CHAPTER 17
harrison
S o, Casey’s naked in our room. Lying down on our bed—the one we’re apparently sharing this weekend. I mean, it’s one thing staying overnight at Casey’s in his guest room, even if it does inevitably result in waking up with him sharing my pillow.
But it’s another thing entirely going away on a weekend trip to this ridiculously luxurious, romantic hotel and having to sleep all night beside him.
We’ve been here less than a minute and I’ve already seen his dick.
And whilst he had no issues just stretching out on the bed like it’s nothing, his cock was very noticeably soft between his legs, unlike mine which sprang up like a jack-in-the-box the second I stepped out into the room and found him naked.
There’s no way I am pulling on my swim trunks with my cock this hard, and even standing here under a jet of cold water is doing nothing.
I glance at the door, cursing this fancy hotel for its lack of a lock and ponder my chances.
I know this erection is going absolutely nowhere so I turn my back on the door and rub myself as hard as I dare, one eye on the door handle the whole time.
The stress of the moment is making this a lot harder than it needs to be so in the end I tip my head back and close my eyes and I picture Casey lying out there on the bed.
That perfect cock resting against his thigh.
I picture myself walking out there, crawling onto the bed, my intentions clear as his cock hardens.
His eyes darken as I part his thighs and bury my head between his legs, and I suck him the way I’ve wanted to do since the day I met him.
I come in half a second flat as those images assault me, a lot clearer than the ones I’ve been imagining in my head now that I have a real point of reference.
I’m feeling a little lightheaded as I turn off the taps and dry off, cursing when I realise I left my trunks in the room in my haste to escape.
Casey is wearing his swimmers by the time I make my way out to the room—both a blessed relief and a shattering disappointment—a soft smile on his face as he texts with his younger sister.
He glances up at my approach, eyes sweeping down my partially naked body, just the towel hiding me away. But unlike me, he looks straight back down to his phone, completely unaffected. It hurts more than it should.
“Luna good?” I ask.
“Yeah. Can you believe she’s talking about boys already? She’s, like, twelve years old, man.”
“Well, girls mature a lot faster than boys,” I say reasonably. At least that’s what Henrietta has been telling me for years. “Besides, how old were you when you started looking at girls?”
He studies me, one eye closed in concentration. It shouldn’t be as cute as it is. “I don’t know. Not twelve.”
“Probably a good thing, hey? What with your addictive personality type.” I hope it’s okay for me to joke about that even though I keep my tone light.
Casey barks out a laugh. “Probably. Yeah.”
I find my swimmers and then slink back into the bathroom to pull them on. I’m aware that modesty and Casey Calloway have never kept company but I’m not about to just start strutting around naked around him. I can’t normalise this type of thing between us. My sanity will not survive.
“You ready?” I ask as I walk back into the room, pulling on a t-shirt while he looks me over.
“Yeah. I’ll just grab a top,” he says, rifling through his messy duffle bag. “Probably not the kind of establishment that would take too kindly to a topless exhibition.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t know about that,” I can’t stop myself saying. “I don’t think anyone who saw you naked would complain.”
His hand stills as he rifles through his bag before he looks up at me, a laugh on his face. “Is that what you want? I’m happy to show off for you, H. Just say the word.”
“Just get dressed,” I say, adding an eyeroll to make it sound like I mean it. Yes I damn well want him to show off for me, but the last thing he needs is any more encouragement in that regard.
He’s grinning as we leave the room, arm trailing over my shoulders as we step into the lift. I’m trying to ignore the casual claiming of me when he leans across and sniffs.
“Mmm,” he frowns. “What happened to your citrus and cedar scent?”
I just manage to rein in my doubletake as I look across at him, trying to work out how he knows the way I smell.
“It’s the hotel’s shower gel,” I say anyway even though I’d only used it on my dick. Maybe I should tell him to get on his knees if he wants a real sniff of it.
“Mmm,” he hums again, dropping his touch but not moving away from me as our shoulders bump together.
“You don’t like it?”
“I just like the way you smell better,” he says, not a hint of guile or artfulness in that statement.
