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But Casey picks up his game a little and that may be why we end up colliding when we both go for the ball. Only I mistime my step and suddenly we’re both going down. Casey grabs for me on the way to the grass, trying to shield me from the fall. But it’s no use, we land in a heap with him sprawled on top of me. I’m winded but laughing as Casey groans and shifts his weight. Problem is, his weight is right where I feel him most and my body starts to respond as he play acts on top of me.
“Penalty, ref,” he protests.
“Okay, off you get,” I chide, trying to hide the panic rising as my cock fills against his stomach.
“I think I like it here,” Casey grins down at me, completely unaware I’m about to spiral. I know he doesn’t mean anything by it but I end up shoving him off, more roughly than I intend if the wounded look he shoots me says anything.
“Ouch,” he whimpers, grabbing for the shoulder he landed on.
“Sorry,” I gasp, kneeling at his side while I try to hide my growing problem.
“I thought physios were supposed to heal, not harm,” Casey pouts, just kicking me even further while I’m down.
“Come here you big baby,” I sigh, running my hands up his top to massage his shoulder. He grins back at me, completely fine but I give him a soft massage anyway, not in any rush to move.
“You okay?” Sonny asks as he crouches beside us.
“Aside from my dislocated shoulder,” Casey replies. He’s nothing if not dramatic is my Casey.
“I meant Harrison, not you, idiot,” Sonny returns, eyes on me. “He’s the one you crash landed on.”
“Oh,” Casey says, like he suddenly realised. “Areyou okay?”
“I’m fine,” I reply. Even if I was injured, I can’t really think of anything other than the rush of pooling blood.
“Maybe we should call it a night,” Sonny suggests.
“Yeah. Don’t want to dislocate any more limbs,” Casey chuffs, face slightly embarrassed.
“You guys want to hit the clubs?” Izak asks, appearing at our side. My eyes drift straight to Casey, but he seems enthused by the idea. I’d rather just go back to the room with him if I was completely honest, but I’ll go if he wants to.
“Yes, bro,” Casey grins.
“Want to meet in the lobby at nine then?” Izak continues, checking the time on his phone.
“Sounds like a plan,” Casey replies, reaching out for my hand to haul me up to stand. And I know I’ll go because I’m pretty sure it’s clear by now I’ll follow Casey wherever he leads.
CHAPTER 18
harrison
Ijump in the shower when we return to our room after the impromptu football game. Miraculously, Casey leaves me in peace and I’m able to have a shower on my own as I stand under the jet of water and breathe.
Casey’s sitting on the bed shirtless when I step back out but he’s rubbing at his shoulder, and I wonder if I really did hurt him earlier. The thought makes me anxious.
“Hey,” he grins as he looks at me. I’m only wearing my tight black boxers despite my earlier qualms about normalising nudity around each other. I figure it is all but pointless now that we’ve basically showered together.
“Did you really hurt your shoulder?” I ask, chewing on my lip in worry.
“Nah, it’s fine,” he says, rolling it to show me. But I can’t help the worry as I kneel behind him on the bed and run my hands along his shoulder. He drops his head to the side as I kneed the muscles there, his soft moan letting me know I’m hitting the right spot.
“There?” I ask.
“Oh, everywhere,” he sighs. “You have the most magic hands, Harry.”
I haven’t spent much time working on Casey’s upper body before. The nature of his injury has focused all our attention on his legs and groin. He feels so good under my touch that I let myself linger, using the excuse of my profession to run my hands over his shoulder, dipping to his biceps and skirting the top of his pecs. I need to stop but his soft sighs and moans are doing the opposite of discouraging me.
I shift my attention to his other shoulder because balance is always important and work on him there. The room is silent save for the sexy little sounds Casey is making and the occasional swish of the sheets when I move.
