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“What do your parents think of your success? Sounds like an easy question to answer, but it wasn’t. My folks are difficult, to say the least. Not because they’re horrible people, but because I don’t know them very well. I almost blurted out the truth. The problem is, if I’d done that, it would bring attention to the fact that we barely speak, that we want nothing to do with each other.”
“I’ve wondered about your folks, but didn’t want to ask. I figured you’d bring them up when you wanted to.” Chip murmured. He turned and stared deeply into Tyler’s dark eyes.
“My parents do a whole lot of nothing. Like, there’s nothing bad about them, except they like going to parties a lot. They live outside D.C. They shipped us kids off to boarding schools as soon as we were old enough. I haven’t even seen them in three years. They’ve never been to a single tournament, even the big ones like the U.S. Open. That day I lied, and said they were really happy for me. I had no idea how they felt about it. I think indifference was the truth. I’m sure they’re glad to have me to brag about at a fundraiser or a fox hunt. But truly care? No, but if they did, they never told me.”
“I’m sorry. I sometimes feel sorry for myself, because I lost my parents. Being orphaned isn’t easy, but in a way what you deal with is worse. You are like an orphan with parents, if that’s a thing.” Chip said.
Tyler stood up and walked a few feet from the bench. He turned and smiled, loving Chip’s innocence, and his way of seeing the truth. His heart grew bigger with each word that came from his mouth.
“I refuse to lie about you. I don’t even think I can, but there’s so much on the line. If it was simply a matter of money, I wouldn’t care. It’s about the sport itself. I’m afraid to tell the truth, because I want to win. It’s harder to win if everyone is focusing on your personal life. I don’t know how the other guys will act in the locker room if they find out. I know press conferences will also become a bigger demon than they already are. Plus, I worry about you.” Tyler looked around to be sure no one was watching, plucked a bright yellow bloom from a mimosa tree, and handed it to Chip.
“Why are you worried about me? I’m a big boy. I can take it.” He said, smiling at the flower.
“You say that now, but you do understand you’d suddenly be on the cover of not just the sports magazines, but the supermarket tabloids as well. You’d be on the evening news. Being hounded by reporters sounds glamorous until it actually happens. You will lose every bit of privacy you now take for granted. Being with me comes with a price. Maybe I should have been more upfront with you about it before you agreed.”
Chip stood and took Tyler in his arms. Tyler looked again to see if anyone was around, then returned the hug. He noticed Chip scoping out their surroundings too. His heart sank when he realized his fear was rubbing off on him.
“No one will keep us apart.” Chip said.
Tyler wanted to believe him, he truly did.
“Does this place belong to a movie star?” Chip asked, mouth agape when they first pulled up to the house.
“As a matter of fact, it does. You can thank your Aunt Dixie the next time you speak to her. She’s the one who handled the rental. Oh, and I think it’s a French movie star, not a Hollywood one. It belongs to a fellow named Enzo. Cool name, don’t you think?”
The country house itself was like something out of a fairy tale. The white, faded bricks shone in the sun, and you could see it from a mile away on the main road. On the outside it was shabby chic, but the inside was completely renovated. Instead of stuffy antiques, it was filled with comfortable old furniture, elegant despite being a bit tattered. The gardens were in the same state, maintained but not overly so. Its heated swimming pool was surrounded by old, crumbling statues covered in ivy. The only odd feature was the tennis court. It was a hard court instead of the usual clay, which was common in this part of Europe. Tyler took one look at it and shook his head.
“Dixie didn’t check to see if the court was clay or not. Oh well, I don’t really feel like practicing anyway. Too much like work, and that’s the last thing on my mind.”
Tyler was true to his word, and he didn’t set foot on the courts until Chip grabbed a racket and insisted on a lesson. He wanted to be able to play him, to feel more connected, he said.
“Don’t think of it as work. Think of it as fun. You’re not playing to win with me, since you’d let me win anyway right?” He winked and laughed. Tyler shook his head and grabbed a racket out of his bag.
“I don’t play for fun, so this should be interesting.” He stripped his t-shirt off, enjoying the sun warming his skin. Chip, who couldn’t take his eyes off Tyler’s muscular core, fell over the tiny box hedges that surrounded the court. Tyler burst into hysterical laughter, and helped him up.
“As much as I want to play, I am going to do a couple of drills too. After that we can have a fun little match, okay?” Tyler placed his hand on Chip’s chest, grabbed the flimsy white material and pulled him close. He kissed him hard, threatening to derail the practice time completely, until Chip pushed him back.
“Stop slacking, Tyler. Let’s get busy.”
After showing Chip a few drills he did on a regular basis, they played a set for fun. Chip took the lead early on. Tyler played a loose, easy game and for a minute or two forgot he was a top-twenty player who earned millions from his racket.
Soon, the overhead sun heated up the court, and Tyler’s lust. Chip’s muscular frame was drenched with sweat, and his white t-shirt clung to him like a transparent second skin. Tyler felt his cock lengthen as his eyes feasted on Chip’s body. He lifted his gaze to that chiseled face, and his heart quickened.
Tennis could wait.
He dropped his racket to the court and leapt over the net, closing the distance between them. Tyler grasped Chip at his waist and pulled him in. He smoothed the palm of his hand lightly over Chip’s stubble. He was disappointed to see his blue eyes shut in response. Tyler could spend eternity staring into them. He felt Chip’s cock pressing against his own, grinding into him.
“Kiss me like you did our first time.” Tyler whispered, then placed his lips on Chip’s chin, letting his tongue taste the younger man’s skin. Chip laughed softly.
“Was the first time better than the last time, because every time I’ve kissed you felt like the best time.” Chip whispered, then opened his eyes. Tyler stared into them, amazed at the intensity of his feelings.
“Our first kiss is the one I remember most, because that’s when my dreams came true.” Tyler laid his chin on Chip’s shoulder, pulling him closer. The feel of his heart beating next to his own made his cock twitch. He felt Chip’s hands slide into the back of his shorts, cupping his cheeks in his calloused fingers.
“I want more than a kiss. I want to give you everything, all of me. All you have to do is take me, I’m yours.” Chip’s body trembled as Tyler uttered these simple, heartfelt words. Tyler stepped back an inch and gripped the sides of Chip’s face.
“Are you sure?” Chip asked. His cock was so hard, and ready. He pulled Tyler to his chest, and placed his hands on his hard, round ass.
“Yes.”
