? Or did he want those talented lips and tongue to continue to tease his flesh? He gave a moan of displeasure when his nipple popped out of Gram's mouth and his lover gave him a serious stare.
"Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you."
His body jerked at the quick bite Gram gave his chest. Gram slid a hand around to grasp Kasey's ass and encourage him to continue moving. The other hand pinched and twisted his other nipple. Sensations swamped him. It was like he'd been enveloped by Gram's body. Hands, teeth, lips and tongue. Every nerve-ending in his skin fired and his balls drew tight. Gram played and nibbled. Twisted and flicked until Kasey was pleading with every shudder of his body and every incoherent word he cried.
"I'm going to..." he managed to get out before he filled his shorts with come.
Gram didn't stop playing with his nipples until Kasey stopped quivering and his knees threatened to buckle. He whimpered, his head dropping to rest on Gram's shoulder while Gram embraced him with a tight hug.
"Let's clean up, baby, and find your bed for a nap. We'll worry about dinner later." Gram supported him as they made their way back to Kasey's bedroom.
"Good idea," he muttered, his nipples aching from all the attention Gram had paid to them.
They stopped beside his bed and he stood there, letting Gram strip his soaked shorts from him. Gram wiped Kasey's drying come off and tossed the soiled fabric toward the bathroom. Kasey climbed under the covers, his eyes half-closed, watching his lover undress. A soft sigh left him when Gram joined him in bed and snuggled up behind him. A strong arm wrapped around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed against his shoulder.
"Rest now, baby. I've got you."
He nodded and his eyes drifted shut.
Two hours later, Gram stared down at Kasey. They snuggled together under the sheets.
Kasey sucked Gram's thumb into his moist warmth and teased it with his tongue.
Moaning, Gram rubbed his hard cock against Kasey. "I don't remember ever being this hot for a guy," he murmured before he latched onto a spot right below Kasey's right nipple.
Remembering at the last moment that Kasey probably wouldn't want to be marked, he started to pull away. Kasey's hands cradled the back of his head and held him there. His lover didn't seem too worried about it. Gram sucked and scraped his teeth over the soft skin. When the spot was nice and dark, he moved a few inches away to look at it. He pressed a thumb on it and Kasey's groan filled the air.
"What are you going to tell your teammates?" Gram licked Kasey's nipple and then blew on it.
"What?" Kasey sounded distracted.
Of course, Gram knew he wasn't making it easy for Kasey to concentrate on the question.
"This mark. If anyone asks you, how are you going to explain it?" He teased it again.
"Shit."
"Kasey?"
"Umm...nothing. None of their business. Told you Paul knows. Some of the other guys know, but they won't make a big deal about it. I can wear a T-shirt." Kasey surged up and crushed their lips together.
Gram rolled over and settled between Kasey's legs, rocking his hips and causing their erections to bump together. Both men moaned. He took advantage of Kasey's gasp to slide his tongue inside Kasey's mouth. He stroked behind Kasey's top teeth and Kasey shuddered. Reaching between them, he grasped Kasey's cock in a tight grip and pumped.
"Oh," Kasey moaned, arching his hips and thrusting his prick through Gram's fingers.
Kasey's hands left Gram's shoulders and wrapped around the top of the headboard, giving Kasey something to push against. By the uneven rhythm of Kasey's thrusts, Gram knew Kasey wouldn't last much longer. He leaned down and started sucking another mark up on Kasey's chest under his left nipple. Gram's tongue and teeth teased and tormented the spot. He wanted to suck up a dark spot on Kasey's golden skin. It was possessive and macho, but he wanted everyone to know Kasey was taken, even if none of the other men knew what the marks meant.
"Soon," Kasey warned him, shaft swelling in Gram's hand.
"Do it. I want you to lick your come from my hand," he whispered against Kasey's sweat coated body.
"Uh..."
Wet warmth drenched his hand and their stomachs. He stroked Kasey's cock until he was sure his lover was done coming. Gram worked his hand free and brought it up to Kasey's mouth. Kasey's dazed eyes remained focused on him while Kasey licked his hand clean.
"Mmm...I could watch you do that all day."
Kasey blushed and ducked his head. Gram knew compliments were hard for Kasey to accept. It must be from years of living with Garrett, who stole the spotlight without even trying. He groaned as Kasey trailed a finger along the length of his erection.
"How do you want to take care of this?" Kasey's voice was husky, but his breathing had calmed.
"By fucking your ass." Gram wasn't going to pass up another go at Kasey.
The man was leaving for an away game and then heading to New Orleans for the All-Star weekend. Gram wouldn't be seeing him for several days. He wanted to store up all the memories he could. Give him something to imagine while he was jerking off.
"I was hoping you'd choose that." Kasey grinned at him and started to spread his thighs.
Gram moved away, shaking his head. "No. Hands and knees."
Kasey flipped over and settled on his knees, hands gripping the headboard for support. Gram slid a finger down Kasey's spine, savoring the smoothness of his lover's skin. His fingers caressed the small of Kasey's back causing goose bumps to rise and a shiver to rack Kasey's body.
"Gram," Kasey murmured and tilted his hips, offering his ass.
He reached for the lube and a condom. Grimacing, he ripped open the package, tossing the foil onto the floor and rolling the latex over his cock. He'd gone in and gotten tested. The results weren't due back for another day or two. Until then, he'd keep using the rubbers, even though he was sure Kasey was clean. The press would have announced it if he ever failed a test.
Lube got squirted on the palm of his hand. He slicked up his cock and placed the blunt head at Kasey's hole. "Ready?"
Kasey nodded. "Yes. Don't worry."
Gram pushed in, taking his time. He didn't want to hurt Kasey, even though his lover was still stretched from their last round of loving. Sinking in as deep as he could, he groaned at the heat surrounding him.
"So hot and tight."
He leaned forward as Kasey pushed back and managed to bury himself deeper. His teeth nipped at Kasey's shoulder and he started moving. Kasey straightened slightly, creating a better angle for Gram to nail his gland.
"Shit." Kasey's shout rang through the room.
"Right there, huh?" Gram grinned. He did enjoy making his usually quiet lover shout.
"More, Gram. Please."
"Don't worry, Kasey. I'll take care of you."
He picked up the pace, impaling Kasey with each stroke. His balls slapped against the back of Kasey's thighs. Gripping Kasey's hips, he encouraged the blond to move with him. Each time, it was like slipping into heated velvet. Kasey clenched each time Gram retreated, milking his cock with intense determination.
A tingling started at the base of Gram's spine and his balls tightened. Only a few seconds more before his climax took him. His cock swelled and he lost the smoothness of his thrusts. One particularly deep stroke in and he stilled, head thrown back, and his come filled the condom.
Kasey kept massaging his shaft with his inner muscles, draining it of every drop before it softened and he slid out of Kasey with a groan.
Gram managed to get the condom taken care of and both of them cleaned off. He curled up beside Kasey, wrapped his arm around Kasey's waist and pulled their bodies tight together.
"Gram?" Kasey's voice held a question.
"Yes?" Gram ran his hand up and down Kasey's back.
"I need to ask you something." There was tension in Kasey's body, as if he wasn't sure how Gram would take the question.
"I'll answer anything you ask me, but can we do this after a nap? I can barely keep my eyes open." He brushed a kiss over Kasey's forehead.
"Sure."
Was that a hint of relief he heard in his lover's voice? Gram decided he'd worry about it later. He tugged the blankets up over them and settled down, comfortable with Kasey in his arms. After a nap, they'd talk about what was making Kasey nervous.
A ringing sound woke Gram up. He reached for the phone without thinking.
"Hello?"
"Who is this?"
Gram's eyes shot open. He stared up at a white ceiling and realized he'd fucked up. He wasn't home. He was in Kasey's bed answering Kasey's phone. Damn.
"Gram?" Kasey's sleep laden eyes stared at him from the pillows.
Fuck.
"Who is this?"
Now that he was awake, he recognized Garrett's voice. "It's Gram."
"What the fuck are you doing answering Kasey's phone? What if it was his coach?" Garrett yelled in his ear.
Gram handed the receiver to Kasey. "It's for you."
After Kasey took the phone, Gram climbed out of bed, tugged on a pair of sweats and headed for the bathroom. Taking his time, he washed his face and brushed his teeth. He wondered if he should bring a toothbrush to leave at Kasey's. When did Kasey become so important to me I'm thinking of making it a permanent arrangement? He shook his head. I don't even know if he wants it to be anything more than a causal thing.
"Gram."
Turning, Gram found Kasey leaning against the doorframe, a frown on his face.
"What did Garrett want?"
"Just to see how I was doing." Kasey trailed a hand over Gram's shoulder. "He said to tell you he was sorry for yelling at you. He tends to be a little protective of me."
"It's okay. I understand." Gram's stomach grumbled. "I'm starving. Wash up and I'll see about finding something for us to snack on."
Gram was setting the pizza box on the coffee table when Kasey came into the living room, wearing a pair of ragged gym shorts. "Cold pizza sounded good."
Kasey grinned as he sat down beside Gram. "I always thought cold pizza was better than hot any day."
