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She and Tina left, leaving Sania and Tyler alone. Tension settled between them, unspoken grievances hanging in the air. Sania was the first to break the silence.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to apologize after everyone else left. I have no right to run your life for you. You do know I have your best interests at heart, right?” She asked.
Tyler nodded.
“I’m happy for you. Chip seems like a really sweet guy. I don’t know for sure how serious you two are, but I want you to be happy. Now, we need to discuss some practical matters.” Her normally stern face softened in the glow of the sunset coming through the windows.
“Chip and I are still… let’s talk about those practical things, okay?” Tyler said.
Sania paced the floor.
“Emm is an awesome player, and I think she’s going to be a great coach, but…”
“There’s always a but. What is it?” He asked.
“She’s a woman, and there will be blowback from the press and some of the other players. There’s only been one other major player’s coach who was female, and that was Amelie Mauresmo. She and Andy Murray did well, but you remember their first few months were rough. I don’t expect you’ll have as hard a time as they did, but you need to keep that in mind.”
“Sania, this is the last time I’m going to say this. I have two priorities. Winning Wimbledon and the career grand slam, and protecting Chip. I know we’re new to each other, and we still have a lot to learn, but I want to give us that chance. Keep the press off of us. I loathe hiding, but I hate the idea of him suffering even more. I don’t think he understands exactly what coming out would entail. Hell, I’m unsure I get it either. So, let’s focus on keeping him safe, and on me winning. Everything else is a distraction. I don’t care what they think about Emm. If anything she’ll distract the press, keep them off of Chip’s scent. Oh, and one more thing. When I win Wimbledon, I’m retiring. If I can do it this year, even better.” Tyler closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He felt the stress of the day settling in his temples.
“So, you really are serious about retirement? All it takes is a win at Wimbledon?” She asked. Tyler opened his eyes and replied, his voice trembling.
“Promise you’ll keep the press off of Chip and me, so I can focus on winning. When I retire from the tour, I can live like a normal person for the first time in my life.”
“Everyone’s gone, it’s just us now.” Tyler nuzzled Chip’s neck. Chip moaned, and pulled Tyler closer to him. The movement of Tyler’s lips on his flesh sent sparks racing up and down his spine.
They were outside on the deck overlooking the pool and tennis court. Stars were making their first appearance of the evening, and the moon had yet to rise.
“C’mon.” Tyler took Chip’s hand and led him inside. Once Chip figured out where they were going, he jogged the rest of the way through the house. He stripped his shirt off and threw himself on the bed. He patted the space next to him, while Tyler looked down on him from the side of the bed. He stripped off his shirt, slowly, teasing the younger man.
“Is this what you are wanting to see?” Tyler smirked as he pulled his shorts down. Chip’s face lit up, and his eyes grew wider. If anything, his ardor seemed to be growing the longer he knew Tyler. Every time he saw the other man's cut and chiseled body, it was all he could do to keep his hands off him.
Tyler climbed on the bed, then placed himself on top of Chip.
“I want you, all of you. Are you ready?” Tyler asked.
Chip couldn’t speak, nodding his head instead. Tyler placed his lips over Chip’s nipple and snaked out his tongue. Chip arched his back and hissed. Tyler placed his hands on the small of Chip’s back and pulled him into his body. He relinquished his nipple with a little nibble, drawing a moan out of the younger man. He kissed the skin on Chip’s chest, and worked his way up his neck.
“Anything you want, I’ll do anything you want. Please, oh God, that feels so good.” Chip moaned.
“You feel so good, yes, I want to be inside you, want to know everything about you. Damn, you are doing things to me no one has ever done before.” Tyler said, his hand sliding down Chip’s back. Chip lifted his buttocks allowing Tyler to explore him fully. Tyler found his entrance, softly stroking it.
“That’s it, yes, Tyler, I want you inside me.” Chip gasped.
Tyler kissed Chip, sliding his tongue inside. He wanted nothing more than to taste him, then slide himself inside. He pressed his cock against Chip’s hard length, then moved back to his neck. He slid his lips down the salty skin, relishing his taste. He leaned back and grasped Chip’s cock in his hand.
“I need to feel you inside my mouth first. You taste so good, and I want to taste all of you.” He said. Tyler took him in his mouth, sliding his tongue all over the head of his cock. Chip moaned in response, and Tyler rubbed his entrance at the same time. He let go of Chip’s cock and wet his finger with his mouth. He placed it at Chip’s entrance, and when he took Chip's cock back inside his mouth, he slid his finger gently inside.
Grunts and groans replaced words. Chip’s body thrashed beneath him, his senses overwhelmed with new sensations. Tyler worked Chip’s cock with his mouth, taking his entire length inside him. Soon he tasted Chip’s pre-come, and knew he needed more. He let go of Chip’s cock, and slid his finger all the way inside.
“Please, Tyler, I’m ready. I can’t wait anymore.” Chip panted, his hips thrusting up. Tyler reached into the nightstand and found the condoms and lube. He pulled his finger from Chip, and placed the lube on his cock. The chill of the gel caused Chip to gasp. Tyler unwrapped the condom and unrolled it down his length. Once he was satisfied Chip was ready, he placed the tip of his cock at his entrance.
“I’ve been wanting this for so long, babe. Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked. Chip nodded, then reached up with his hand, and pulled Tyler’s face down, kissing him.
“Yes, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” He whispered. Tyler placed his lips on his, nibbling them for a moment. He pulled himself up, then grasped Chip’s cock and squeezed gently. When Chip arched his back in response, Tyler’s cock slid inside him an inch. Chip’s mouth opened, but no sound issued forth.
“You okay, babe? Tell me if you want me to stop.” Tyler said. Chip shook his head no. Tyler leaned into him, kissing his neck, not moving his cock. The feel of Chip’s tight muscles around his manhood was exquisite. He’d have to take things slowly, not just for Chip’s comfort, but to keep himself from coming too soon.
Chip’s breathing slowed as he adjusted to Tyler’s cock being inside him. Seconds later Chip placed his hands on Tyler’s ass and pulled him deeper inside.
