Harris’s eyebrows shot up and his lips thinned. “Never?”
Seth’s face flamed hot, and his dick deflated. Shame washed over him. Harris would probably think he was too inexperienced. He shook his head, wishing that he’d found a guy before this, someone to really mess around with so he didn’t look like a fool in front of a man he cared about. “No, I’ve just been with a girl, that’s all.”
Harris removed his finger and turned Seth, cupping his cheeks, and kissing his lips gently. When the kiss ended, Coach rested his forehead against Seth’s and breathed in deeply.
“I can’t believe it. You’re a virgin. Oh fuck,” Harris moaned, “I’m going to enjoy introducing you to the world of anal sex. Relax and let me get you there.”
Coach spun him around and the pressure was back. Part of him wanted to tell Coach to stop, but he wasn’t sure he wanted this over. If he said no, he had no doubt that Harris would never touch him again, and he might kick him off the team, too. The finger was back, the pressure more. Then Harris’s finger popped in and Seth gasped, crying out as he clenched down hard. He was panting, his ears buzzing. Harris kissed his shoulder and said the sweetest things, leaving Seth unwilling to end whatever was going on. Coach removed his finger before he moved to massaging Seth’s ass, then his lower back.
“Babe, I’ll be gentle, but you’re super tight. It’s going to hurt. I guess we could stop if you—you know, needed to.” Harris said the last words with disdain, showing the shame he would feel toward Seth if he walked away.
Seth gulped in air and tried to catch his breath. He shook his head. No freaking way would he say no to Coach, not right now. He wanted this, wanted the connection with this man who had ruled so much of his life for the last four years. It was crazy but he needed this bond. It all made sense now. Harris had acted like he hated him, but really his coach had wanted him.
The pain from Harris’s fingers in his ass flared again. Then Seth saw a foil package fall to the ground beside his feet. This was happening. Fear and worry twisted through him. He wasn’t ready, but Harris was. The pain left him when Harris removed his finger. His ass throbbed and he didn’t know if he could take a cock. The word No almost fell from his lips, then he felt Harris’s finger again, only this time it slid in easily. The pain was there, but it was manageable. The sting lessened even more and the pain notched down again. He could breathe, and there wasn’t any doubt that he wanted this…at least he thought he did. Was he really ready to have a cock in his ass? Seth glanced over his shoulder, catching Harris’s gaze. They stared at each other for a long moment before Harris shot him a crooked smile that melted Seth’s heart. Warmth bubbled up inside of him and he couldn’t say no, not to this man, not to his coach of the last four years.
The sound of Harris’s zipper being lowered made him flinch. He knew what was coming, and he wasn’t ready. Then Harris pulled him close, pressing his chest to Seth’s back. He turned Seth’s head just enough so they could kiss. It was magical, heart stopping, amazing. All of the gushy, chick flick, overly dramatic kisses in movies couldn’t match the feeling he had while wrapped in Harris’s arms, their bodies pressed together as Harris prepared to possess him. Any hesitation he had earlier fled when the kiss ended and Harris cupped his cheek.
“It’s always been you I’ve wanted. God, Seth, you’re perfect for me,” Harris whispered as his eyes searched Seth’s. The seconds ticked by as they stared at each other. Maybe he was crazy, but Seth knew this wasn’t just fucking as Harris’s hands slid down his body, over his chest to his ass, and finally around to his dick and balls.
Then Harris moved and lined up his cock, pressing against Seth’s opening, pushing him against the cold lockers. Heat warred with cold and he tried to breathe evenly but the anticipation was playing havoc with him. The cold was about to win when Harris pushed harder and popped in. Heat flashed through him, stealing his breath, his voice, his thoughts. When he could draw in enough air to keep himself standing, Seth groaned. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis as Harris slid in deeper. The fullness had Seth gasping and he pressed his nails against the metal, wondering if he would leave scratches in the lockers.
Then something happened and it was as if the rest of the world disappeared and only the two of them were left on the planet. Deep inside his body a vibration, or maybe it was just an explosion of excitement rocked through him. Nothing had ever felt this good.
Harris’s dick brushed against the spot again and Seth admitted to himself that Harris owned him, ruled him, directed him, made him feel things he’d never dreamt possible. Hands smoothed down his chest to his cock, stroking him with expertise as he pressed his palms against the lockers, trying like crazy not to fall down as Harris rode his ass.
Heavy breathing filled the space and the sound of two bodies slapping together echoed off the hard surfaces. Then Harris was grunting, his thrusts harder, his breathing jagged. Seth gulped in air as Harris tugged on his curls, pulling his head back. The position was uncomfortable, pain shooting down his legs. Doubt filled Seth, uncertainty twisting through him. Was he really ready for this? It was Coach Harris and they were deep in the middle of sex. There was no going back—not now.
