Unnecessary Roughness (22 page)

“Connor Andrew Worthington! Get your ass down here now!”

Kyle could see Connor was trembling as well. Connor stuffed his shirt into his backpack and zipped it. He slung it over his shoulder and said, “We are on our way out.”

“Okay.” Kyle wiped at his sweaty face and straightened his back. Teammates. Battle-ready.

As they descended the staircase, Kyle could see Connor’s body reacting in fear. With each step, Connor’s legs shook.

By the time they reached the bottom landing, both Mr. and Mrs. Worthington were waiting. Mr. Worthington, in a golf outfit; a green Ralph Lauren polo shirt and seersucker shorts, had his arms crossed and was obviously not happy.

Kyle met the imposing man’s glare and felt very sorry for Connor.

“Did Mom tell you?” Connor asked.

“Tell me she’s lying.”

“Dad…” Connor shook his head.

“He can’t help who he is, Mr. Worthington.” Kyle felt like he was about to throw himself in front of a moving train for his lover.

“I knew it.” Arthur addressed his wife, “How many times did I say it, Carole?”

“You knew, dear.”

“Dad, this is Kyle Baker. He’s on my lacrosse team and we live together.”

Kyle imagined extending his hand in greeting, but reconsidered. The look of disdain was obvious.

“That’s it? No women? You’ve decided your entire future?”

“Yes, Dad. I’m sorry. I’ve known I was gay since I was little. I just thought you’d kill me.”

“He won’t kill you, Connor,” Carole said.

“Disown me? Stop paying my college tuition? What?” Connor gestured with his palms upwards.

Kyle knew both he and Connor expected a violent tirade. But instead, Kyle felt sorry for Mr. Worthington. He appeared so utterly let down.

The man said nothing.

When he walked away, Kyle could tell Connor was shocked.

“Mom?”

“Let him be, dear. He’s very disappointed.”

“What’s he going to do?”

“Do?”

Kyle caught Connor’s glance of worry.

“Yeah. Do.” Connor’s gulp was audible from where Kyle stood.

“There’s nothing he can do, Connor,” she said. “You’ve made up your mind.”

“Mom.” Connor shifted his weight uneasily.

“It was nice to have met you, Kyle.” She held out her hand.

Kyle shook it but had no idea what to say. Violence they had anticipated. Arguing they had expected. Silent guilt? Way off the radar.

“Mom, do you want us to stay for dinner? To talk?”

“No, dear. You go back to your place. I think your father needs some time on his own.”

When she walked away, Kyle could tell Connor was stunned. He put his arm around Connor’s shoulder and walked with him to the front door. Lawrence opened it for them.

On the drive back to their apartment, they didn’t talk.

The moment they were inside their tiny home, Connor said, “What the fuck? He didn’t even tell me I was disgusting.”

“Maybe all these years he just wanted you to be honest.” Kyle dropped his bag by the door.

“No.” Connor’s head ached. He ran both his hand into his hair to massage his scalp. “He’s not done. He’ll do something to me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Is there any booze in his place?” Connor looked around the room.

“I don’t think so. I can go out and get us beer over at that shop that doesn’t ask for ID.”

“No. Never mind. I should have thought of it on the drive home.”

“Come here.”

Connor raised his head to see Kyle’s concerned expression and wide open arms. “Do I look as bad as I feel?”

“Nope. You look delicious.”

Connor fell against Kyle, rocking with him in the center of the room.

“We need a nap.”

“We need to study.” Connor yawned.

“Nap first, study second.”

“No.” Connor held Kyle’s hand. “Sex first, nap second, study third.” He heard Kyle’s provocative chuckle and smiled. Connor took the items they needed out of the nightstand. When he glanced back, Kyle was undressing, staring at him as he did.

“You want to do me?” Kyle kicked off his briefs and tilted his head seductively.

Connor’s erection throbbed at the thought, but he said, “I like you in me.”

Kyle crawled on the bed, propping his head up in his palm as he waited.

After he had kicked off his last item of clothing, Connor tossed one rubber on the bed beside Kyle. He spun around, squeezed a dollop of gel on his fingers, then bent over and massaged the lube on his own ass.

“Mother-fucker,” Kyle hissed.

“Does it tempt you?” Connor asked coyly. The sound of the condom wrapper opening reached his ears.

Before Connor could react, Kyle had grabbed him from behind. Connor felt Kyle forcing him down onto his lap. The head of Kyle’s cock touched his rim. Connor opened his lips for a gasp and closed his eyes.