"So do I." Gram handed his lover a piece and then took one. "How's Garrett's shoot going?"
"Good." Kasey took a bit and moaned. "I didn't realize how hungry I was."
"Great sex can wear a guy out if he doesn't keep up his strength." He winked at Kasey, who blushed. "What time do you need to be at the airport?"
Kasey was flying out later on that morning for an away game. Kasey curled up tight to Gram's side. Gram laughed silently. It was strange how protective he got when Kasey did that, considering his lover was a good seven inches taller than he was.
"By ten. The plane leaves around eleven. It's only a couple hours to Houston. The game starts at seven." Kasey's hand trailed over Gram's chest, his long fingers teasing the soft spot at Gram's hip.
Gram bit back a moan, marveling at the way his cock twitched and showed interest in the firm body next to him. The nap must have revitalized him.
"I reamed your ass twice tonight. I shouldn't be able to get a hard-on so soon even after a nap."
Kasey snickered. "It must be the thought of not being able to have it for a night."
"A night? More like five days, right?" Gram frowned.
He knew the All-Star weekend was after the Houston game and Kasey had been voted as a starter on the Western Conference team.
"Right. I'm spending the night in Houston and flying to New Orleans the next day." Kasey stiffened. "There something I've been meaning to ask you, Gram."
"Does it have anything to do with what you wanted to talk about before we fell asleep?"
"It's the same thing."
"What is it?" He massaged Kasey's shoulders, trying to ease the tension and return his lover to the pliant stage he'd been in a few seconds before.
"I was wondering if you'd come to New Orleans and spend the weekend with me." Kasey fidgeted.
Gram had a feeling he looked like a fish out of water and gasping for air. His mouth was open and he'd lost the ability to speak.
"I understand if you've already made plans," Kasey stammered. "Garrett got a suite at Le Pavillon near the French Quarter. He said we could use it on Thursday night. He doesn't plan on showing up until Friday. That's the earliest he can get off the set."
Shock still held Gram's tongue.
"The suite's in his bodyguard's name. No one would know we were there. You could fly in on Thursday and a driver would meet you. He'd have a key to the suite already. You could go straight up without dealing with the press or anyone. I'd show up later. Dinner's going to be delivered and we could spend Valentine's together."
Gram placed a finger over Kasey's lips, sealing Kasey's rambling mouth. Replacing his fingers with his lips, he kissed Kasey softly.
"Sounds great." He leaned back and smiled at the relief shining in Kasey's eyes. "Why?"
"Why?" Kasey's brow furrowed in a puzzled frown.
"Why me? Why now?" He pulled Kasey tighter to him. "Even with all the subterfuge, you run the risk of being discovered. Don't ruin your career because of me. I'm willing to keep going the way we are."
Kasey shook his head. "I'm not doing this because I think it's what you want, Gram. I'm tired of hiding. I've never been able to be myself. All through college, I worried about my secret being revealed. I always told myself I'd wait until I was older or closer to retirement before I came out."
"Why don't you?"
"I don't deserve to be lonely for most of my life." Kasey moved away and looked Gram in the eye. "I like you, Gram. I think we could have something serious here. I want to see if it works."
Gram nodded. "I understand, but I don't expect you to start marching in parades and wearing rainbows. You and I know we've got the possibility of a strong relationship. That's all that's important to me."
"I'm not ashamed of you and I won't be made to feel like I should hide." Kasey's chin took on a stubborn tilt.
"Thank you." Gram hugged him. "I'll meet you in New Orleans, baby. Let's see how far we can take this."
Kasey kissed him hard. Gram sank into it, letting Kasey take the lead. It wasn't often Kasey took control and Gram liked to encourage it when it happened. A thrill shot through him as Kasey stood up and held out a hand to him.
"Let's go back to bed and you can fuck me again."
Gram let Kasey pull him to his feet. "Sounds good to me."
He followed Kasey's tight ass back to the bedroom.
Thursday
Kasey slid the hotel key into the card reader, hand trembling. The door opened and Gram took his hand, leading him into the suite. Kasey walked into Gram's strong arms that wrapped around his waist and held him close. Their breath mixed together in soft sighs as they kissed. God, he'd missed this.
"I don't think I've ever missed anyone as much as I missed you and it was only one fucking night." Gram squeezed his ass with hard hands.
Kasey laughed. "I haven't been so glad for loose-fitting pants than I was today. I've had a constant hard-on, knowing I'd see you tonight."
Gram's hand wandered from his ass to the bulge at his groin. Kasey dropped his head to Gram's shoulder when his erection was given a hard squeeze. He pushed his hips toward Gram.
"Do you want me to take the edge off now or do you want to eat first?" Gram rubbed his palm over Kasey's zipper.
Kasey's stomach growled at that exact moment.
"I guess that makes the choice easy." Gram winked.
They laughed and moved apart. Kasey unbuttoned his suit coat and tossed it over one of the chairs as they passed through the living room to the dining room. Gram pointed to another one of the chairs and pulled the covers off several dishes.
"Dinner arrived right before you did. It should still be hot."
Kasey sat down with a groan. "I hate flying. I hate the crowds of people and the waiting."
Gram chuckled. "Yeah, it's a pain, but the team's not going to let you take the bus." He placed a plate in front of Kasey. "Great game by the way."
"Thanks. We were lucky Paul was hot last night. It felt like I was shooting bricks. Couldn't get anything to go in." Kasey sniffed appreciatively. "Fettuccine alfredo. My favorite. Garrett knows how to put on a great dinner, doesn't he?"
"He knows how to order a great dinner." Gram sat down next to him.
"We can cook simple things. Mom made sure of that, but anything like this is beyond our abilities. The only time we get it is when we go out to eat." He took a bite and moaned.
Gram's moan joined his next one as Gram took his first bite. "You're right. This is good."
Kasey smiled and the conversation halted for several minutes while they satisfied their hunger. Once the worst part of the urgency was taken care of, Kasey glanced at Gram.
"Did you have a good flight?"
"I got into Louis Armstrong airport without any delays, so I can't complain. Your brother's bodyguard was waiting for me when I got there. He gave me my key and drove me here." Gram sipped some wine. "He seemed like a nice guy."
"Quentin has been with Garrett for about three years now. Very loyal and honest. He doesn't let Garrett get away with anything. His wife, Lisa, is a great lady. She makes the most amazing cookies." Kasey closed his eyes, remembering the chocolate-chip cookies Lisa had made for his birthday last year. "Lisa's a stockbroker and doesn't have a lot of spare time to bake. She only does it for her special friends."
"You and Garrett make sure you stay on her good side, huh?"
"Sure. How else are we supposed to get homemade cookies," Kasey joked. "My mom had too many other things to do to really become a gourmet cook. She had to cart me to basketball practice and Garrett to acting lessons. Our younger siblings were involved in activities as well. Dad worked a lot of hours to make sure we could afford them."
"It sounds like you have a good relationship with your parents." Gram's fingers trailed over Kasey's hand.
"I do. Garrett and I try to get home several times a year. It's easier for me during the off-season. Garrett usually plans a break between movie shoots for a month and we head home." Kasey turned over his hand and entangled his fingers with Gram's. "What about you? Do you see your family often?"
His lover frowned and then shook his head. "No. I made the fatal error of choosing the wrong path and they've never forgiven me."
"They abandoned you because you're gay?" Kasey was surprised, though he knew it was a silly reaction to have. Even his parents weren't thrilled with him and Garrett when they first came out, but they got over it and came to accept them.
"What?" Gram looked puzzled for a second. "Oh, no. They have no idea I'm gay. If they knew about that, it'd be one more nail in my coffin, I guess. I chose to leave Belfast rather than fight in the conflict. I didn't see the point when both sides were wrong. I ended up emigrating here."
Kasey gripped Gram's hand tighter. "How long ago was that?"
"I came over here about twelve years ago. Before that, I wandered around Europe doing whatever kind of work I could. Left home when I was fifteen."
Kasey brushed a kiss over Gram's cheek. "I'm sorry about your parents, but I'm glad you're here."
Gram brought their lips together in a gentle meeting. Pulling back, Gram's serious eyes gazed at him. "I'm glad too."
They finished their dinners in companionable silence.
After pushing his plate away, Kasey stretched. His muscles ached from being crammed in those airplane seats. Even first class felt cramped because of his height.
Gram stood, picking up their silverware. "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll grab us some dessert?"
He leered at the man. "Will you be part of the menu?"
Gram slapped his ass as he went by. "I think we both will be."
Kasey grunted with approval, grabbing his suit coat from the chair and heading into the master bedroom. He glanced around, taking in the king-sized bed and antique furniture. He opened the armoire and hung up his coat. Sitting on the settee at the foot of the bed, he took off his shoes. The tension from traveling left him. It was good to be with Gram and not worry about when he would have to leave again. They had the entire weekend together. Sure, they'd have to be careful, but since Kasey wasn't given to public displays of affection, he wasn't worried about it.
Stripping, he laid his clothes on the bed and headed for the bathroom. He admired the black tiled floor and the gold fixtures as he turned the water on. Gram looked around the door frame.
"Just put on a robe. Don't worry about dressing."
