Out of Bounds: Love of Sports book 1

by T. A. Chase

  “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.

  Chapter Six

  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.

  Chapter Seven

  “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. “Liverpo
ol’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.