And that’s the problem with this friendship—Casey just says stuff like that and has no clue how his words affect me, how I’ll probably spend a good few hours dissecting this very conversation later tonight.
I know I’m going to have to just front up and tell him the truth about my sexuality, but I feel like we’re so far down the track that he might see it as deceitful that I haven’t said anything.
And that still doesn’t answer the question of whether it would change the way he behaves towards me. I have a feeling it won’t.
Thanks to my impromptu but very necessary shower, Sonny and Izak are already down by the pool, wearing boardshorts and already onto the cocktails.
“What took you so long?” Izak asks, looking up at us from his sun lounger.
“This one,” Casey says, knocking his head in my direction. “Wanted a shower first.”
“ Before a swim?” Izak replies, scratching his head.
“Well, it takes time to look that good,” Casey grins at me.
“Way to throw me under the bus,” I grumble as Casey laughs. He’s already kicking his slides off and shedding his t-shirt while I try not to get distracted by his abs again. You’d think I’d be immune by now.
“Come swim with me?” he asks, head cocked prettily in my direction.
“Sure,” I say because as we’ve established many, many times, I am incapable of saying no to Casey Calloway.
The pool is an enormous lagoon, surrounded by palm trees and ferns and opening up to that view of the Pacific Ocean. It also has one of those swim-up bars that I am very keen to visit as I lower myself into the warm depths.
But Casey clearly wants to play first as I watch him dive under the water. He emerges right in front of me, eyelashes clumped and water dripping from his hair as he grins up at me and I am struck by how very, very unfair this all is to me.
It’s testament to how distracted I am that I don’t even notice when he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me under.
Of course, Casey thinks it’s great fun to tussle under water with me, but I can already tell my emergency shower session is all about to be for nought as I feel myself firming under the water. I think I’m going to have to invest in some of those loose boardshorts the other guys are wearing.
Sonny and Izak join us in the pool which helps absorb some of Casey’s energy and attention, but the lure of the bar soon has us all heading in that direction. I’m still partially hard but the water level is high enough to conceal the worst of it as I pull up a bar stool, Casey to my left.
There’s not a huge number of other people around, but I can see how much attention the three guys at my side attract.
It’s the same whenever we go out together.
I mean, they are all objectively hot, and Izak and Sonny are just as toned as Casey.
It’s just that my well-honed immunity to the athletes I work with is fully intact when I’m around those two guys so I barely even notice.
And yet I never stood a chance when it came to Casey Calloway.
***
Despite the excessive amount of space in our oversized king bed, Casey and I still manage to gravitate towards one another during the night.
And I can’t exactly place all the blame on Casey’s head either.
We are pressed up together right in the middle of the bed, almost like we’d sought each other out in our sleep.
He's still dreaming softly, one leg pressed between my thighs, arm around my waist and head on my shoulder. We left the curtains open last night so the soft dawn light is filtering through already, but I think it’s still early.
I crane my neck for the hotel’s alarm clock and can see it’s not quite six. So, just another hour or so to burn.
Casey stirs in his sleep and I still, wondering if he’s waking.
He’s not but his hand goes down the front of his boxer shorts and I track the movement.
He tugs the waistband low enough that I can see the swollen head of his erection, pink and wet and oh-so mouthwatering.
I just manage to restrain the whimper from coming out of my mouth.
I just stare, wishing I could lean down and tongue his slit.
He shifts again, hand sliding up his shaft and swallowing my view as his waistband springs back up. Really, it’s for the best even as disappointment swells inside me.
This is not normal, right? It’s not normal for two ‘presumed’ straight guys to sleep together like this, is it? Not even any of my ex-boyfriends wanted to snuggle all night like Casey does. Has he just warped my views so much that this life is now my new normal?
When Casey shifts again, his firm erection brushes up against my thigh and he lets out a little whimper. I am literally about to die here like this. Like, literally die. The boys are going to walk in and find me dead because I have spontaneously combusted in my sleep.
I huff out a breath and slowly extract myself out of Casey’s arms and limbs. I pause to make sure I haven’t woken him and then rush into the bathroom and turn on the shower.