Gram's gaze trailing over Kasey's body felt like a line of fire, warming his skin. His cock twitched and started to harden even more. Gram reached out and traced the throbbing vein along the underside of Kasey's shaft.
"Don't play with this while you're in the shower." Gram swiped his thumb over the flared head, gathering the precum from his slit and brought it to his mouth.
"It'll be close if you do stuff like that in front of me," Kasey mumbled. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from grabbing Gram and dragging him into the shower with him.
"Oh, I don't want you to waste that." Gram gave him a little push. "Get in there and don't take too much time."
Kasey jumped under the steaming water and sighed. He hated traveling and always felt grimy when he got home. With quick swipes, he soaped up and rinsed. He shut off the water and dried off, wrapping the robe around him and heading out to the main room.
"Your brother has good taste in hotel suites." Gram strolled up to him. They met at the section where the hallway split off in three directions.
"Rich must have picked it out. To be honest, even though he can afford it, Garrett isn't into showy displays of spending his money. When we go places, we normally get an inexpensive room at a nice local hotel." Kasey looked around the suite.
Gram gestured to Kasey's right. "There's a living room with a big screen TV. You've already seen the dining room. There's a second bedroom where I guess Garrett will be staying this weekend. Is he bringing anyone?"
"No." Kasey shook his head. "He and Rich called it quits. Even if they hadn't, Rich doesn't like me, he would never have come with my brother."
Gram took his hand, leading him forward. "And here is dessert."
Kasey smiled as he took in the nest of blankets and pillows piled on the floor in front of the fireplace. The chairs had been pushed back out of the way. A tray rested in the space between the blankets and the fireplace's hearth. He didn't hide the shiver racing over his body at the sight of the champagne bottle chilling in a bucket. There were strawberries, cream and chocolate arranged on the tray.
Gram handed him a sheet of paper. "This is for you."
Kasey studied the test results for a second and then looked up at Gram. "Why?"
"We know you're clean because if you weren't, the results would be spread all over the news. I wanted to show you a recent test. Now we can get rid of those condoms." Gram cupped Kasey's cheek. "If we're going to be exclusive, I don't want you to ever doubt my word."
Kasey nuzzled into Gram's hand. "Thanks, but if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have let you fuck me the first night."
"I'm glad you did."
They knelt in the middle of the blankets and Kasey tossed the paper over his shoulder. Gram wrapped his arms around Kasey's waist, pulling him tight against his chest. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, sealing their promise to each other. Kasey buried his hands in Gram's brown curls and took the kiss deeper. Tongues teased. Lips sucked. Teeth nibbled. Gram's hand slid down Kasey's back, cupping his ass in hard hands.
"We need to get rid of the clothes, baby," Gram mumbled, tugging on the belt tied at Kasey's waist.
"I couldn't agree more."
Kasey got Gram's shirt unbuttoned and off around the same time Gram got Kasey's robe off. All thought of getting Gram out of his pants shot from Kasey's head when Gram pushed him over. The moment his back hit the blankets, Gram sucked Kasey's cock down.
"Fuck." His hips lifted off the floor.
Gram pulled off with a pop and grinned at him. "We will, but now I'm wondering what you'll taste like drizzled with chocolate."
"What?" Kasey leaned up on his elbows and saw Gram reach for the small silver bowl of chocolate resting on the tray.
"It's warm, but not too hot. We don't want to burn your pretty cock."
He gasped as the first drop of warm liquid landed on the flared head of his cock. More chocolate continued to coat his shaft. Soon he was covered from head to root with chocolate. Gram set the bowl back down on the tray.
"Yum. Chocolate-covered cock. My favorite dessert." Gram settled between Kasey's thighs, nudging them farther apart with his shoulders.
Kasey's head fell back as Gram's tongue licked a line from his balls to the spot right below the crown of his cock. Dessert might kill him.
Gram hummed at the intriguing taste of the chocolate mixed with the salty bitterness of Kasey's precum. He could get used to the combination. He chased the swirls around Kasey's length, taking the time to press the pointed tip of his tongue into Kasey's slit. His lover moaned with each lick. He glanced up to see Kasey's hands fisted in the blankets at his side.
Kasey's cock throbbed and twitched. Gram relaxed his muscles to take in the entire length. When the flared head bumped the back of his throat, he swallowed.
"God," Kasey cried. His trembling hand entwined in Gram's curls and held his head there.
Gram didn't fight. He sucked, wrapping his hand around the base and pumping over the small bit of skin he didn't have in his mouth. He snuck his other hand down to fondle Kasey's balls. He rolled them around in his hands, squeezing and tugging a little. He caressed the soft skin between Kasey's balls and puckered hole.
Kasey's fingers tightened their grip and pulled slightly. "Sorry."
Kasey's hand stayed entangled but loosened enough to let Gram move. Gram applied hard suction to the shaft as he pumped and twisted with his hand. He managed to get the finger of his other hand wet and rubbed it against Kasey's hole.
"Please."
He nodded, letting Kasey know it was all right to fuck his mouth. He placed his finger at Kasey's entrance and pushed it in as Kasey was pulling out, causing Kasey to impale himself on Gram's finger. Shivers wracked Kasey as he clenched around Gram's finger, holding him tight. He humped the blankets under his own cock, fighting the urge to stop the blowjob and take Kasey right then and there.
"Gram, gonna," Kasey warned him.
He sped up. Hands, mouth and tongue worked together to drive Kasey over the edge. Thrusting his finger as far in as he could, he hit Kasey's gland with his knuckle. Kasey jerked and Gram grinned to himself. Yep, right there. He made sure to nail the magic spot with each stroke.
"Shit."
Kasey's prick slid in as far as Gram could get it and come filled his mouth. He swallowed, loving the taste. He sucked and licked until Kasey stopped shuddering. He pulled off Kasey's softened cock, reaching for a towel lying next to the tray. He cleaned off and then wiped Kasey off, making sure to get any chocolate he might have missed.
Sleepy eyes watched his every move. A limp hand waved him over for a kiss. He chuckled and gave his lover a quick peck before he went to pour them both a glass of champagne. He braced his back against a bunch of pillows and gathered Kasey into his arms. Taking a sip from the glass, he savored the taste of the fine French champagne, but decided he liked how Kasey tasted on his tongue better.
He offered the glass to Kasey, who took it and grimaced after sipping a little of it. "Don't like it, baby?"
Kasey shook his head. "No, never got a taste for it, I guess. Rich would order cases of it when we were in the South of France, but neither Garrett nor I liked it." Kasey laughed. "We're a couple of small town boys. Don't need much to make us happy except a bed to lay our head and someone to share it with."
"Well, you've got me for as long as you want me." Gram took another sip and set the crystal goblet back on the tray. He trailed his fingers down Kasey's spine, teasing the top of his crease.
His lover moaned and pushed against his thigh. Kasey's long-fingered hands started undoing his belt. He sucked in his stomach to allow Kasey better access to the button and zipper on his pants. Gram's body gave its own shiver when the cool air of the hotel room hit his hot flesh. His cock sprang proud and full from his pants.
Kasey's palms were rough from handling the basketball and his calluses caught in the dark curls at the base of Gram's shaft. Gram bit his lip to hold in a curse as Kasey slid his hand to cup Gram's balls. A hard squeeze and a gentle tug. Gram's eyes crossed. Kasey's warm tongue licked along the vein pulsing on the underside of Gram's prick.
"Hell, I love your mouth." Gram ran his free hand through the close cut curls of Kasey's hair.
Kasey smiled up at him. "Where's the lube, Gram?"
Lube? Had he remembered to get the lube out of his bag? He shot a glance around the room, trying to imagine where the tube might be. Ah-ha. He snagged it from where he'd covered it with the blankets.
"Here it is." He tossed it over.
Kasey gave him a sly smile and Gram wondered what the man had in mind. Kasey straddled Gram's thighs, settling back to nestle his cock into Kasey's crease. Gram arched, getting the head of his cock to bump into Kasey's hole. He was so focused on that, he jumped when he heard the top of the lube pop open. He saw Kasey squirt some slick stuff on his own fingers and then set the tube on his stomach.
"Hold on to that. We'll need it in a few minutes."
His eyes widened as Kasey reached around and start fingering that tight ass Gram had been admiring. "Kasey," he squeaked. "Kasey, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting myself ready for you, Gram. I used to do this a lot when I was in college. Couldn't find someone else to do it for me. I had some nice toys to play with." Kasey's eyes closed and pleasure filled his face.
"Fuck. I've got to see this."
Gram wiggled out from under Kasey, moving to kneel beside his lover and take in the view of two of Kasey's long fingers sliding into his ass. Gram caught his cock in a tight grip, trying to keep from coming just from watching. He bent and bit one of Kasey's firm cheeks. Searching blindly, he came up with the lube. He squirted some more out on Kasey's fingers.
"Three now," Gram ordered.
Kasey moved slightly, bracing his hand against one of the chairs Gram had pushed out of the way. Rising higher on his knees, he slid three fingers in and they both groaned. Gram slicked up his thumb, pushing it in as Kasey pulled his fingers out.
