CHAPTER 22
harrison
I think I’m getting a brief insight to Casey’s addictive personality. That would help to explain why I can’t stop thinking about him, why I barely have a waking—or sleeping—moment without him occupying significant real estate in my mind.
I’m feeling like a teenage boy with my first crush.
It’s ridiculous, honestly it is. But his eagerness to touch and taste is not helping me any, nor is the fact that he is not even close to playing it cool.
I love that about him though, the way he wears his feelings on his sleeve.
The way he’s not afraid to dive right in.
Not like me. I’m bloody terrified.
The other, fairly significant, thing buzzing like an annoying gnat in the back of my mind is the very real fact I am here in Sydney on a one year working visa.
Meaning Casey and I have a time limit. I know this means I may be walking blindly into a situation that has the potential to mess with my career, not to mention rip my heart to shreds.
Will it stop me? Hell. No .
Because the heart wants what the heart wants and mine has wanted Casey Calloway since the moment I laid eyes on him.
The Fever host the Westport Falcons today at the Fever Pitch.
I know better than to flirt with Casey on game day and I give him space in the locker room before the match, both of us focused on getting the team ready for the game.
I have Casey on the treatment bed, but we’re utter professionals as I get him ready and I can’t deny the massive bolt of relief that we seem to be able to separate us from work.
I didn’t realise how much that had been playing on my mind until today.
I send him off smelling like Deep Heat and Casey and with hopes we can get through the game with minimal pain.
I watch on from the medic’s bench as James Langton leads the team out to the field, Casey at his side as the pyrotechnics shoot white sparks into the atmosphere and the crowd sing the Fever’s song.
It’s another sold out game today, the Fever’s third in a row since Casey was listed.
The team peels off into their lines, Sonny keeping pace at Casey’s side with the other starting midfielders.
Casey’s looking great out there, no hints of his adductor flaring in his easy movements.
It’s hard to look at him from a purely medical perspective.
It always has been but it’s only getting harder these days.
James Langton brings the players into their pre-match huddle as he pumps the boys up before they break for their starting positions, Fever reverberating around the stadium.
I feel the nerves tighten in my gut as the siren wails to start the first quarter.
That’s when it dawns on me that I now have skin in the game.
This is my team too. I want the boys to win.
I want it for the team and the town, not just because I want it for Casey anymore.
This team has sunk its claws into me, and I am finding myself invested in the outcome.
Casey is in the mix from the get-go. His work rate has always been his strength but it’s the way he runs so hard and always manages to find the ball or be in the right spot for the next kick.
It’s not just that either, it’s his game smarts, his spur of the moment decision-making and ability to bring his teammates along with him.
He finds Izak Devereux on the end of a kick with a precision that I can only now appreciate and Izak rewards his effort by converting the goal.
That’s what sets Casey apart from the rest of the league and that’s the reason why the Fever end the game with their biggest win of the season.
The crowd is jubilant as the final siren tolls, the boys pumped from the win as they gather around Casey and tussle his hair the way athletes do to show their appreciation.
He is amazing though, really the difference between a win and a loss for this team.
Mick Brabham was not exaggerating Casey’s potential influence on this club, and it seems to be infectious.
Seems like everybody’s catching the fever.
I am no exception.
***
Casey drags me out with him after the game.
The team want to celebrate their win which I learn after the match was the biggest in the Fever’s four-season history.
I know that Casey Calloway is the main reason for that, so I go along to celebrate with him and the team because I am just as happy for the club.
We’re at that pub we went to with Sonny and Izak, and the girls are circling.
They all want the attention of the star player, and I can hardly blame them because he is fucking sex on a stick as he smiles down at them while keeping his distance.
And I don’t feel a lick of jealousy because I know that I’m the one he’s thinking of.
I’m the one he’s shooting heated glances at as I sit beside Izak and watch from afar.
Casey catches me on my way to the bathrooms, fisting my shirt as he pulls me close enough to whisper in my ear. “You’re coming home with me tonight,” he says, no room for arguments.
And, hell, how can I say no to the man of the moment? The player of the match? I can’t, that’s what and I don’t want to either. I’ve caught the fever in a big way.
I catch Casey’s eye on my way back into the room. He nods at me, and we make our way to the exit, keeping our distance until we’re standing on the footpath, climbing into the back seat of a waiting cab.
I’m impatient as we make our way back to Casey’s place. I know we’re having sex tonight and the tension between us is like a taut bowstring, a tangible, living thing just waiting to fly.
I’m so impatient to get my hands on him which is why I’m surprised when he holds me back once we’re safely enclosed between the four walls of his townhouse.
“Not yet,” he says, clasping onto my shirt and pulling me with him.
I follow because that is all I am capable of doing when Casey’s leading.
He walks us all the way through the front lounge, to the kitchen at the back of his house.
He doesn’t stop until he’s unlocking the sliding door that leads out the back to his pool. I cock my head in a question.
“Come for a swim with me, H,” Casey purrs, biting on his lower lip in a way that has me close to whimpering.
“I don’t have my trunks with me,” I reply, already knowing where this is going.
“Oh, what a shame,” Casey teases right back, finally dropping his hold on my shirt.
He takes another step back to increase the distance between us before he reaches behind him and drags his t-shirt off in one sexy swoop.
Damn, a man would pay good money for a show like this and here I am, getting it for free.
I lean against the sliding door, pretending as though I’m just here for the show when really, I don’t trust my legs to keep me upright as Casey hooks his thumbs into his jeans and slides them down his legs.
He’s left standing there naked in front of me, cock already hard and absorbing every ounce of my attention.
Casey crooks a grin at me before turning and diving into the pool.
