Page 78 of Fever Dream
“And is Charles Whitelaw as pompous as he sounds?” I wonder exactly how much of that conversation Casey overheard. I chuff out a laugh as I bring us to our feet and shift him in the direction of the bed.
“Oh no, he’s much worse,” I tell him. He cooperates as I shift him onto the pillow, following him down.
“So I don’t have any reason to be jealous?” he asks. Sweet, ignorant boy. I can only laugh at his astonishing lack of self-awareness.
“Youhave no reason to be jealous, sweet, sexy boy.”
I am really hopeful this conversation is done as I pick up where we left off out on the sofa and start my journey down his body again.
I should have known better. “I’m not sure I want to have sex anymore. Not after you insulted my attempts at refining my vocabulary.” He’s grinning at me. I ignore him as I push his top back up so I can lick between his abs.
“You literally just told me I had free use of your body. Just pick a hole and slide on in I believe were your words,” I remind him.
“Yes, well, that was before I discovered how mean you are.”
I sigh. Again. “Okay, fine. You can saytata.”
“Thank you,” Casey replies magnanimously, and I try not to laugh. “And will you still find me sexually attractive?”
“Truthfully, I don’t think there’s anything on the planet that could dampen my attraction to you,” I confess.
Casey’s smile is vibrant and huge. He really is the most beautiful boy I’ve ever had in my bed. Ever had anywhere really.
“Well, thank you. And in return I promise to never say the wordtata.”
I laugh as I reach for his waistband and pull his shorts down his legs. “Thank the Lord’s mercy for that,” I say. “Now, any preferences for which hole I select?”
Casey’s gaze darkens but he answers by taking my hand and leading me all the way down, down, down his perfect body to his soft, pink hole. “This one.”
I can only smile now that I’ve gotten my way. But really, I think it’s clear we’ve both gotten our way. He reaches up, gently prodding at my dimple as I smile down at him.
“There it is,” he smiles softly. And I’m so obsessed with him I let him touch it as much as he wants as I lean down and kiss the smile right off his face.
CHAPTER 28
casey
It’s hard prioritising competing interests when you have an addictive personality. A strong part of me clings to those addictions that have made me into the committed footballer I am today—the disciplined training, the focus and drive to succeed.
It’s just, nobody told me how good it would feel to have someone at my side. Someone like Harrison who gives me so much more than I ever thought possible, whose touch sends me absolutely wild, whose kisses weave their way right to my heart.
My mind is a very active space these days, thoughts of Harrison never far from the centre. Kind of competing for space with my solid commitment to football if I’m entirely honest. Good thing he knows me well enough to gently nudge my attention in the direction it is meant to be. To keep me focused on training and drills and preparing my body.
Even if I’d rather be somewhere alone with him so we can fuck again. Besides, we do that quite a lot already so I know by now that I can do both quite successfully. And maybe it’s not such a bad thing to be less singularly minded on just oneaddiction. Maybe spreading those addictions around will be good for me.
At least, that’s what I’ll keep telling myself because it serves my purpose best.
Besides, it hasn’t affected my game at all even though we lose the battle for the hearts and minds of Sydney to the Sydney Sails, and then we lose again in Melbourne the following weekend against the Portland Panthers.
And then at main training day earlier this afternoon, I am crunched on the field between the friendly fire of Chad Lawson and Zeke Penrith. The problem with that is that those two friendly giants are our team’s ruckmen, so little Casey Calloway is the sole casualty in the ruck sandwich.
My left hand suffers in the fallout. It’s just a sprain but Doc Masters straps my fingers together and orders me to rest for the remainder of the day.
Mmm, no. Resting is not in my vocabulary, right there along with the wordtatawhich Harrison cruelly banned me from saying. But when Tim Masters spies me lurking in the weights room, he orders me home, so I have to go. Unfortunately, this means I have to leave Harrison at the club for his physio appointments, so we go our separate ways today.
Only thing is, I am home way too early and all by myself, desperately horny and wishing Harrison was by my side. I think about calling him, but I drop the phone on my sofa and walk away. I know I should give him space from me. I know I’m needy and demanding of his time and he probably doesn’t want to spend every waking hour with me the way I do with him.
Still, I don’t know why I’m surprised when I hear a knock on my door right before dinner time. I open it to find the man of my dreams on my doorstep. Harrison wears that smile that renders me a little senseless and it’s probably due to that I miss the brown paper bag in his hand.