"Oh, Gram." The breathless tone of Kasey's voice told Gram Kasey liked the feeling of four fingers taking him.
Gram worked a finger in, making sure Kasey was always full of something. "I'll have to buy some toys for us, love. You'll be sexy as hell when I fuck you with a dildo. Maybe we should make it as thick as my cock and as long as yours. It'll fill you up."
Kasey's skin flushed and Gram knew his lover liked that idea.
"Makes you hard thinking about it, doesn't it? Don't worry. When we get home, you and I will be playing a lot." Gram let go of his cock and reached out to stroke Kasey's. It was hard and dripping precum. "You wanting?"
"Please, Gram. I want to ride you." Kasey looked over his tanned shoulder at Gram, pleading, with desire burning bright in his eyes.
"Oh, I think that sounds like a great idea."
Gram lay back down and let Kasey straddle him again. He held up the lube. Kasey took it, popped open the top and poured some into a trembling hand. Kasey braced himself on Gram's chest and slicked up Gram's cock.
He held Kasey's hips, helping him balance while Kasey lowered himself down on Gram's cock. Within seconds, he was buried deep in Kasey's tight passage.
"I missed this," he groaned as Kasey squeezed his muscles around Gram's prick. "I missed how we fit together."
"Missed how you filled me. Not the same with toys." Kasey lifted up, sliding along Gram's cock until only the head breached his hole.
Hissing, Gram tried to let Kasey control the pace of their lovemaking, but he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to. "If you don't want me flipping you on your back and reaming your ass, you'll start moving faster."
Kasey smirked. Gram tightened his grip on those lean hips in front of him and slammed Kasey back down on his cock. Both men grunted and Kasey's eyes rolled back in his head. Bracing his feet against the floor, Gram met each of Kasey's quick down strokes with his own hard thrusts. His balls tightened, but he didn't want to come without Kasey.
Meeting Kasey's dazed gaze, he nodded. "Jack off, Kasey. I want your come to coat my stomach while I fill your ass."
Kasey wrapped his hand around his own prick.
Gram made sure to time his moves with each pump of Kasey's fist. A shudder ran over Kasey's body when Gram nailed his gland.
"Gram?" Kasey stared down at him.
Nodding, Gram drove as deep into Kasey's passage as he could and let his climax wash over him. His spunk flooded Kasey's ass while Kasey's splashed over Gram's stomach. Gram closed his eyes, peeled his fingers off of Kasey's hips and urged the man down on top of him. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Trailing his hands up and down Kasey's spine, he soothed his lover until Kasey's breathing eased and he rolled to his side.
Gram managed to snag the towel and wipe them up. He settled back down, cuddling behind Kasey. He covered them with one of the blankets. Pressing a kiss on the nape of Kasey's neck, he entwined their hands and rested them on Kasey's stomach.
"Rest, baby." He nuzzled Kasey's ear. "We'll try the strawberries later."
Kasey chuckled and squeezed his hand. Gram closed his eyes, thinking it had been the best Valentine's Day he'd had in years.
Kasey studied the river of chocolate winding down Gram's chest. Two tributaries started at each nipple and converged right before Gram's belly button. Grunting softly, Gram shifted. Kasey held his breath, hoping his lover didn't roll over and smear the chocolate all over the blankets. Gram settled with a small smile on his face. Kasey wondered what he was dreaming about.
The sweet sauce pooled in the indentation, overflowed to continue south toward the nest of dark curls at the base of Gram's cock. When Kasey had started creating his living chocolate-covered sundae, Gram's prick was soft and limp, resting against his thigh. By the time he finished drizzling the chocolate, it was standing tall and proud, clear precum leaking from its slit.
He stifled a laugh as he coated the strawberries in chocolate and nestled them in the curls. Damn, the man looked good enough to eat, but he was missing one thing. The red and white can of whipped cream caught his eye and he smirked. The best part of a sundae was the cream at the top.
The sound of the can being shaken caused Gram to frown. Those slumberous eyes popped open as Kasey shot a stream of whipped cream over the crown of Gram's cock.
"Bloody hell, what the fuck are you doing?" Gram leaned up on his elbows and glared at him. "You made me look like a fucking sundae."
Kasey grinned up at his disgruntled lover. "That's the point. I couldn't let those strawberries go to waste and you got to try the chocolate." He waved his hand at the construction of fruit, chocolate, cream and cock. "I wanted to get a taste of you."
Gram groaned and flopped back, his eyes closed. The cream started to slide down the length of Gram's cock. With a wave of his hand, Gram gestured to his groin. "If you don't hurry, it's going to melt into a god-awful mess."
"We can't let that happen, even though we can always add more to it." He pushed Gram's thighs wide with his shoulders, deciding to work on the cream and strawberries first.
"Don't make yourself sick on sugar, love." Gram's hand threaded through Kasey's hair. "Have your dessert."
Gram's smile warmed Kasey's heart. He pressed a quick kiss to his lover's right thigh before swiping his tongue along the underside of the thick cock in front of him. A shudder shook Gram's body and the muscular thighs tensed. Kasey pointed his tongue and pressed the tip to the bundle of nerves right below the crown.
"Damn." Gram swore, his fingers tightening in Kasey's hair.
Long sweeps and short licks. He sucked a large dollop of cream off the top of Gram's cock, swirling his tongue around to gather some of the salty liquid along with the sweet chocolate. He nibbled his way down the hard shaft, nipping the soft skin, but gently, not wanting to hurt Gram.
Nuzzling closer, he bit into the first strawberry. Crisp bright flavor burst over his tongue, the sweetness of the chocolate and the bitterness of Gram's come mixed together with the fruit. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. He swallowed and immediately searched for the next one.
Gram's hands wandered over his back, caressing each bump of his spine they could reach. Light touches traced the curve of Kasey's shoulder blade. After finishing the last strawberry, he moved back to Gram's cock. He wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft and sucked the entire length into his mouth.
He gripped Gram's hip with his other hand, holding him still until he could get used to the thickness of Gram's prick. When his muscles relaxed enough, he bobbed his head, signaling to his lover it was okay to move. Gram thrust, stroking in and out, moving with gentle ease, but Kasey didn't want gentle. He wanted Gram to fuck his mouth.
He let the cock slid out of his mouth and glared up at Gram. "Fuck me," he ordered.
Gram twisted, grabbing Kasey's shoulders and flipping him over onto his back. Gram was going to fuck him all right, but it was his ass the man would take, not his mouth. Complaining didn't cross Kasey's mind. He wanted Gram any way he could get him. Gram teased his hole, causing Kasey to moan and spread his legs wide.
"You ready?" Gram pushed two fingers in.
"Yeah. Don't worry about the fingers, Gram. I want your cock." He shifted and wiggled, trying to entice his lover to take him.
"Good. I didn't think I could take much more of your tongue." Gram knelt between Kasey's legs, guided the head of his cock to Kasey's opening and pushed in.
Kasey met Gram halfway in a fierce kiss, their tongues fought while Gram drove in. He hooked his ankles around Gram's legs, making sure each thrust went as deep as it could. Gram slid his hands under Kasey's ass, tilting his hips to find the right angle. Electricity shot through Kasey, his head dropped back and a shout filled the room.
"Fuck."
Each deep stroke into his ass nailed his gland, and his climax built at the base of his spine. He wound his arms around Gram's shoulders, crushing their bodies together, and let his own erection rub against Gram's stomach.
"Ah," he moaned, rocking back and forth, working with his lover to bring them to mutual climax.
Gram slammed into him and stilled. Wet heat flooded him, driving him over the edge. His come mixed with the chocolate smeared over their chests and stomachs. Gram collapsed on him, pinning him to the blankets.
Their pulses slowed down until their hearts beat together in the same steady rhythm. Gram rolled to one side and Kasey cuddled close, enjoying the feel of strong arms embracing him. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"I think we'll end up sticking together if we don't clean off," Gram murmured and shifted, trying to reach the towel.
"Maybe we should take a shower. It'll be easier to get the chocolate off." Kasey grinned.
Gram climbed to his feet, held out a hand to help Kasey up. Before he could step away, Gram cupped his cheek and met his gaze with an intense stare.
"I'm falling in love with you, Kasey." Gram chuckled. "I think the whole process started the first night I met you. You're stuck with me forever unless you want to break my heart."
Kasey pressed a soft kiss to Gram's mouth. "You and I are in the same boat, Gram. I'm willing to take the risk of my personal life becoming public because I'm in love with you."
They shared another gentle kiss holding a promise of love.
Sunday Afternoon
Kasey dribbled the basketball, glancing up at the shot clock. Ten seconds left. The game clock ran one second behind. The Western Conference was two points behind. Paul pushed and shoved under the basket and Kasey knew his friend wasn't going to get free of the coverage. Taking a look around the court, he realized there wasn't enough time for him to orchestrate a play for one of the other players to take a shot.
Five seconds. He set his feet. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his face. He fought the urge to wipe it off. Four seconds. He saw the crowd cheering, but there wasn't any sound. The ball rolled off his fingers with a light touch, arced to the net and swished in. The buzzer sounded and the arena's roof shook with the roar of the crowd. The noise slammed into his body like hitting a brick wall. His All-Star team mates swarmed him and he grinned.