Kyle continued to guide Conner until he was penetrated up to the hilt. Connor leaned forward, spread his legs and braced his hands on his thighs.

“You okay?”

“God, yeah.” Connor’s skin covered with goose bumps. He sat still, enjoying the sensation of Kyle’s body inside him, then began rocking.

“Nice.” Kyle smoothed his hands all over Connor’s back and arms.

“Hang on.” Connor wanted Kyle’s lips. He disconnected, spun around, and straddled Kyle’s thighs. Once they were joined again, Connor said, “Better.” He gazed at Kyle’s expression and cupped the back of his head for that kiss.

Kyle moaned against Connor’s mouth and it caused Connor’s cock to twitch with longing. As if he knew what Connor wanted, Kyle ran his hand along Connor’s length, using his thumb to massage the slit.

Connor broke the kiss for a deep breath, arched his back and began riding Kyle’s cock.

“Jesus, Connor…” Kyle increased his fisting in time with Connor’s body thrusts, licking Connor’s erect nipples.

Connor’s head began to spin. Before he closed his eyes and rushed head first into an orgasm, he stared at the motion of Kyle’s hand on his engorged dick and the ripples of Kyle’s abs and chest. “Kyle, Kyle…” At the sound of Kyle grunting and the deep penetration, Connor knew Kyle was climaxing. That wonderful pulsating began and Connor let go, his body bursting with pleasure.

His cum splashed his skin as Kyle jerked his cock in a blur of motion. Connor voiced his euphoria in sexual groans that he heard echo in his temples.

The throbbing of Kyle’s length subsided inside him. As Connor caught his breath, the perspiration ran down his neck and armpits. He settled on Kyle’s lap and they embraced.

“I love you, Connor.”

Connor’s heart melted instantly. He nudged Kyle to look at him and said, “I love you too, babe.” Connor raised his hips to disconnect them, then relaxed again for some kissing.

Kyle hummed in contentment as they cuddled, their kissing soft and full of affection.

Connor was lost. Lost in love, and the hope that he had found his partner and soul mate. Kyle Baker was everything he wanted in a partner, and more.

Chapter Thirteen

Kyle woke up. As he shook off the haziness of his dreams he found himself in Connor’s bed, in Connor’s embrace. A dewy sweat sealed their overlapping bodies.

He couldn’t remember being this happy. Gazing down at Connor’s long, dark eyelashes as he slept, Kyle lazily ran his fingers through Connor’s brown locks. “I have you. I wanted you, prayed you wanted me, and now…” Kyle smiled. “Here we are.”

Connor stirred. Kyle waited for the sight of Connor’s blue eyes.

Connor blinked and began to wake up. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Kyle felt Connor’s morning wood pressed against his hip.

“I slept great.”

“Me too.” Kyle reached down and played with Connor.

“Yum.” Connor wriggled in delight.

“Wanna come?”

“Yes!” Connor smiled wickedly.

Kyle gave his cock a last good squeeze, then began inching lower.

“Blow job? Oh yeah!” Connor pumped his fist into the air.

Once he’d pulled the sheet down, Kyle settled between Connor’s legs. He admired Connor’s perfect dick before he directed it at his mouth and sucked the tip.

Connor gave out a long, whimpering, “ohhhh” sound as he was serviced. It only made Kyle more enthusiastic. He rose up on his elbows and drew Connor deeper, as much as he could take before having to pull back. He couldn’t quite get all of Connor’s dick inside his mouth, so he used his hands to work the base.

“God, Kyle! Where have you been all my life?”

Kyle tried to answer with his mouth full.

“Yes. Oregon.” Connor laughed until he resumed moaning.

A taste of pre-cum touched his tongue. Kyle quickened his pace.

“I’m close.” Connor jerked his hips in reflex.

To get a better angle, Kyle got to his knees, fondled Connor’s nuts and drew powerful suction from the base to the tip of his hard-on.

“Ah…I’m there.” Connor arched his back and his muscles tensed.

Kyle closed his eyes and felt the creamy cum fill his mouth. He moaned in pleasure and swallowed, waiting for more.

As Connor recuperated, Kyle lapped at him gently, dipping his tongue into his slit to get the oozing drops. “Damn, you taste good.”

Connor laughed tiredly. “Vegetarian cum.”

“Maybe.” Kyle peeked up at him. “We have a game today.”

“I know. I can’t move.”

