Page 82 of Fever Dream
It’s after the Fever’s big win against the Portsea Pirates at home that we decide to join the post-match celebrations. Casey was instrumental in the win, and I want to see him enjoy the victory and spend it with his teammates. His absences are generally noticed during those times we’ve chosen to celebrate in private, and I don’t want him to miss out on those special moments with this new, emerging team.
We find our way to the Echo Chamber, a very cool but very hetero club in inner Sydney. There’s a lot of people around and many of them seem to recognise the Fever players as we climb out of the Uber we took here with Sonny and Izak. I’ve noticed an uptick in recognition of the players when we’re out. It’s nothing like what happens on road trips to the southern and western states but it’s enough that tells me the Fever buzz is catching.
Casey is pure heat as he winds his way to the dance floor, his natural energy a perfect match for the vibe of this club. I just sit back and watch until he shoots me thatlookand I know where I’d rather be. I dance beside him, careful not to touch too much or look too long. There are eyes everywhere tonight and most of them are on the boy dancing at my side.
We make our way back to the table the team has claimed, and the boys do a round of shots while I just watch on. I know I’m going home with Casey tonight so I’m less impatient than I used to be at these types of things but I’m starting to feel it again now, this need to get him out of here and alone.
He takes the hint when he subtly nods towards the exit, and I nod back. I head there first, not wanting to draw attention to the fact we always seem to arrive together and leave the same way. There’s a taxi waiting at the curb and I claim it just as Casey arrives at my back, breathless and impatient.
We head straight upstairs when we get back to his place. He reaches for me, and I know exactly what he wants. It’s whatI want too, and we make quick work of shedding our clothes before he straddles my hips and rides me until I come with a groan, deep inside him.
I sprawl out alongside him afterwards, deeply sated and relaxed and exhausted in the way I always am after Casey extracts those incomparable orgasms out of me. Casey is less exhausted as he lines himself up alongside me, fingers twitchy and eyes bright. He’s still on an adrenaline high from the game so I know exactly where his thoughts are going. He’s less than subtle as his hand wanders down my body, clasping around my interested but still very spent cock.
“If you want a second round tonight, Case, you’re going to have to be the one on top,” I tell him as he tries to get me interested. “I’m not getting hard enough for penetration for at least another hour.”
“Really?” he asks, something in his voice causing me to open my eyes. He’s looking at me with something there that I can’t quite name.
“Yes, baby. I’m pretty sure that’s how normal dicks function if you’re thinking about lodging a complaint.”
“Oh I’m not complaining,” he chuffs. “I meant do you really mean I can top you?”
I pause, seeking out his eyes. That’s what that look is there on his face—uncertainty. It’s not something I’ve seen from him before.
“Of course, Casey,” I assure him. “I would always let you top me if you want to. I just haven’t gotten the impression from you that it’s something you’re interested in.”
He says nothing, eyes focusing on the pattern his fingers trace on my stomach. “It’s not that I’m notinterested,” he finally mulls. “It’s just … that kind of sex has never been all that exciting for me, the kind where I’m in control at least. It’s always been very … lacklustre and forgettable. But I don’t know if that’s justbecause of who I’ve been doing it with or if it’s just something I don’t like.”
“Ah,” I say. “That makes sense. It’s not something you have to do with us either if you prefer not to. But the offer stands.”
“Is it something you like?” he asks, voice dipped in hesitancy.
“Yeah, I like it both ways,” I tell him.
“I just wasn’t quite sure about how things work,” he chuffs. “Like if positions are set in same sex relationships or if you can mix things up.”
“I am definitely open to mixing things up. Playing in the midfield with you if you like,” I tell him, waiting for the smile to cross his face.
“So like, in your other relationships,” Casey hedges, fingers toying with my stomach. “Did you mix it up with them?”
“There’s no right or wrong way of doing relationships,” I say. “Some of the guys I’ve been with only wanted to bottom. Others liked to mix it up.”
“Charles?” he asks.
“Casey,” I groan. “I do not want to talk with you about Charles.”
“I’m not being jealous or anything,” he protests. “I’m just really interested in your sex life. Obviously. I want to make sure you’re getting what you want too.”
“I’m getting everything I want,” I assure him. “Being inside you is a religious experience. We can happily continue this way forevermore if that’s what you want. If not, that’s equally good for me too. But tonight at least, if you want more than one round, you’re going to have to pitch in and do some of the work.”
He smiles at that before he looks up at me. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”
“Alright,” I agree, smiling back at him. “Just … it’s been a while for me so you might need to be gentle.”
“Really?” he asks, latching onto that little fact like I knew he would. “How long?”
“Well, I broke up with Charles about three months before I moved to Sydney and it’s been about three months more here. Plus Charles and I stopped having sex about a month before we broke up for one reason or another so maybe seven months.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since then?” he drops so coyly I almost miss the digging expedition for what it is.