He searched the seats, trying to find Gram and Garrett. His lover and his brother stood, shouting and whistling, huge smiles on their faces. Kasey waved to them. Garrett winked and Gram waved.
Ten minutes later, when the din had died down, Kasey stood in the middle of the court, accepting the Most Valuable Player award. Flashbulbs burst in his face, causing dots of lights to dance before his eyes. Arena security formed a fence between him and the fans. He lifted the trophy up in the air, letting the fans see it. The furor and excitement built and reminded Kasey why he played the game of basketball. His gaze met Gram's eyes and he grinned. Winking, Gram nodded. Kasey wished he could rush through the interviews. He wanted to celebrate with his lover.
An hour later, Kasey managed to get into the locker room through the gauntlet of reporters and fans. Standing in front of his temporary locker, he jerked off his jersey. There was a representative from the Hall of Fame there, ready to take it and his shoes. He was thrilled. He'd planned on being inducted into the Hall after his career was over, but if that never happened, at least one of his accomplishments would be remembered.
He reached for a towel. Making his way to the showers, he acknowledged the congratulations his All-Star teammates yelled at him. He turned to smile at Paul when someone slammed into him.
Whirling around, Kasey met the icy glare of Roscoe, a star guard from one of Kasey's rival teams.
"Imagine them giving you that trophy. I wonder how they'd feel if they found out you were a fag."
Kasey's eyes widened and he knew his face had gone pale. How was he supposed to act? He had a feeling if he protested, the man would use it as encouragement to continue hassling him, but he knew he risked getting his ass kicked if he admitted to being gay.
"Nothing to say, fag." Roscoe glanced back into the showers and yelled, "Watch yourselves, guys. The queer's coming in. Don't turn your back on him."
"Shut the hell up, Roscoe. You're making an ass of yourself," Colville, last year's league MVP, punched Roscoe in the shoulder. "You're just jealous they didn't give it to you."
"Jealous? Hell, I couldn't care less if the fag got the trophy." Roscoe snarled at Colville. "You like playing with a homo?"
Colville flipped Roscoe the finger. "If he plays like the kid here, I wouldn't care if he liked dressing in women's clothes and wearing high heels. Why don't you go fuck yourself, Roscoe? Give the kid a break."
Kasey skirted by the men and made it into the shower area. Paul joined him.
"You okay?" His friend's concern showed in his eyes.
Kasey nodded, not trusting his voice. Shit. He had to get used to the comments. Hell, Eric hassled him every chance the man got. He'd forgotten Eric and Roscoe were friends.
"He's just repeating what Bansworth has told him. They don't know anything."
Paul's comment was meant to be reassuring, but Kasey knew it was the tip of the iceberg. Things had the potential to implode when the truth came out.
"Don't let Roscoe bother you, kid. He talks out of his ass most of the time." Colville stopped next to him.
"Thanks, man." Kasey appreciated the basketball star taking the time to acknowledge him.
"Do you think you could get your brother's autograph for me?" Colville winked at Kasey, leaning closer to whisper, "I'd let him fuck me."
Kasey felt his mouth drop open. He wasn't sure what to say.
Colville laughed. "I'm not gay. I'm just saying if I was, I'd let your brother fuck me."
"Okay," he stammered. "Get ahold of me and I'll see what I can do."
"Great, Johnson. Look forward to that and to playing more All-Star games with you."
Paul shot Kasey a glance after Colville walked away. "That was weird."
"I know." He shrugged. "I'm glad he was willing to try and diffuse the situation. I couldn't think of anything to say."
"You've got to be quicker on your feet than that, Kase. It's not going away." Paul looked back to where Roscoe stood glaring at Colville. "Besides I don't think it was you. I think it's more Colville and Roscoe don't like each other. Anything either of them can do to annoy the other makes them happy. It's a different kind of game."
"Probably right." He stuck his head under the water. "You want to join us for dinner? Garrett got us reservations at Emeril's."
"Sure. Thanks." Paul grinned.
Gram heard a commotion. The determined pack of reporters swarmed Kasey and Paul as they stepped from the locker room. Kasey politely declined to do more interviews or answer any more questions. Gram waved from where he stood beside an exit door. Garrett had gone out to the limo already. The basketball players headed toward him.
"Hey, Johnson." A voice rang out over the din.
Kasey froze and Gram saw a flash of fear burn through his lover's eyes. He looked over Kasey's shoulder to see who it was putting that emotion there. Roscoe, one of the NBA's top stars, stood on the other side of the crowd. Gram shivered at the hatred in the man's eyes.
"Turn and face him. Don't let him know you're upset," Gram said to Kasey.
Kasey nodded and swung around. "What do you want, Roscoe?"
A look of surprise crossed the big man's face. Gram wondered if it was the first time someone like Kasey had stood up to him. "I don't like your kind. I don't want to play with your kind."
"What kind is that? A kid who can play basketball better than you?" Kasey took a step toward the forward while the reporters scrambled to tape or write down every word.
"You wish you were as good as me. I meant fags. I don't like them and I don't want them in my locker room." Roscoe's grin was full of malice. He knew he was starting a rumor that could ruin Kasey's reputation.
"Well, considering my brother's a fag, Roscoe, I'd rather be queer than a narrow-minded bigot like you. Don't worry. I doubt we'll ever play on the same team." Kasey whirled around and faced Gram. His eyes sparkled with relief, excitement and an odd happiness. "I invited Paul to join us for dinner."
"Great." Gram pushed open the door, ushering them out. "Quentin and Garrett have the limo ready for us."
"Mr. Johnson, are the claims Mr. Roscoe made true?"
"Mr. Johnson, are you gay?"
Gram blocked the doorway, keeping the reporters from following until Kasey and Paul were in the back of the limo. What the fuck was Kasey thinking? Getting into a shouting match with Roscoe and mentioning words like "queer" and "fag" wasn't the smartest way to stay in the closet, even if he had managed to make it look like he was sticking up for his brother. As soon as the guys were in the limo, he moved out of the door way and sprinted to the car.
He literally landed on Kasey's lap. "Drive, Quentin. Get the hell out of here."
Quentin pulled away from the curb without running anyone over. The four men in the back of the car managed to sort themselves out. Garrett and Paul shared the seat facing Kasey and Gram.
Paul laughed. "I've never been chased by the press. It's kind of scary."
Garrett shrugged. "You get used to it after a while. I still say the most frightening experience is being chased by a mob of screaming fans. The guys are as bad as the women."
"He's right. I went with him to the Oscars last year. Holy shit. That whole red carpet thing. Scary as hell." Kasey rested his hand on Gram's thigh.
Gram leaned over and gave Kasey a quick kiss, glad the windows were tinted. "Congratulations, baby. Not only did you score the winning basket, you were voted MVP. Not bad for a first time starter. The fans love you."
"At least the fans do. My fellow players aren't too fond of me." Kasey frowned.
"What was that whole shouting thing about between you and Roscoe," Gram asked.
"Some smart ass comments, but it's okay. It got handled." Kasey looked out the windows.
Gram shot Paul a look. The other man shook his head slightly, letting Gram know not to push it. He would make sure Kasey enjoyed himself, but they would talk about this before the weekend was over.
Pulling up in front of the restaurant, Gram took advantage of Kasey climbing out before him to grope his lover's firm ass. Kasey threw a glance at him over a shoulder. He winked and shrugged. Kasey shook his head with a rueful grin.
They made their way into Emeril's and were led to a private room where they wouldn't be bothered. None of them wanted to deal with fans at the moment. The night passed by with good food, wine and conversation. Paul fit in well with them. Gram enjoyed talking to Moorhouse and hoped everything worked out for the man.
When they returned to Le Pavillion, Garrett asked Quentin to drive Paul to his hotel. Gram was eager to get up to the suite and help Kasey celebrate in a different way.
Garret grinned at them. "I can feel the tension vibrating between you. Maybe I should have gone with Paul and stayed in his room tonight."
Kasey blushed and ducked his head. Gram slid his hand over Kasey's ass, giving one of those muscled cheeks a squeeze.
Garrett laughed. "Keep the noise down. I need my beauty sleep."
"Fuck you, Johnson." Gram flipped him the finger.
"Sorry. I never mess with my brother's boyfriends." Garrett strutted in front of them to the suite door. "No matter how much they might beg me."
"You're too much of a top for me." He turned to Kasey as they entered their bedroom. "Your brother's a conceited ass."
"I know, but it's part of his charm."
Kasey gripped Gram's jacket lapels and jerked him toward that tall body. Crushing their mouths together, Kasey demanded entrance. Gram didn't argue. He simply opened up. Kasey thrust his tongue in, stroking the roof of Gram's mouth and causing him to shiver. He broke the kiss off when they both ran out of air.
"I don't want to talk about Garrett."
Gram managed not to smile when Kasey started to tug Gram's jacket off. "You're right. We have better things to do."
He took over the kiss, knowing the adrenaline from the win hadn't worn off yet. The sex would be fast and hard this time. Within minutes, he was naked and Kasey dropped to his knees to swallow Gram's cock down to the base.