Kyle knelt upright and stared at Connor’s naked body. He jerked at his own cock as he did.

“Gimme that.” Connor beckoned Kyle closer.

Kyle crawled up Connor’s torso and straddled his chest. He aimed his dick at Connor’s mouth and it was received.

“Oh, yes.” Kyle’s body reacted to the sensation of a wet, tight hole, growing rock hard. Connor gripped an ass cheek in each hand and used it to thrust Kyle in and out.

Kyle fucked Connor’s mouth, amazed how deep Connor could take him, and how rough he was willing to be. The swoon began in Kyle’s balls and worked outward in circular waves. “I’m coming.”

Connor grunted in excitement and began piston fucking Kyle with his mouth. Kyle couldn’t believe the sensation. He clenched his teeth and came, feeling Connor’s finger pressing into his rim from behind.

Connor continued to suck and groan after Kyle had come. Kyle was dripping with sweat and gasping for breath. “Holy shit, Connor.”

“Mm!” Connor released Kyle’s dick to the tip, sucked hard, then pulled back with a
pop
sound. As he relaxed, he rubbed his face into Kyle’s pubic hair inhaling deeply. “You’re an aphrodisiac.”

“I can’t believe we have to function. I need more sleep now.” Kyle felt spent.

“What time is it?” Connor rested his face against Kyle’s softened cock.

Kyle tried to read the digital clock on Connor’s nightstand. “Just after seven.”

“We have to shower and go.”

“We’re playing UC in Santa Barbara.”

“I know.” Connor touched Kyle’s hip in a gesture to move.

Kyle leaned down to peck his lips, climbing off and stretching his back. “I swear I could go right back to bed.”

“Come on, babe. A shower will do us both good.” Connor led the way.

Standing in front of his locker, Kyle loaded his bag with his pads, white jersey, gold shorts, gold helmet, and cleats. He peeked at Connor as he did the same. Connor appeared preoccupied. But Ross was gone. Problem solved?

The room was noisy as they prepared for the bus ride to Santa Barbara. This was the second game of the season. They had spent most of their time practicing, playing scrimmages in the intramural fields, and weight-lifting at the John Wooden Center. They had a long four months of practice and games ahead to get to the championship finals.

It didn’t help that he and Connor were both carrying heavy academic credit loads this semester.

Kyle heard a locker slam shut. He looked over his shoulder at Donald who was busy getting ready for their away game. He noticed Donald staring at Connor. Kyle looked at the direction of Donald’s gaze. Connor’s ass.

Kyle cleared his throat.

Donald jumped out of his skin, grabbed his gear, and vanished.

Connor asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Kyle didn’t think Connor needed the extra aggravation.

Someone yelled into the locker room it was time to go. Kyle thought it sounded like he graduate assistant, Denny Perkins.

Kyle zipped his bag and shouldered it, carrying his crosse. “You ready?”

“Yup.” Connor shut his locker and hoisted up his gym bag.

They got caught up in the rush as the team filed outside to the parking lot and the waiting bus.

Daydreaming, his head down, Kyle caught Connor reacting to something. When Kyle jerked his head up to catch the action, he found Connor glaring at Kevin as he hurried past them.

“Did he just push you?” Kyle asked.

“Yes.”

“Jesus. Ya get rid of one moron…”

Connor whispered, “Well, he’s the one who made the remark about Donald being gay and staring at my ass.”

Kyle frowned.
Yeah, he was again a minute ago
.

“I can’t complain to Banks. He’ll begin to think I’m a pussy who can’t fight my own battles. As long as I don’t get an illegal check to the nuts again, I can handle it.”

“This sucks.” Kyle had no idea why being gay was such a threat to anyone. Why did what he and Connor do in the bedroom make any difference to other people? They played the game of lacrosse, didn’t bother anyone, minded their own business…

A line formed at the bus’ entrance. Denny was checking off a list as they boarded.

Connor entered the bus, Kyle right behind him as the driver stowed their gear under the bus’ carriage. Connor hesitated. Kyle looked over Connor’s shoulder to see why.

A busload of lacrosse players was giving the two of them the “evil-eye”.

“Mother-fucker,” Connor breathed.

“Move. Go find a seat.” Kyle glared at the worst offending team members as they passed, waiting for a disparaging comment.
What the fuck? I thought we were beyond this? What did I miss?

Kyle struggled to recall the day when they admitted they were gay. Didn’t the guys get it? It was done. They came out. Wasn’t that what they wanted? To out them? What now?