12. Bailey

Chapter 12

Bailey

S omehow, Bailey found himself in AJ’s bed, the kisses on the couch having heated up quickly. He had vague recollections of pulling the older man off the couch and kissing him as they felt and bumped their way down the hallway and into the primary suite.

Clothes had also been shed, strewn across the pale grey carpet of AJ’s bedroom floor.

Am I dreaming? Bailey wondered as his coach reclaimed his lips, bringing their naked bodies flush against each other, lying on their sides in the middle of the big, plush mattress.

Where Bailey himself had a waxed chest and back, AJ was every bit the hairy bear of a man he had assumed he’d be. His skin was warm, his stomach soft and yielding even as his arms and chest were firm and muscled. He was even hotter in reality than he had been in Bailey’s ongoing fantasies.

AJ slung one of his legs over Bailey’s hip and shifted until their cocks were aligned, rubbing together, the movement aided by the precum Bailey knew he was leaking like crazy. He moaned into AJ’s mouth and gripped at AJ’s butt with his free hand — the other one trapped underneath him.

“This…this okay?” AJ panted against his lips, his accent roughened with the same desperate need coursing through Bailey’s body.

With all the control he could muster, Bailey leaned back so he could look the older man in the eye. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? I’ve done this before. With men, I mean.”

A sound that could only be described as a possessive growl came from the back of AJ’s throat, gruff and irritated. “I don’t want to think of you bein’ with other men right now.”

The twitching of his cock against Bailey’s said otherwise, but he wisely let the subject drop. “What I meant was…I didn’t think you had.”

For all that AJ had expressed his support of all sexualities and genders, Bailey still thought it would be justifiable if his coach freaked out about suddenly kissing and taking another man to his bed.

“Fooled around a bit at the Academy,” AJ admitted. “Would’ve been about fifteen. Enjoyed it back then, but then I started meeting girls and…” he trailed off.

“Soccer’s a notoriously homophobic sport,” Bailey filled in the silence softly. Though he lamented the loss of the frantic, heated kissing, this discussion had to happen if things were going to move forward. “It was worse in your heyday, too.”

“Yeah,” AJ’s expression twisted. “It wasn’t a conscious choice, though. Being with women. It was just…the done thing. And I liked it, so I figured the Academy stuff was just randy teenager shit, helpin’ each other out until we could really get our dicks wet. I never felt like I wasn’t bein’ true to myself, or like I was missin’ out until…”

Bailey tensed, watching as an uncharacteristic blush stole over AJ’s bearded cheeks and ran down his neck, kissing the tops of his shoulders. Fuck, he needed the older man to finish that sentence!

“Until…?” he prompted gently, smoothing his hand down AJ’s flank in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but made the other man shiver beneath his palm.

AJ swallowed roughly, closing his eyes and murmuring, “Until I finally noticed you.”

Yeah, I definitely hit my head or something, Bailey thought to himself as he tried to process the confession. He couldn’t find the right words to respond, his excitement and joy and the sheer bewilderment of the situation making it hard to even think.

So, he just followed his instincts and slammed his lips against AJ’s, swallowing the older man’s surprised moan. This time, as Bailey led their kissing, it was possessive and desperate.

How many weeks had he fantasised about doing this? How many showers had he taken, jerking himself off while thinking about having his coach on top of him, under him, in him, and every other way he could imagine? And now AJ had admitted that he was just as attracted to him and his brain and heart felt like they were about to explode.

And so did his cock.

Tearing his mouth from AJ’s, he asked, “You got lube in here?”

“Uh” —AJ’s eyes were adorably glazed, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen— “Yeah. Um. In the drawer behind you.”

Bailey rolled away, found the bottle in the drawer, then rolled back to face the older man. “Have you ever…” he started, and AJ nodded.

“A couple of times. With women,” he clarified, and Bailey was momentarily distracted by watching AJ stroking his own cock.