"Fuck me," he cried, his hips thrusting deep in Kasey's warm mouth.
Kasey pulled away and grinned up at him. "No, you're going to fuck me."
"I can do that. Strip." He went and pulled the blankets off the bed.
When he turned around, Kasey was naked and shaking with need. Gram grabbed Kasey's hand, leading him to the bed. "Lay on your back."
Kasey followed his orders, but stopped Gram as he was reaching for the lube. "Now, Gram."
"I need to get the lube, baby. I don't want to hurt you." He caressed Kasey's cheek.
Rolling over, Kasey took his cock in his mouth again. Gram gasped, gripping Kasey's shoulders. Kasey licked and sucked, getting Gram's shaft as wet as possible. Swipes of his tongue built the pleasure.
"Kasey, stop. I don't want to come until I'm in you." Gram squeezed the base of his cock, holding off his climax.
Kasey rolled onto his back, spreading his legs. The offering of his body like that made Gram's breath catch in his lungs. He climbed between Kasey's long legs and pressed his cock against Kasey's opening.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." He hesitated.
"I ache right now, love. Please." Kasey's voice was strained and his lean body arched off the mattress.
"Bear down then. We'll take it slow. If you need me to stop, tell me."
He slid his hands under Kasey's ass and lifted up while he thrust in. Kasey's hiss caused Gram to pause.
"Are you all right?" Gram didn't like the idea of not stretching Kasey.
"Damn it, Gram."
Strong arms wrapped around Gram's shoulders and suddenly he found himself on his back. Kasey straddled him and impaled that tight ass deeply on Gram's cock.
"Shit."
"Fuck."
Their voices blended together perfectly as their bodies always had. Kasey's inner passage massaged Gram's cock with hard contractions. Each of his thrusts were met with Kasey's downward pushes. Gram braced his heels against the mattress to provide even more leverage as Kasey rode him. There was no finesse or gentleness to their lovemaking this time. It was hard, fast and savage. He needed to get as deep as he could, so with a surge, he switched their positions again.
Kasey's legs ended up over Gram's arms and he spread Kasey wider, ensuring he nailed Kasey's gland with every stroke. Kasey braced his hands against the headboard. The room filled with grunts and moans. Skin slapping skin.
"Right there. Again. Harder."
Gram had to smile at Kasey's demands. He obeyed them, moving faster and harder. His hands gripped those muscular thighs and knew Kasey would feel this lovemaking in the morning. There would be bruises marring that golden skin.
"Touch yourself. I want to feel you come on my cock."
Kasey fisted his own cock and started pumping in time with Gram's thrusts. Those eyes Gram had come to love rolled and that flat ripped stomach rippled.
"Gram, I'm gonna come."
"Do it now."
Gram's next thrust pegged Kasey's gland and his lover shot thick ropes of white come all over his stomach and hand. The tightening of Kasey's ass put pressure on Gram's cock to the point of pain. The tingling at the base of his spine exploded and he filled Kasey with his own liquid.
"Love you," he whispered as Kasey collapsed on his chest.
"Love you too," Kasey answered, rubbing Gram's back with shaking hands.
Gram waited several minutes until he could catch his breath before he shifted Kasey to the side with a groan. Kasey winced, but protested Gram's withdrawal as Gram climbed out of bed.
"I'm going to get cleaned up. I'll be back with a washcloth to take care of you."
After he cleaned them both up, he tossed the cloth in the sink and went back to snuggle with Kasey under the blankets. His lover's head rested on his chest and Gram ran his hand over Kasey's shoulders.
"Congratulations, Kasey." He brushed a kiss over the crown of Kasey's head.
Kasey's reply was a soft murmur, so soft Gram didn't have a clue as to what the man said, but he didn't worry. He'd let Kasey sleep and they would have a talk about what Roscoe was shouting when they left the locker room.
Kasey rested his head on Gram's chest, listening to his lover's heartbeat return to normal. Their second round of sex created a deeper ache in his ass, but he didn't mind. It helped remind him he had someone who loved him and wanted him. He loved knowing he was the reason for Gram's satisfaction and exhaustion. Gram's strong arms embraced him and rough fingers caressed his spine.
"As much as I love fucking you, I think this is my favorite part, being able to hold you in my arms as we fall asleep." Gram sighed. "And getting to wake up next to you in the morning."
Kasey cringed, glad Gram couldn't see his face. His brave talk to Paul and Garrett about not caring what the world thought was hollow. He still hadn't found enough courage to ask Gram to stay the night. He worried some reporter would get wind of their private relationship, stake out his condo and notice Gram hadn't left.
"I'm sorry," Gram murmured. "I don't mean to make you feel bad."
Strong hands rubbed Kasey's shoulders. "No, you're right. It's been great these last couple of days."
He pushed away, climbed out of bed and went to stand by the window. "I know my fears held us back from making a serious commitment to each other."
"Hold it." Gram's voice held surprise.
Turning, he found Gram leaning against the headboard and frowning at him.
"I thought we were serious about each other." Gram gestured around the room. "If I didn't love you, I'd never have put up with all this secretive bullshit to see you."
Kasey hung his head. "I was worried you'd get tired of hiding."
"Hell yeah. I don't like hiding. I've never lied or covered up who I was. Fuck anyone who hates me because I'm gay, Irish or own a nightclub. People hate each other for the stupidest reasons," Gram said.
"I'm sorry," Kasey apologized, not sure what else to say.
"The difference between us, Kase, is I have nothing to lose by being openly gay. I won't lose my nightclub or my career. I don't have endorsement deals to worry about. You do and that's why I never pushed to make a public statement about our relationship." Gram kneeled in the middle of the bed, holding out his hand to Kasey. "Come back to bed, love. As long as we're together, it doesn't matter if we're the only two who know or if the whole fucking world knows."
Kasey stared at the man who had some who come to mean everything to him. He made his way over to Gram, letting Gram take his hand and guide him onto the bed.
Lying on his back, he cupped Gram's cheek and laughed softly. "It won't matter if I make a public announcement. Roscoe's little scene after the game tonight will cause a media frenzy tomorrow."
"We'll deal with it then, baby. In here, nothing can touch us."
Their kiss started soft, but morphed into a harder, deeper claiming. Gram was right. When they were together, the world didn't matter. He blocked out all thoughts of anything except his lover.
"Love me," he whispered against Gram's lips.
"I do." Gram proceeded to show him how much.
Kasey's cell phone rang the next morning while he was eating breakfast. Digging it out, he checked the number.
"It's James," he told Garrett and Gram.
"Take it. He's probably freaking because you won the MVP at the game." Garrett grinned.
Gram frowned, but nodded. Kasey knew he was thinking about the confrontation the night before.
"Hey, James. What's got you up so early?" He wandered into the bedroom he and Gram shared.
"Is it fucking true?" James Kendall's Jersey accent got thicker when the agent was excited.
"Is what true?" He frowned. It's started all ready.
"Did you get in a shouting match with Roscoe after the game last night?"
It wasn't the question Kasey was expecting James to ask. "Yeah. Some words were exchanged. The guy's an asshole."
"Hell. Everyone knows that, Johnson, but you have an image to uphold. You can't be causing scenes like that in front of reporters, even if you were defending your brother."
Kasey wanted to blurt out the truth, but he didn't think it was something he should admit over the phone.
"When do you get back to Phoenix?"
He heard paper rustling and knew James was looking at his appointments.
"This afternoon around three."
"Okay. I'll meet you at Samson's at five. We'll discuss how we can use this to our advantage and how the MVP trophy has upped your desirability."
Kasey had been looking forward to sneaking over to Gram's apartment and hanging there for most of the night. He figured reporters would his condo staked out. "Fine. I'll be there at five."
"See you there, superstar." James hung up.
He ended the call and flung his phone on top of his suitcase.
"The rumors start?" Gram wrapped an arm around his waist. "Is that why he called?"
"He wanted to know if the reports about Roscoe and me were true. He figured the comments I made were me sticking up for Garrett." Kasey leaned back against Gram's solid body, secure in knowing his lover would support him.
"Did you tell him the truth?" Gram's voice was neutral.
Kasey knew Gram didn't want him to feel pressured. "No. It's not something I want to do over the phone. We're meeting at five when I get back to Phoenix. He wants to do damage control, I guess, and also figure out how we can turn the All-Star game into a plus for me."
Gram rubbed Kasey's back. "Being the MVP gives you a little more for negotiations."
"I hope so and I hope James decides to stick around after I tell him." Kasey turned and faced Gram. "He needs to be prepared because the next time a reporter asks me if I'm gay, I'm not going to deny it."
"But you're not going to say yes, are you?" Gram studied him.
"I think it'll be an admission by silence. By not denying it, I'm allowing everyone to draw their own conclusions." He pressed a soft kiss on Gram's mouth. "I want to be able to spend every moment with you I can and I'm no longer going to worry about reporters seeing us together without Garrett or one of the girls around. I'm twenty-three. I make an obscene amount of money playing a game. As long as my private life doesn't affect my game, it shouldn't matter who I see or what I do."
