Unnecessary Roughness (18 page)

After a few deep inhales, Connor hissed through clenched teeth, “Yeah.”

When a referee approached, Kyle jumped to his feet, flailing out his arms in anger. “Didn’t you see that illegal check?”

“Kyle…” Connor stood up slowly. “Forget it.”

“Forget it?” Kyle was breathing fire. A crowd of players gathered around them.

The referee said, “I was watching the action near the goal.”

Kyle searched the spectators for the culprit. Ross was conveniently not within hearing range for the accusation.

“You need to get off the field?” the referee asked Connor.

“No.” Connor stuffed the mouthpiece back into his mouth and held the crosse ready.

Another whistle blew and the game resumed.

The minute he was able to, Kyle made a direct line to Ross and hit him in the back with his lacrosse stick.

The referees immediately spotted
that
illegal act and Kyle was suspended for three minutes to the sidelines.

When he walked off the field, Head Coach Banks and Assistant Coach Knox collared him. “What the hell are you doin’, Baker? Illegally checking your own teammate?”

“You’re going to get thrown off the team if you keep that up,” Assistant Coach Knox said.

Kyle removed his mouth guard and roared, “Didn’t you see what he did to Connor?”

Coach Banks looked confused and exchanged glances with his assistant coach.

Kyle threw up his hands. “Why am I the only one with eyes on this field?” He felt like strangling someone.

“Cool off. I won’t put you back in the game with that attitude.”

As soon as the coaches walked away, Kyle resisted the urge to give them the finger.
Fuck! Connor? What the hell is wrong with Ross? Why is he tormenting you?

Kyle rose to his feet as the action on the field became intense. Connor was aggressively going after the ball, legally, and flung it beyond the goalie into the net, scoring.

Though it was reason to celebrate, Connor didn’t. He lowered his head and jogged back to his position.

Kyle couldn’t wait until he could get his hands on Ross. He was going to kill him.

The locker room was loud as cleats hit linoleum. They won but it didn’t feel like a win to Connor. He was battered.

As he stood before his locker, he cringed and dropped his helmet to the bench, sitting down slowly to remove his shoes and socks.

Shouting erupted from someplace else in the room. Connor recognized Kyle’s voice.

“Shit.” Connor stood up and headed to the noise. In the midst of a crowd of teammates trying to break up a fight, Connor found Kyle pinning Ross Cartmen to the wall.

“This abuse better stop, asshole!”

“Fuck you, Baker! Get off me!”

No. Oh, God, Kyle, no
. Connor covered his mouth in frustration.

“Break it up!” Coach Banks intervened. “What the hell’s going on? Can’t we save our energy for the game on the field?”

Kyle’s teeth were showing as he said, “Tell him to lay the fuck off of Connor! Coach, he’s constantly committing personal fouls on the guy. His own teammate and captain. Ask him why, Coach!”

Connor cringed and closed his eyes.
This isn’t happening
.

A murmur emerged from the crowd of men.

Connor could swear he heard Kevin and Dick say “Because he’s a faggot,” in a hissing whisper.

He staggered backwards, reaching for the wall and returned to his locker. The argument continued behind a column of lockers, echoing in the bad acoustics.

“I don’t care what’s going on between you, morons! But this shit better stop!” Coach Banks roared.

Connor took off his uniform and pads, changing into his street clothing without a shower.

“Ask him!” Kyle’s voice cracked. “Ask this fucking moron why he’s attacking Connor!”

Connor winced in agony at what may be revealed. He shut his locker door and headed to the exit.

“Where is Connor?” Coach Banks asked.

“Connor?”

As his name was called by several teammates, Connor left the room and hurried home. He was so upset with Kyle he was near tears.
Out me! Come on, Kyle! Out me! You idiot!

Since Kyle had driven them to campus, Connor walked home. He was in so much pain he was limping slightly. Biting his lip, holding back his emotions, Connor waited at a crosswalk for the traffic signal to change, wiping at the sweat on his temples. He was mortified by the events in the locker room. He could never show his face there again.

Finished. I can’t do this anymore
.

Just as he rounded the bend on the corner where his apartment was, he heard the beep of a car horn.

Kyle pulled into the parking lot behind him.

Connor didn’t wait. He removed his key from his pocket and jammed it into the door lock.

“Connor!”

Connor threw open the lobby door and stormed up the staircase.

“Wait up! Connor!”