I can only watch, more turned on that I think I’ve ever been as he glides underwater to the far side and then emerges, like a gift from the gods.
Thank the Lord for those underwater pool lights because they’re showing off all his assets as I eye him, wondering what I did right to get to look at him like this.
“You coming in?” he grins, head knocked coquettishly to the side.
I can only nod, throat too parched for a response as I shed my clothes in a far less strip worthy manner than him, but the way he’s looking at me tells me he likes it all the same.
I dive into the pool, emerging right in front of him.
I’m far too turned on to play games tonight and I reach for his nape, hauling his lips to mine.
He responds instantly, the kiss quickly turning filthy as he licks into my mouth.
I can only groan, sliding my free hand down to the curve of his hip and pulling him taut against me.
Our cocks rub together, and I’m rewarded with the most delicious groan from Casey as he pushes his hips forward.
I’m aware it’s the first time he’s felt the delight of rubbing against another cock and I memorise every sound he’s making.
We’re too deep to get any real purchase so I slowly move us towards the shallow end until I can perch his ass on a step. He leans backwards, pulling me closer as we rub up against each other frantically until I am mindless with need for him.
With a strength I didn’t know I possess, I latch my arms around his thighs and haul him up to the top step, high enough that his cock emerges from the water.
I don’t even stop to ask permission before I sink my mouth onto him, sucking him as deep as I can in my mindless pursuit to have as much of him as I can.
“Fuck, Harrison,” he cries, one hand sliding into my hair while he rests back on his elbow, opening his legs wide enough to create a perfect space for my shoulders.
I don’t go easy on him. I’ve wanted to know what he tastes like since forever and he’s as delicious as I anticipated, a mix of chlorine and that taste that is purely Casey.
I’m feeling slightly animalistic as I trace the vein on his cock with my tongue, swirling through his slit and lapping at the moisture beading there.
Casey’s squirming and cursing but I only have half a mind on his response as I worship the cock I’ve been dreaming about for months.
“Oh, Harry. H,” he pants, shallow breaths punctuating each word. “I’m not going to last.”
That sounds like music to my ears. I help him along by reaching between his legs and gently squeezing his balls. He comes on a cry, pulsing in my mouth until he has nothing left to give.
I think I could stay here for another few hours, just sucking on his cock but his soft whimper suggests he’s over-sensitised, so I pull off.
And my Casey looks completely wrecked as he pants for air, leaning back on his elbows, legs still splayed between my shoulders.
More wrecked than I have ever seen him, and that includes after a full workout with the head trainer.
I feel inordinately pleased with myself as the haze of lust starts to lift from my mind and I pull in a few deep breaths.
“Harry?” Casey whimpers, the words like a plea.
I give him what he wants, leaning down to kiss him as he comes back down from the high I just gave him.
I’m so focused on him that I don’t even realise how hard I still am until he reaches a probing hand between us, stroking a knuckle along my hard length.
“Harry,” Casey pants, pulling back from our kiss. “I need to suck this.”
“Only if you want to,” I tell him, a gentleman to the end. “There’s no pressure if you don’t want to.”
“Oh but I do,” he returns in a way that has all my concerns dying a quick death. I pull myself up to my knees on the step beside him, feeling a ping of delight at the way he eyes my cock with a hunger that I fully understand. He leans forward instantly before I pry him back by his shoulder.
“On the sunlounge,” I suggest, knocking my head that way. “Got to look after these athlete knees.”
“Always thinking of me,” he grins but he doesn’t hesitate as I lead the way, dripping wet, and laying back on the sunlounge.
He follows me down, crawling between my legs like a panther hunting its prey.
He’s so into this and I don’t know why I’m surprised at the way he shows no hesitation. But that’s just Casey.
Of course, Casey being the perfectionist he is also somehow instinctively knows how to give a great blowjob as he sinks his mouth onto my cock.
It’s not like anyone needs a manual for giving good head but Casey just knows the exact pressure I like it, knows where I like to be tongued.
He uses his hand as well to make sure this blowjob is primed to go off like a rocket.
I take small pride in the way I can usually make things last, but I am not at all surprised that Casey manages to get me off faster than any guy who has come before him. And he drinks me down like he’s been sucking dicks for ever and a day, no hesitation whatsoever.
It’s my turn to be thoroughly wrecked after getting the full treatment from Casey and he looks pleased as punch as he kneels back between my legs, big smile on his face as he looks me over.
“We’ve been wasting a lot of time,” he mulls. “We should have been exchanging blowjobs from the start.”
“Truth,” is all I can muster. Casey grins at that as he curls himself into the space between my legs, like the perfect fit he’s always been.
We kiss and we stroke warm skin, and we touch all the parts of each other we’re just getting to know, all the while thinking he was right that we could have been doing this all along.
But that kind of thinking is pointless and I’m pretty sure the journey with Casey has made this all the more enjoyable now. Besides, there is no doubt in my mind that if there were ever prizes given out for delayed gratification, he is the ultimate reward.
I spend the night in Casey’s bed, and Casey and I add exchanging blowjobs to our repertoire. It seems he is intent on making up for that lost time he rued while lying on the sunlounge because he wants it all the time. We suck each other off again later that night and it is still not enough for him.
It’s not a hard sell for me either but I am slightly more conscious of keeping our sex lives away from the club than my greedy little footballer seems to be.
Besides, there’s something kind of magical in denying Casey something he wants so badly, like some way of holding back just a skerrick of power over him. Because he owns me in literally every other way, always has done, but with this, well, he wants me just as badly as I want him.
I’m just far, far better at self-denial than my dearest, sweetest Casey Calloway.