Page 91 of Fever Dream
He nods. “Yes. I’m going to call my agent tomorrow and tell him everything. I’m going to tell the club and work out a plan to make it public.”
I nod, holding him tighter as he wipes away the last of my fears. I believe him. I believe he can do this, that if anyone could do this it was always going to be Casey Calloway.
“I love you, Casey,” I tell him, needing him to know. “And there is nothing that will change how I feel about you. I’ll be there beside you at every step of the way, just like I should have been there for you this week.”
“It’s okay, Harrison,” he says, eyes misting over again. “I get why you pushed me away. I know it wasn’t to save yourself. I know it was for me. And I hate you for it and love you for it all at once. But never doubt how I feel about you. You are everything to me.Everything.”
My heart explodes with joy and happiness as I pull him towards me, breaching the last of the distance between us as I kiss him the way he deserves. His breathing is jagged, face damp from his tears as he kisses me back, the whirlwind of emotions still tangible between us.
Casey clutches on tighter, his body still trembling as we kiss each other like it’s the first time all over again. I don’t think I can get enough of him, like there is no possible way to get as close to him as I need to be. But I can try.
I pull him to standing, neither of us breaking the kiss as I push him towards my room. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anyone and I can see that he feels the same.
I pull him to a stop at the side of my bed, gently reaching for the hem of his top. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes swirling with a thousand emotions as he watches while I peel the shirt over his head. I’m left with the naked expanse of his perfect chest, and I let my fingers trace over every inch of him, reacquainting myself with every dip and ridge and cut of muscle, the pink nipples in his pecs.
He watches me the entire time, eyes so expressive they have no hope of hiding his love for me.
“Casey?” I ask, pausing to make sure we’re on the same page about where tonight is heading as I toy with his waistband. I’ll happily just cuddle him all night long if that’s what he wants.
“Yes,” he says on a breath, grabbing my hand and pushing it down to where he is already achingly hard and ready for me. I clasp on to him, relishing the sound he makes as I stroke his dick, soft and slow. “Harry. I need—”
“I know, baby,” I soothe. “I got you.” I don’t waste any more time, shoving his sweats and boxers down his legs while he pries off his shoes and socks. I lower him to the bed before I quickly shed my ratty t-shirt and loose boxers. And then I lower myself beside him, feeling the slide of his warm, soft skin against mine.
Gosh, it’s only been a week but I need him so bad I can barely control the tremble in my own hands as I touch every inch of skin I can reach. All the places I love and know best, thumbing across his slit, tracing my finger down his vein to his sensitive balls, lower still to circle that sweet, pink hole.
Casey is passive, watchful eyes on me and I know he needs this from me tonight. He needs my touch and my reassurance and mylove,all the things I stole from him this week.
I kiss him, pushing him back against the pillow as I stroke his cock gently. I reach behind me into my nightstand, patting around until I find the bottle of lube. I leave the condoms where they are. I know the club conduct tests routinely on their players, and I know I’m good for this too. I’ll still check with him first of course. But not right now.
I kiss him soft and languorously, tongues toying and colliding with each other while he spreads his legs and I prep him for me. Considering we’ve not been together for a week he’s still remarkably pliant for me as I press into him, swallowing his breathy moans and sighs.
When he’s ready I pull back my fingers, tracing his jaw with my mouth.
“Case?” I ask, lifting my head to look into his eyes. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I want to feel you.”
He waits patiently while I lube myself up, something thudding deep and low within me. I need this. I need to feel him around me, to be as close to him as I can possibly be with another person.
I settle between his legs and guide myself to his entrance. I notch up to him and push. Our eyes connect and the world silences around us. This is what it’s all about, just him and me alone together where nobody else can reach us. Yes, we still live in a world where there will be some who accept us being together, just as there will be others who hate that a professional athlete is in a relationship with me. But Casey is right. None of that outside noise matters when it is just us together like this.
He feels utterly perfect as he clenches around me, nothing between us, nothing better than this in the whole entire world. I still when I am fully inside him, eyes colliding with mine as he stares up at me, nothing but trust and love in his eyes, hearts full.
“Good?” I ask.
“Perfect,” he says. I couldn’t agree more as I lean down to kiss him and we move together and silence every worry and doubt we have, lost inside each other.
***
Casey calls his agent first thing next morning after a warm and cosy sleep in, our bodies curled around each other. I leave him in the bedroom and fret about in the kitchen where I make us omelettes with mushroom and cheese and ham.
I’m so unbelievably proud of him. I know it’s not an easy thing, coming out to friends and family. My story is probably lesspainful than most given I had Henrietta and her ultra-annoying observational skills at hand to helpfully point out I was gay before I even knew the word. Everyone was very accepting once I’d come to terms with it myself, but I know not everyone’s story is as wholesome as mine.
I can hear him talking to Luna through the thin walls of my bedroom, the low laughter making me feel good for him. I know he was planning on telling her before he spoke with his parents. He’s a good big brother.
He comes out a moment later, looking like the world has lifted from his shoulders. His smile is warm and real as he walks straight for me. I kiss him and then push his shoulders down to sit at the island for breakfast.
“How did it go?” I ask, hovering beside him like a helicopter parent.