He heard Kyle’s heavy footsteps right behind him. When he felt Kyle’s hand on his back, Connor jerked away and screamed, “Get the hell away from me!”

Kyle looked like he’d been kicked in the teeth.

Connor resumed his pace to their apartment.

“Connor? What did I do? I was—”

Before he opened the door to their unit, Connor spun around. “You humiliated me.”

“What?”

“Did I ask you to confront Ross?”

Kyle’s expression fell to a deep frown. “Just let me explain…”

Connor growled and impaled the lock, thrusting open the door. Again he felt Kyle’s touch on his shoulder. He shrunk back and yelled, “Don’t touch me!” He threw his backpack down and headed to the bathroom to shower.

Kyle was speechless. He closed the door behind him and placed his books beside Connor’s. “What did I do? I was defending you. I thought I was…” his voice trailed off. The shower started in the bathroom.

Rubbing his coarse jaw in agony, Kyle gathered back the plastic beads in one hand and stared at Connor through the shower doors as he washed. “Baby…” Kyle felt sick. Nothing mattered more to him than this man.

He opened the shower door a crack and looked in. The amount of red marks on Connor’s back and legs was disheartening. “I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”

Connor spun around, looking enraged. “Helping?”

“I can’t take that homophobe beating on you. I can’t.”

“Don’t you think everyone on the team knows he’s a homophobe? And that’s the reason why he’s hitting me?”

The amount of pain on Connor’s face was killing him. “No.”

“How could they not!” Connor yelled, his voice echoing off the wet tile.

Kyle started breaking down. “He said…he said he was jealous you were captain.” Kyle wiped at his eyes roughly. “That he wanted to be a captain.”

Connor’s body went limp as if he couldn’t keep up the anger.

“Look at you.” Kyle had to stop himself from weeping. Connor’s body was so bruised it was painful to see. “Forgive me.”

With his right hand Connor shut off the water and stood dripping, his head down, his hair pasted to his cheeks and neck.

Kyle took a towel off the rail and slid the door wider. As Connor stood still, Kyle patted him dry. “I’m so sorry.”

In a quick movement, Connor embraced Kyle, drawing him to his chest.

At first Kyle thought Connor was going to get violent and push him away. But that didn’t happen.

Kyle encircled Connor in his arms and picked him up, lifting him out of the tub. They stood together in the steamy room, rocking, trying not to cry.

“Forgive me.” Kyle’s eyes stung.

“I forgive you.”

Kyle held Connor’s hand, leading him to Connor’s double bed. With a gentle gesture, Kyle persuaded Connor to lie back on it.

Naked, his eyes shining, Connor relaxed with a hand across his belly and one of his knees bent.

As he stared down at the vision on the bed, Kyle kicked off his shoes and removed his clothing. Once he was undressed, Kyle joined him, reaching to touch Connor’s bronze skin. Kyle made the rounds of the reddish bruises on Connor’s torso, lightly tickling his fingertips over them, wishing them gone. He dug into Connor’s pubic hair, massaging his groin, hearing Connor release a breath between his teeth.

“Too hard?” Kyle asked, easing up on this pressure.

“Very hard.”

Kyle glanced downwards. Connor’s cock was standing out from his body like a pole. “Make love to me.”

“I’d prefer it if you’d make love to me.”

Cupping Connor’s jaw, Kyle made Connor meet his eyes. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

Kyle didn’t know what to do. Had they prepared?
I don’t even have a rubber.

As if reading his mind, Connor smiled. “In the nightstand drawer.”

“What?” Kyle asked. “You mean?”

Connor nodded, a loving smile on his lips.

Almost on a dare, Kyle sat up and took a look. Condoms and lubrication. “Son of a bitch.”

Connor laughed softly. “Wishful thinking. What can I say?”

“I’m glad,” Kyle replied. “I didn’t even imagine we’d…well, I imagined it but—”

“Kyle?”

“Yes?”

“Grab the lube.”

Kyle’s heart skipped a beat.
Connor Worthington is inviting me in? How lucky can I get?
Trying not to shake with excitement, Kyle retrieved both items they needed and dropped them onto the bed. His own cock bobbed at the thought of penetration. The urge to screw Connor was strong.

Great, now I’m hyperventilating
.

While Kyle tried to get a grip on his libido, Connor leaned over and took his cock into his mouth. Kyle grunted loudly and closed his eyes. “You do that for long and I’m never going to make it inside your ass.”