It was thick, he noted, and uncut just as he’d hoped. He wanted to bend down and suck it immediately, but he reminded himself to focus. “Right. Well, that’s not much different to doing it with a man, only you get bonus points if you can find my prostate.”

AJ’s eyes fluttered as he groaned, but Bailey was more interested in the thick, pearly bead of precum on the dark purple head of AJ’s dick.

Just one taste…

They both moaned as Bailey followed through on the temptation, having shuffled down the mattress to do so. He suckled at the tip for a little while, savouring his first taste, hoping this wouldn’t also be his last, then bobbed down the whole length, gagging a little as AJ thrust into the back of his throat.

AJ tapped his hip before he could get a good rhythm going. “Shift more this way,” he demanded. “And pass me the lube.”

With understanding dawning, Bailey complied readily, then went back to sucking on his prize while presenting his arse to his coach.

The first slippery touch over his hole was tentative, but Bailey was content to let the other man explore at his own pace. It didn’t take long for that finger to breach him, or for the next two to follow.

“Fuck, just look at you,” AJ’s voice was lower and gravellier than ever. “Taking my fingers like a pro.”

Bailey thanked every deity he could think of that he’d spent the past weeks riding every toy in his collection, thinking about the man currently fingering his arse with reverence. It didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the burn and stretch of those three, thick, manly fingers, but he was sure the recent practice had made it easier for him to relax and open up for his coach.

He moaned around the cock in his mouth, thrusting back onto the digits that were driving him wild. Then AJ crooked his fingers and bliss thundered through his entire body.

A dark chuckle came from behind him. “Found it.”

“You-you’re a quick fucking study,” Bailey accused, wondering when he’d released AJ’s cock from his mouth. He breathed heavily, rocking back again, needing to feel that sensation once more. Just once.

“I’ve always picked things up easily,” AJ admitted, sounding far too coherent for Bailey’s liking.

“Please,” he begged, trying to encourage the man to fuck him with those fingers, “I need more.” He arched his back as the fingers moved again. “Yes. Just like that.”

“Shhh,” AJ urged, “I’ve got you, pet, but we don’t want to wake the kid, do we?”

Brain short-circuiting at the sweet endearment, Bailey took half a second to understand, then he shook his head. Waking the kid would be very bad. He loved her, but he didn’t want her to cockblock him. Not when this was likely his one and only chance to experience this with his crush.

“Think you’re ready for my cock?”

All Bailey wanted to do was scream a resounding ‘Yes!’, but he choked it back, whining his ascent instead. “Please. Please, AJ.” He whined again as the fingers slid out of his body, leaving him feeling bereft and empty, and then…AJ stilled. Bailey turned his head to look up the entire length of his sexy bear body to catch the worry on AJ’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have condoms.”

Bailey relaxed. “Oh. Well, I’m on PrEP, and my last physical came back negative for STIs, so…we don’t need them if you’re okay without them?”

“Fuck,” AJ muttered, his hand wrapping around the cock still in front of Bailey’s face. “You sure?”

It was endearing that he was so serious about this…but then Bailey realised that the older man had grown up in the 1990s.

Softly, he assured, “I’m sure. But if you’re not—” he yelped as AJ moved faster than his big body gave him credit for, tossing Bailey to his back on the mattress and then crawling over the top of him.

Bailey loved the feeling of being bracketed by a bigger frame. While he was vers, bottoming for a brawny older man was his favourite thing, and being face-to-face felt even more intimate.

AJ must have felt the same way, because he slowed down as he met Bailey’s hooded stare and smiled almost shyly. It was an unusual expression to see on his face, and it made Bailey’s heart flip-flop, especially when he paired it with a tentative, “Hi.”

“Hey,” Bailey smiled back, the strangest desire to cry almost overwhelming him. He had no idea what that was about.

No, that was a lie. He knew. Deep down he knew. He’d crossed a line from having a crush to falling for AJ and that was dangerous. This was probably going to be a one-off occurrence — their positions on the team alone meant they shouldn’t be doing this at all. Falling in love with his coach was a terrible, terrible idea.

