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Steve
The wind picked up, dancing with the older man’s hair as he stuck the rifle in the back of his truck. “What’s up?” James asked casually.
That voice. That scent. Steve hadn’t realized how much he’d missed the man until he saw him in front of him.
The way he’d risked his life and put it in front of Steve’s warmed his heart and reminded him how good of a person he really was. There was no doubt in Steve’s mind he loved this man more than anything, more than anyone. He’d just needed to be reminded.
But would he take him back? How could the younger man put into words how he felt, how much James meant to him? Should he say sorry? Should he ask for an explanation? He had no idea what to do. All he could do was hope that love guided him.
“So, um…yeah, thanks,” said Steve, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The cold wind swirled through Dennis’s yard and swept around the two men.
James cleared his throat and said, “I told you, I got you. Nobody touches my man or…” He stared at the ground, and for the first time, the older man looked vulnerable.
As strong and macho as James was, Steve loved seeing him like this. He knew what James had almost said. It was real and from the heart. Even though he didn’t finish it…the fact that he was about to was a huge deal for someone like James. In that moment, Steve knew the love was not lost between them.
Steve smiled. “So, where you going?” he asked, stepping closer.
James looked him in the eye, offering a smile. “Gonna stay outside for a while, make sure he doesn’t come back.”
Steve’s cock swelled as he stepped closer, that scent, that musk doing things to him that he had forgotten they could do. “You don’t have to do that,” he said.
“Hell if I don’t,” said James, his confidence returned. “I’d…if anything ever happened to you…Steve, you mean the world to me. And I know I fucked up. I hid some shit from you that I should have told you before, but you have to understand what we have, you and me, it doesn’t come around every day.”
Without warning, the older man wrapped his arms around Steve, enveloping him with warmth and with love. Steve didn’t move to stop him, totally caught off guard by the public affection he was showing, but not minding one little bit.
“I know,” Steve said, laying his head on the man’s chest.
How he’d missed his touch. How he’d missed the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his rumbling tone of voice. The way he felt safe whenever he was around. It was all too much.
“And you’re young, I get it. You have a lot of options. You’re good-looking, you’re sexy, you’re one of the best point guards I have ever seen, and you’ve got a heart of gold,” said James.
“James—” Steve said.
“Let me finish. Now, I’ve made some mistakes in my life, but I have not, nor would I ever, rape someone. What happened back then, it was a misunderstanding, and I brought you something to take a look at. Might clear some shit up,” said James.
He handed a newspaper clipping to Steve. At first, Steve wasn’t sure if he wanted to read it. If James said it was a misunderstanding, that was good enough for him. But still, as James held the paper out defiantly, Steve had no choice but to take it. It was time to finally learn the true story. Steve opened it up and his eyes widened when he read the article. “Statutory Rape Conviction Overturned. Delano not guilty.”
James took a deep breath. “After they overturned the case, I changed my name. Wanted to have a fresh new start, go somewhere where I could start over and wouldn’t be judged.”
“James—”
“Now, let me finish,” James said, but it was Steve’s turn to talk.
“No, you let me finish,” said Steve, his eyes meeting the silver fox’s. “I believe you, and I don’t care about your past. I…love you.”
The past didn’t matter. Not the mistakes they’d made or the regrets they had. What did matter was now—right fucking now.
And then, as if he had been wanting to do it since they’d started talking, James kissed Steve’s lips and smiled at him. “Fuck, I…love you too, Steve. You’re the best thing to happen to me.”
Steve smiled back, never wanting this moment to end. “You’re the best thing to happen to me too.”
They kissed, slowly, deeply, passionately. Every taste, every touch of their lips was more passionate and comforting than the next. They hadn’t kissed in weeks, but this one more than made up for time lost.
Finally, when it seemed like they could go no longer, James broke away and said, “We can take it slow if you want. You don’t have to move in with me right away. I just want to take care of you. With that new school, that new fraternity, the world is your oyster.”
Steve laughed. The coach’s thick cock pressed against his. “Oysters…aren’t they an aphrodisiac?”
“Damn right they are,” said James, and they kissed again, cloaked in the shadows and surrounded by love.
“I love you, Silver Daddy,” Steve said. And he meant every word of it.
THE END