Connor parted from him with a slurp and licked his lips teasingly. “I love doing that to you.”

“Good.” Kyle held back a wave of orgasmic chills. It seemed he was taking too long, because Connor tore open the rubber package and rolled the condom on Kyle’s erection.

“Make-up sex?” Kyle tried to laugh but he was panting too hard.

“That’ll work.” Connor opened the new tube of gel and inspected it. He squeezed a blob onto his fingertips and began massaging Kyle’s sheathed cock.

“Holy Christ!” Kyle pinched the base of his dick to prevent coming.

Connor stopped what he was doing. “Can you lube up my ass then?”

Before Connor could react, Kyle snatched the tube from his hand and urged Connor to his back. He caught Connor’s wicked smile and felt his cheeks heat up.

With Connor splayed out, knees bent, straddled and exposed, Kyle knelt between Connor’s thighs. “Jesus…I’m gonna spurt just looking at you.” The tube made a noise when he squeezed it. “That was the lube.”

Connor cracked up with laughter and Kyle was very glad to see his mood improve.

With his index finger, Kyle began his exploration of Connor’s body. No one had made Kyle as excited as this before. At least no one real. Yeah, he’d jacked off to models, but this wasn’t a magazine, this was flesh and blood. His best friend, his roommate, his captain, his…lover.

Connor braced his back with both arms, trapping them behind him to aid in propping his bottom up. Suddenly it felt like Kyle was going to get the dominance he craved. Boldly Kyle pushed his fingertip into Connor’s rim.

“Ahh…yes.”

That encouragement was all Kyle needed. The gel was making it so easy to slip inside, he was amazed. “Wow.”

“Wow.” Connor echoed, his head pressed backwards into the pillows, his eyes closed.

Kyle tried not to look at the purplish bruise that marred Connor’s groin. Instead, he looked at his crimson cock head. A bead of clear fluid began emerging from the tip.

Kyle dipped two fingers in. Connor’s hips jerked upwards and he groaned. As he finger-fucked Connor, Kyle’s own dick throbbed with his beating heart. He made sure the condom was on tightly and shifted his body to replace his fingers with his dick.

Right before he drove in, he leaned down and licked the drop on Connor’s slit.

“Oh, Jesus.” Connor’s body levitated off the mattress for a moment.

“Wish I could suck and fuck you simultaneously.”

“Me too.” Connor propped up his bottom with his arms. “Take me.”

A shiver coursed over Kyle’s spine. He inched closer, holding his cock in his right hand and Connor’s thigh with his left.

The moment he was on target, Connor wiggled downward, forcing Kyle’s cock in deeper.

“Mother-fucker!” Chills covered Kyle’s skin.

“Omygod…ohmygod…” Connor worked himself onto Kyle’s cock as Kyle held his breath in amazement.

“You okay?” Kyle needed to begin fucking or he’d go insane.

“Yes!”

“I can screw you?”

“Yes!”

“Harder?”

“Jesus Christ, Kyle! Yes!”

Kyle got into a better position and held onto Connor’s hips. He slipped out of Connor’s body to the end of his cock, and jammed it back in. The gel made it silky smooth. “I’m not going to last.”

“Holy shit!” Connor used both his arms to help propel him against Kyle.

“I’m going for it.”

“Please!”

The surge to his cock and balls was mind-blowing. Kyle kept his eyes open, staring from Connor’s engorged dick to his fabulous face. In earnest, Kyle hammered into Connor, hoping Connor would tell him to stop if it got uncomfortable.

As Kyle neared his climax, Connor went crazy underneath him, jamming his body upwards to get maximum penetration.

“Ah! Ah!”

Kyle blinked in shock when Connor shot cum all over himself, his body shivering and his dick spewing out a creamy load. It was all Kyle needed. He pushed in to the hilt and felt his cock throbbing. The pleasure was so intense Kyle thought he was going to go into a seizure.

His nuts went tight, his back arched, and his eyelids sealed shut. Somewhere from deep inside his chest, Kyle grunted like a rutting bull. He slid his dick in and out two more times, then his arms gave out with fatigue and he collapsed on top of Connor.

His dick came out of Connor’s body and he felt Connor’s heart pounding under his cheek.

They didn’t speak or move, catching their breath.

Finally Connor shifted side to side to free his trapped hands and held Kyle close.