"True, love, but not everyone agrees with you. Are you ready to deal with the consequences?" Gram cradled Kasey's face in his hands. "To me, it doesn't matter either way. I love you and I'll be there to back you through it all."
Kasey pulled Gram to his chest and kissed him with all the love in his heart. Winning the MVP trophy was a great achievement, but the greatest was winning the heart and love of Ingram Fletcher. It was the only one he'd cherish forever.
"Sorry to interrupt, kids, but Quentin called." Garrett stuck his head in the room. "You'll have to sneak out through the hotel kitchen. The manager's cool. He helped me out the last time I stayed here."
"Why would we sneak out?" Gram frowned.
"Reporters have the lobby and the front covered. From what Quentin said, they've talked to Roscoe and he claims you're gay, Kasey, and Gram's your boyfriend." Garrett looked worried.
"Shit. Why can't people mind their own business?" He slammed his fist against his thigh. "The reporters aren't going to let this go."
"No, they aren't, but you don't have to make any statement until you've talked to James. Leave through the kitchen and we'll drive you to the airport." His brother grabbed his suitcase while Gram closed and zipped his.
Kasey gritted his teeth. He didn't want to sneak out of the hotel like he was a criminal. He shouldn't be made to feel like he was wrong because he loved another guy.
"Don't fight this battle right now, love. Go home, make your plans and tell the public if you want." Gram brushed a thumb over Kasey's forehead, smoothing out his frown.
They went down and ducked through an employee's door to meet up with the hotel manager who led them through the back door Where Quentin waited, holding the limo door open.
Garrett strolled to the limo. It didn't matter if anyone saw him. Gram and Kasey were next, leaving the building together. Kasey focused on the vehicle and hoped they got out of there without anyone seeing him. The alley of a hotel wasn't the place he wanted to come out in.
"There he is," a voice shouted.
He cringed, but didn't speed up. He wouldn't make the reporters think he was scared of them. Gram was climbing into the car.
"Hey, Johnson, why don't you introduce us to your girlfriend?"
Gram turned, anger flashing in his eyes. Kasey stopped and turned to face the group of reporters and camera men heading toward them. He took two steps before Quentin moved in front of him to stop the media people from getting too close. Both Gram and Garrett stood on each side of him, flanking him.
"Don't let them irritate you. That's what they do, and you'll suffer for it," Garrett murmured under his breath.
"Come on, Johnson. Brothers share everything. Do you and your brother share your girlfriend?" The same voice called out.
Kasey couldn't see who was yelling, but he scanned the crowd. Many of the reporters looked uncomfortable and a few wouldn't meet his eyes. He and Gram gazed at each other for a few moments. Gram shrugged, letting him know it was up to him what he wanted to do.
"You're here to ask me whether the comments made by Wilson Roscoe about my sexual orientation were true." He made a point of meeting each reporter's eye. "Why should I answer any questions when people who are supposed to be professionals make asinine comments like that?"
"We're sorry, Mr. Johnson." One of the reporters stepped forward.
Kasey tilted his head in acknowledgement of the man's apology. He took a deep breath. Gram's hand touched his hand and without thinking, he grasped his lover's hand to gain some courage. Hearing a click and seeing a flash, he realized the camera men noticed their connection. Gram squeezed, signaling his support.
"I'll make one announcement. After that, you can contact my agent for any other statements. You have managed to find your way into a part of my life you have no right to be in, but I'll let you enter for a moment." Kasey slid his arm around Gram's shoulder, bringing their bodies closer together. "This man is my lover and my partner. He means everything to me and if the public can't deal with it, then they'll have to work out their issues."
"You could lose endorsement deals. Aren't you worried about that?" The question shot out of the crowd.
"Sure, I'm worried about that, but not enough to give up the person I love." He gestured toward Garrett. "I'm finally following my brother's example. I might be young, but I'm not stupid. The media and the public are going to blow this all out of proportion and make it the hardest thing I've ever dealt with."
Gram's arm encircled his waist.
"In the end, whether I keep my endorsements and my job playing basketball or not, all the drama will be worth having found the man I'll love forever." He grinned at the reporters. "Thank you and now we have a plane to catch."
They all climbed into the limo and drove off, leaving the reporters behind. Kasey sighed and rested his head against the seat. "I better call James before someone else gets a hold of him."
Gram laid his hand on Kasey's knee and gripped it tight. "Thank you."
"I did it for myself as much as for you. How can I claim to be any kind of mature adult when I hide the most important part of me?" Kasey kissed Gram quick and hard. "I'm not willing to hide you. You're stuck with me now."
"Good thing I love you then." Gram smiled back.
The next days and weeks would be hard to deal with, but as long as Gram stayed beside him and held him, Kasey would face whatever happened with his head high. Hiding was no longer an option.
About the Author
T.A. Chase lives a life without boundaries. Being fascinated by life and how different we all are, he writes about the things that make us unique. He finds beauty in all kinds of love and enjoys sharing those insights. He lives in the Midwest with his partner of nine years. When he isn't writing, he's watching movies, reading and living life to the fullest.
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You never forget your first time...
Diving in Deep
© 2008 K.A. Mitchell
Cameron Lewis loves his job as an instructor/trainer for a water safety firm that inspects water parks. He gets to travel from March through September, always moving on to something different. When a strange emptiness starts plaguing him, he chalks it up to turning thirty.
He manages to shake off the feeling---until he walks into a classroom and discovers that the eye candy in the front row is actually a very grown up version of his best-friend's kid brother.
Noah Winthrop never forgot his first time. Scary, painful and then absolutely amazing---and with Cameron, the guy he'd always wanted. He's had a crush on his brother's best friend since puberty and now nothing will keep him from finally getting Cameron Lewis to notice him.
Even though Cameron once rejected him, Noah is determined to get it right this time.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit male/male sex, graphic language, and mild Dominant/submissive action.
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For a guy who wanted to get things started, Cam took an awfully long time organizing his materials and fiddling with the DVD player. Noah flipped through his handouts, glancing up through the tails of his bangs when Cam dropped a binder. He shouldn't take so much pleasure in upsetting Cam's equilibrium, but since he'd been doing it to Noah since he figured out what his dick was for, he thought Cam kind of deserved it.
When Cam finally faced the room and urged people to their seats, Noah could feel Cam's attention just from the number of times he didn't look Noah's way. As the DVD played through Spinal Injury Management, Noah caught the nervous drum of Cam's fingers against his hip where he leaned against the podium. The Cameron Noah knew had always been too confident to fidget, and Noah really hoped he was the reason. As soon as he'd seen Cameron's name pop up on the schedule, he'd been wondering how six years had changed the guy, how Cam would react when he saw Noah again.
He'd stopped comparing other guys to Cam after that first year, but Noah couldn't say he'd forgotten him, forgotten that night---one scary and perfect night.
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Cam hadn't stopped drinking after the best man's toast, but they were both a lot less drunk than they were pretending when Noah followed Cam up to his hotel room after Adam's wedding reception. When Cam turned and looked at him in the hall, Noah didn't know what was making him sweat more, the way his heart pounded in his throat, the tangle of nerves in his stomach or the throb of his cock in his tuxedo pants.
Cam leaned against his door for a few minutes, just looking at him. He twisted the keycard through his fingers.
Noah's mouth went dry as he watched those long fingers twine around the card. "I turned nineteen last month."
"Don't remind me." Cameron swiped the key and opened his door.
Noah was pretty sure something in his head was going to explode as he waited.
"Come on in." Cam held the door open after he'd stepped inside.
He sounded more amused than horny, but Noah didn't care. He hurried through before Cam could change his mind.
All through the reception, Noah had tried to force some kind of recognition out of Cam, taking every opportunity to get next to him, brushing up against him in the limo---anything to convince Cam he wasn't just some kid anymore. Noah knew he'd gotten one or two appraising stares, knew he didn't look fifteen anymore, but every time he had thought Cameron would walk over and say something, Cam had turned and talked to someone else.
Finally, Noah had walked out of the ballroom and into the hotel bar. The bartender had given him a look, but since Noah hadn't tried to order anything, the guy hadn't chased him out. Not that Noah needed more to drink. Adam and their older cousins had been handing Noah drinks all night anyway. He'd watched a pool game for a few minutes until he felt someone next to him. He didn't have to look to know it was Cam. The hair on Noah's arms had stood up like he was picking up some kind of vibration in the air.
"So." Cam had breathed alcohol on Noah's face as he turned in Cam's direction.
Noah swallowed, then just stared. Anything he said could screw this up, and he couldn't, not now when Cameron was finally looking at him like Noah had something Cam wanted.
"Still think you're gay?" Cam whispered.
Noah laughed. "I know it." He'd straightened up. He'd grown another inch in college, and Cam had to look up at him.
"Hmm. We'll see." Cam winked before he stepped away, swaying a bit as he made his way out of the bar.
Now, Cam leaned against the wall in the small entry hall of his hotel room. Maybe he was too drunk. Noah felt a pang of guilt and turned back toward the door. Cam caught Noah's arm and pressed him into the opposite wall.