Bailey’s throat worked convulsively as he felt the slick, blunt head of AJ’s cock teasing at his hole, and he brought his knees up higher along AJ’s sides to accommodate their position. “You sure you—”

“Yes,” Bailey closed his eyes, afraid that if he looked up at AJ he’d give his feelings away. He arched his back. “I’m sure. Please, August.”

“Christ, Bailey,” AJ sank into him slowly, “hearing you say my name like that…”

Bailey hadn’t meant to. It tended to slip out during his fantasies, feeling so much more special than using AJ’s nickname. He knew that AJ usually hated his name, and it gave him another thrill to hear that it was okay when he said it. More than okay, really. Enjoyable, even.

“Oh, fuck, pet…you feel so good…”

AJ moved slowly, dragging his cock in and out of Bailey’s body at a lazy pace. Bailey was glad for that. He wanted the moment to last as long as it possibly could.

“God, yes, right there,” he urged as AJ pressed in a little deeper and a little harder. “Age— ah! —August… there. ”

The press of AJ’s soft, hairy abdomen against his, the drag of chest hair on his smooth skin, the rough of AJ’s beard as he nuzzled and kissed at Bailey’s neck…it was perfect.

AJ smelled faintly spicy from his faded cologne, and his hair was becoming lank and droopy with sweat as Bailey’s fingers threaded through it. He smiled to himself as he realised that there was a bit of a curl to the dark locks, just as he’d suspected.

“Fuck,” AJ panted, the expletive almost lost in his quiet exertions. If his mouth hadn’t been quite so close to Bailey’s ear, he might have missed it entirely. “Fuck, I’m getting close.”

“To the…to the left— my left…” Bailey encouraged him, then muffled a shout of pleasure when AJ hit that spot inside him by biting down on AJ’s shoulder. “Jesus fucking… nnggh. ” He clamped his mouth over AJ’s sweat-salted skin again, letting out softened grunts and cries with every pass back over his prostate. “Gonna come,” he warned, amazed that neither of them had even reached for his cock, trapped as it was between their bodies. “Ay…August…oh fuck. ”

He erupted as the white-hot ecstasy of orgasm hit him like a freight train. Sticky warmth bloomed between them, smearing all over their bellies as August’s slow thrusts became faster and harder, his breathing even heavier, his arms shaking on either side of Bailey’s face. He planted his mouth over Bailey’s and moaned into him as he stilled and came. Then, as the afterglow began to settle, turned the harsh, unforgiving kiss into a soft, sweet one.

“Be right back,” he whispered, pulling out and heading into his ensuite, returning with a damp cloth and, with a gentleness Bailey had only seen him use with his daughter, wiped Bailey clean. Following that, he carelessly cleaned his own belly and dick, then tossed the cloth back into the bathroom, uncaring of where it landed.

With his heart still thundering inside his chest, Bailey pushed himself up and swung around until his feet were planted on the floor and he was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

The silence between them was stilted and heavy with a million things they should say to each other, but that neither really wanted to.

In the end, Bailey bit the bullet. “We shouldn’t do that again,” he said, even though it broke his heart to do so. “I loved it” — Love you, he thought, but couldn’t say it— “but you’re my coach. If the club found out…if your bosses found out…” There was no way he would be the reason AJ’s debut season as a coach was ruined.

AJ was quiet for a long time. So long that Bailey wondered if he had even been listening. Then he cleared his throat and gruffly said, “I know.”

It hurt. It hurt Bailey so much, he couldn’t understand how he could be so attached to this man after such a short amount of time. But he was, and it sucked.

“Still friends, though, right?” The question tasted like ash on Bailey’s tongue. He’d be crushed if AJ said no.

Thankfully, his coach’s lips quirked and he nodded. “ ’Course.”

After another span of awkward silence, Bailey once again made the difficult choice to be the voice of reason. “I should go.”

It hurt all over again when AJ just nodded morosely and didn’t stop him.