12
Steve
The anger and disappointment on James’s face was enough to freeze Steve in his tracks. He hadn’t meant to upset him. It was more a kneejerk reaction.
As the man stepped out of his bedroom and slammed the door behind him, Steve didn’t know what to say.
“I…uh…” Steve said, blushing. He was suddenly aware of how naked he was as his once raging cock slowly deflated. He couldn’t believe he’d been caught. And although a part of him was hoping this would only mean some sort of punishment, he was pretty sure that it wouldn’t be the type he yearned for.
Really, he hadn’t meant to stay outside of the door that long. He was just curious. But when he’d heard James say ‘I love you,’ his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he’d just had to know what was going on.
James didn’t say anything at first, choosing to stare daggers at him instead. As such, a silence fell between to the two men that was so ripe with tension that it threatened to explode, possibly destroying the entire house and everyone inside. It was only James’s intense breathing through his nostrils that broke the silence, keeping its destructive force at bay.
Eyes locked on Steve, James stepped right into his face. “Is that what you do, snoop on people?” His tone reminded him of his dad’s, only adding to Steve’s dismay at what he had done.
But still, Steve wasn’t in the mood to be talked down to. Not by someone that he looked up to like this. “No, I…” said Steve, stiffening his body, not sure what excuse he could actually give.
Shaking his head, James asked, “So, I’m the only lucky one?”
Steve’s jaw clenched, but as much as he tried to put on the tough guy attitude, the truth was he didn’t like disappointing this man. There was something about the coach that made Steve want to please him in every way. He was very aware of how much younger he was, and only wanted to prove that he was every bit the man that James was.
The intensity of the moment wasn’t helped by the fact that Steve could still smell James’s musk on his skin. It wafted into his nostrils, only serving to distract while making him weak at the knees. The scent of it turned him on so much that he had to think of something else before he got hard again.
James, clearly furious, turned the other way, as if dismissing him.
Steve didn’t know what to say. Part of him was ashamed at what he had done. It was so childish, eavesdropping. But the other part of him felt like he shouldn’t have to explain himself to anyone. “It’s not like that. I was just worried about you—”
Raising his voice, James cut him off before he could finish. “My life is my life. You stay out of it.”
The words hurt Steve’s heart, cutting through him like a blade. They only confirmed that their budding relationship, if that was what they could call it, was only transactional. If Steve had thought that he was anything more, that illusion was shattered as quickly as it had come.
The guy clearly only wanted to bust a nut, and when he was done with Steve, he’d kick him out the door. Probably like the hundreds of other dudes before him. All Steve was to him was a big, hard dick.
With this thought now all but confirmed, Steve stood his ground. He wouldn’t be pushed around by some old man trying to use him. He got enough of that from his dad. “Fine, whatever. It sounded like something was wrong and I…you know what? Forget about it. Fuck you.”
In a huff, he pushed past James as he barreled down the hall. He didn’t have to stand there and take all that bullshit. Not from James. Not from anyone. He was through being treated like some sort of child.
If this whole thing was transactional, fine. The transaction was complete. He was done with him. Done with all of it.
“You want to say that again?” James said, grabbing him by the arm.
Steve yanked his arm from the coach’s grip. The coach had no right to grab him like that, and it only reminded him again of his father. He wasn’t his possession to play with and toss aside when he was done. He had feelings too.
“Fuck you,” said Steve, charging for the front door now, making sure to slam it on the way out.
He had never been so mad in his entire life. He had heard girls complain about being used before, but had never thought that he would be the victim of it. Especially not in these circumstances. If he never had to see the coach again for the rest of his life, that would be fine.