Then it was Cameron slamming into him, Cameron fucking Lewis grinding against him, eyes staring into Noah's with pupils so wide only a thin rim of green showed around the black. Noah's dick went from throbbing to aching.
"This what you're after, Noah?"
Noah couldn't speak so he just wrapped a hand around Cam's neck and hauled his head forward. Cam's lips parted in a smile against his, and as Noah's tongue slid inside, that wet rub went all the way down to his dick. He tightened his legs to hold himself up against the rush of blood flooding his cock.
Cam's mouth was sweet from champagne, and he laughed into Noah's kiss, hands tangling in Noah's jacket as Cam worked on the buttons. Giving up on the buttons, his hand pressed lower, rubbing Noah's cock through his trousers. The feel of Cam's hand on Noah's dick, even through the layers of clothing, had his head swimming, and he was going to come way too soon if he didn't do something now.
Noah grabbed Cam's lapels and shoved him backward across the hall. Cam was still laughing as his back hit the wall with a thud, laughed as Noah's tongue licked down Cam's neck. He stopped laughing when Noah dropped to his knees.
Noah clenched his fists to stop his hands from trembling before he reached for Cameron Lewis's fly. How many times had he done this in his fantasies? How many times in the last year had he sucked some guy at a party and wished it was Cam in his mouth, shooting thick and deep in his throat?
Revenge can't heal a wounded soul.
Untamed Heart
© 2008 Ally Blue
When Leon Fisher finds his lover butchered in their bed, he does what any good assassin would do---he gets revenge. But killing the murderer doesn't make the pain go away. Instead, it sends him on a vicious downward spiral into alcoholism and depression.
In a bid to force Leon to sober up and regain his edge, his mysterious employers---known only as "the organization"---send him to a private property in the wilds of Alaska. In the lush and remote Tongass National Forest, Leon encounters Grim, a strange but alluring young man who saves Leon's life after a bear attack, then brings him to a cabin in the depths of the woods to recover.
Leon doesn't expect to fall in love with this odd, subservient person, yet he can't deny what he comes to feel for Grim. But Grim has a past he doesn't talk about. A past just as dark and ugly as Leon's. And both pasts are about to catch up with them.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit male/male sex, graphic language, intense violence, drug and alcohol use, and references to past abusive situations.
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That evening, easing his aching body gingerly onto the bed, Leon decided he'd been severely underestimating Grim all this time. He'd watched Grim clean and gut fish, skin and dress rabbits, birds and deer, but he'd never appreciated what hard work it was. He'd assumed the whole thing was as easy as Grim made it look.
It wasn't. Raw flesh, Leon quickly discovered, was tough, and the ligaments and tendons holding the joints together even tougher. Grim's knives and cleavers were hefty and well-honed, so sharp that when Leon accidentally cut himself, he didn't even feel it, but it had still taken him a considerable amount of effort to separate the deer's legs from its body. He hadn't dared to help Grim skin the carcass after that. His injured shoulder had begun to ache, and his arms felt weak. He was afraid that if he tried to skin the animal, the knife would slip and he would cut himself again. Or worse, cut Grim.
"Sorry I wasn't more help," Leon said as Grim came back inside, arms wet to the elbows, carrying the dinner dishes he'd been washing in the little stream behind the cabin. "I'll get the hang of it eventually, I swear."
Grim smiled as he stacked the clean dishes on the hutch. Shadows from the failing light outside made his dimple seem deeper than normal. "You did fine, Leon. Especially for your first time. It'll get easier, don't worry." He grabbed a long match from the dwindling supply beside the woodbox, kindled it in the stove and lit the kerosene lantern. Carrying the lantern over to the bed, he placed it carefully on the floor and sat on the futon beside Leon. "Are you hurting? I can give you a massage, if you want."
Reaching up, Leon brushed the hair from Grim's eyes. "You don't have to do that. You must be tired too."
"Not really. I'm used to it. You're not." Grim slid both hands beneath Leon's sweater. His fingers were icy from the cold water of the stream, making Leon's skin pebble. "So, would you like a massage? Or would you rather have something else?"
The familiar gleam in Grim's eyes told Leon precisely what Grim meant by "something else". In an instant, Leon's fatigue was swept away by a wave of desire so intense it froze his breath.
Ignoring the way his sore muscles screamed at him, he locked his arms around Grim's waist and rolled so that Grim lay underneath him. Grim squeaked in surprise. He stared up at Leon with wide, lust-dark eyes, panting through parted lips. His hands clutched Leon's shoulders so hard it hurt.
"I want to fuck you," Leon said, his voice low and rough.
Grim's eyelids fluttered. His face flushed pink. "Okay. Will you let me up? So I can undress and...and everything?"
Leon shook his head. Every time they had sex, it was doggie-style. Grim hadn't said no on the one occasion when Leon had requested a different position, but he'd been so clearly uncomfortable fucking face-to-face that Leon had changed his mind.
Not that he didn't enjoy taking Grim from behind. He did. Very much. But he could no longer ignore his desire to watch Grim's face while they fucked, to look into his eyes when he came.
"Not yet," Leon whispered, drawing his fingers down Grim's cheek in a soft caress. "Just lie here for a little while. Let me touch you. Okay?"
The apprehension Leon had expected filled Grim's eyes, but it wasn't strong enough to drown out the need pouring off him in palpable waves. He nodded.
It was all the permission Leon needed. Standing up, Leon undressed as fast as he could. Grim lay still, his gaze raking up and down Leon's body. Naked, Leon knelt on the bed and started pulling off Grim's clothes. Grim tried to help. When Leon batted his hands away, he kept himself busy stroking as much of Leon's skin as he could reach.
Once he had Grim undressed, Leon nudged his legs apart and knelt between them. He reached over to the little bedside table Grim had built the previous month and grabbed the tub of cooking fat they'd started using when the lube ran out. The smell of it wasn't pleasant, but Leon figured that was a small price to pay for the pure bliss of sinking his cock into Grim's body.
Grim hadn't needed much preparation after their first few times together. At this point, a couple firm strokes of Leon's thumb was usually all it took for Grim's hole to open up. Normally, Leon would plunge his prick into Grim's ass the second the tight muscles relaxed enough. Tonight, he wanted to take his time. To touch and tease, caress Grim inside and out until all his inhibitions melted away and he gave himself up completely to Leon.
Fingers coated with grease, Leon scooted backward enough to bend forward and kiss the tip of Grim's cock. Grim let out a surprised shout and tried to squirm away. Leon stopped him with a hand across his hips.
"Relax," Leon murmured, pressing his cheek to the inside of Grim's thigh. He pushed two fingers into Grim's ass, drawing a ragged moan from Grim. "I want to suck your cock. Let me?"
He raised his head to look into Grim's eyes. Grim stared back, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He wanted Leon to do it. That much was clear on his face. Leon held his breath, hoping Grim would set aside his fear of making decisions in bed and tell Leon what he really wanted.
"Okay," Grim whispered finally. His eyes were huge, his breath coming far too fast.
Leon wanted Grim to say it. Hearing the words "suck my cock" from Grim's lips would be so fucking hot. But he kept the thought to himself. For some reason, this was a huge step for Grim, and Leon didn't want to push his luck.
Moving slowly, Leon took the tip of Grim's prick into his mouth and sealed his lips around it. He circled the silky-soft head with his tongue, dipping into the slit and under the edge of the foreskin. Grim moaned, legs spreading wider.
Humming, Leon took Grim deep into his throat. God, Grim tasted good, sharp and rich and earthy. Leon crooked his fingers to nail Grim's gland, just so he could feel Grim's body jerk and hear his soft whimpers.
"Oooooooh, God," Grim breathed as Leon pulled his fingers out, pushed both thumbs in and spread him open. "Good. Oh. Leon."
Grim's thighs shifted. Sliding his mouth up Grim's shaft to suck at the head, Leon glanced up, and nearly came right then. Grim's hands were hooked behind his knees, lifting his legs up and spreading them obscenely wide. His head was twisted to the side, mouth open and eyes screwed shut. He looked decadent and beautiful, and Leon's heart swelled with the knowledge that he was the one giving Grim such pleasure. It was a powerful feeling.
He worked Grim with lips, fingers and tongue until he heard the breathless "uh-uh-uh" sounds which usually preceded Grim's orgasms, then abruptly drew back. Grim's cock hit his belly with a damp smack as it popped free of Leon's mouth. Pulling his fingers free of Grim's hole, Leon rose to his knees between Grim's splayed legs.
Grim stared at Leon with unfocused eyes. "Wh... What? I...n-need... I need..." His words trailed off into a frustrated whine. Letting go of his right leg, he grabbed his cock, dug his foot into the mattress and thrust up into his hand. A low moan issued from his lips.
Leon drew a shaky breath and let it out, trying to hold on to his control. He'd never seen Grim completely incoherent before, and the sight was almost enough to undo him.
He leaned forward over Grim's body, planting his hands on either side of Grim's rib cage to hold his weight. His cock brushed Grim's, and they both groaned at the contact. "I can't see your face down there," Leon said, bending lower until he could feel Grim's short, sharp breaths on his lips. "I want you to come with my cock in your ass, and I want to watch your face when it happens."
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