18
Coach James
Now, James had had a lot of sex in his time. He wasn’t a slut or anything, but he’d been around the block a few times. And of all those times, there were a handful that he could point to as being beyond incredible. But now, well, now those few times barely even registered in his memory. The fucking session he’d just had with Steve was on a whole other level. His heart still pounded as he caught his breath, collapsing next to Steve in the pile of now sweaty, cum-covered towels.
The students would be coming in at any moment, but James almost didn’t care. He wished he could stay in the locker room with Steve all day and all night. He just wanted to wrap him in his arms, holding him until he was ready for round two.
He squeezed Steve’s hand and raised it to his lips. “Goddamn, boy. You’re a natural.”
“Am I?” asked Steve with that smile that James loved to see.
The scent of their mixed cum in the air had turned him on again, in ways he didn’t even know it could. It usually took him a lot longer to get back in the mood, but it seemed that Steve had a power over him that he wasn’t releasing any time soon. But as much as he would have loved to have gone again, there just wasn’t time for another session.
He kissed him again softly on the lips. “Fuck yeah,” he confirmed.
“So, you gonna let me keep my job?” Steve asked with a laugh.
James turned on his side to face him, holding his gaze as he picked up one of the towels and tenderly cleaned Steve up. “Fuck, yeah. You can keep your job as long as you want. But…”
An expression of fear swept over Steve. “But what?”
James gave him a devilish smile. “Your tasks are going to expand…” He hadn’t meant to scare the guy, but a little joke didn’t hurt. And besides, he liked how nervous Steve became. It only confirmed that James was indeed the dominant.
“Ooh, I like expanding tasks,” Steve said, chuckling, catching on to what he meant. That smile, that look in Steve’s eye…he could get lost in those eyes.
He hadn’t felt this sense of comfort with anyone in as long as he could remember. With most men, he’d keep it plain and simple. Sex and little conversation. And they usually liked it that way, too. He never felt the needed to expand and open up to them. With Steve, though, the coach wanted more. As much as he tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, they kept creeping back.
James shook his head. “Shit, everything you say turns me on.” He looked him in the eye with a glint. “You’re very special, Steve.”
“I am?” asked Steve, blushing.
He hadn’t ever said that to anyone before, but it came from his heart. And once all the sex and passion was said and done, that was what really mattered. He just hoped that Steve returned the sentiment. He still wasn’t sure what the kid’s endgame was.
James lifted Steve’s hand up into a kiss. “Yeah, I mean, in my line of work, I meet a lot of dudes, but…you and me, we just fit.”
He wanted this moment to last forever.
Steve took a single finger and traced it through James’s sweaty hair. “Thanks, I think so too.”
James sighed. Now came the bad news, the news he had been dreading. He just hoped that Steve didn’t take it the wrong way. It was going to be hard for him, too. “That’s why I think it might be best if you quit the team.”
He’d been thinking of it awhile, and it was too risky for them to be seen together. He wanted to keep seeing Steve, but not if it meant both of them being at risk.
“Wait, what?” said Steve, sitting up, an expression of disbelief shadowing his features. He wasn’t going to take this news well.
James sat up too. He had to be comforting, getting the young man to calm down and think rationally. “Look, our connection is obvious. It’s only a matter of time before someone picks up on us and—”
Steve looked at him intensely. “I can’t just…I need this.” There was a desperation in Steve’s eyes, and James regretted even suggesting it. Maybe it was too soon. He should have waited for a better moment. Maybe when he was certain how Steve felt.
He could get Steve into another college with the contacts he had. He didn’t want either of their lives to be damaged by their budding relationship. This was the only way. Maybe he should have opened with that?
Sighing, James answered, “We’ll find something else for you to do. Besides, you need to pick up your grades anyway, and—”
The bang on the locker room door startled them. His heart pounded and he took a deep breath. As much as he wanted to keep Steve here and explain everything too him, they didn’t have time. This would have to wait for another day. He just hoped that Steve didn’t jump ship before then.
He lowered his voice so no one else would hear. He needed to unlock the door before anyone from the team became suspicious. “Go out first, then I’ll go out,” the coach said, nodding toward the back exit.
“Sure,” Steve said, disappointment written all over his face.