Seth’s first time with a girl had been in the back of his car, it had been quick and messy and clumsy. He’d not known what he was doing and it had been evident to them both. He wondered if that girl had felt like he did now? Getting fucked by Harris was okay, but he wanted something more. Maybe he was being too emotional, but having Harris behind him with his upper body pressed against a locker, pain filling him, had opened a little hollow pit in his heart. He wanted some romance, but thoughts of the porn he’d watched reminded him that guys liked it rough. He pushed aside his doubts and concentrated on fucking his coach.
Then Harris was kissing his shoulder and his neck, his lips tugging on Seth’s earlobe, making him feel things he didn’t know if he should be feeling. The pit started to close as Harris touched and tweaked his flesh, pinching his nipples and licking his shoulder. Having Harris fuck him was like a roller coaster, he just wondered if this would lead to him falling off the rails.
Harris had his dick shoved up far inside Seth with his chest plastered against Seth’s back, and his lips on Seth’s neck as he tugged on his hair and pressed him harder against the lockers. They rocked together for a moment, then Seth cried out when Harris shoved in deeper and twisted his hair tighter. Harris’s hips stayed plastered against Seth’s ass, no longer rocking. After a short moment, Harris growled and let go of Seth’s hair. He rested his head against the lockers, taking solace from the cool metal.
“Mmm, so good,” Harris groaned.
Seth gasped, trying to speak but failing. His dick was rock hard and he wanted to come, but he couldn’t touch himself since Harris was riding him so rough and he didn’t want all of his body to be forced into the lockers.
“Fuck!” Harris screamed as he dug his fingers into Seth’s hips and Seth knew the press of Harris’s fingertips would leave a mark.
The hard pounding had stopped, the area was quiet, no more skin slapping, no more grunts from Harris, only the clock that had watched them fuck hanging over Coach’s office door. Harris was jerking against him, his clawing hold preventing Seth from moving. Then Harris blew out a loud breath, the sound explosive, as he slumped against Seth’s back. Seth looked down and realized he still hadn’t come. A bit of desperation filled him just before Harris reached around and touched his cock, his fingers lightly stroking Seth’s dick, bringing with his touch a sensation that threatened to overwhelm Seth.
Harris leaned in close, his lips at Seth’s ear. “Fuck, boy, you are so sexy. God, being inside of you was heaven. Do you even have a clue how good you are—how good you feel?”
The words and the touch twisted his insides, bringing a flutter of excitement that went straight to his balls. Seth’s orgasm was near, then Harris spoke again and Seth knew he was going to lose it.
“Next time, I’ll get us a room
at a hotel.”
There would be a next time. Harris didn’t hate him. Fuck, just the thought of his coach, the powerful and mighty Coach Channing Harris, in bed with him set Seth off. Hot jets of cum shot out of his dick, splatting against the lockers. When he could open his eyes, he watched his white cum leak down the cold gray metal. He smiled, aware that no one would know what had happened, but he would never forget it. Every time he stepped into this row, he would remember Coach Harris pressing into him, his body responding, and his heart swelling with more than just lust.
Harris pulled out, the sting taking Seth’s breath away. He gulped air as Harris cupped his ass cheek and squeezed.
“Let me take care of this condom. Don’t go anywhere.”
The mention of a condom made him freeze. Fuck, he hadn’t even cared if Harris had worn one. The man could have been fucking him bare and he wouldn’t have cared. He’d seen the foil on the ground, but he hadn’t checked if Harris had rolled one on before he’d shoved in. And fuck, there were so many stories out there about disease. So much could have gone wrong.
He stared at the wrapper on the floor beside his foot and noticed that it was lube, not a condom. Heat flashed through Seth as he realized how stupid he’d been. He’d trusted Harris, but a condom was non-negotiable, and he should have checked to make sure it was put on correctly. He knew better, but he hadn’t been able to think when Harris had come at him. He glanced over his other shoulder and saw another foil wrapper on the floor and breathed out a sigh of relief. It was a condom package.
Seth pushed away from the locker, balancing on shaky legs, wondering if that had really happened. Had he really just had sex in the locker room with Coach Harris—the man who wouldn’t give him a break, the man who screamed at him during practice, and hardly had anything nice to say even when Seth won the game? The sound of the toilet flushing filled the locker room, then Coach Harris was back, a smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Seth, hugging him close as he pressed his lips to Seth’s. The kiss was slow but intense, going from soft brushes to full-on tongue action in a lazy path that made him dizzy. Then Coach pulled away, his gaze searching Seth’s.
“I can’t believe you let me do that. I swear, you are way too special for me. God, Seth, I’ve wanted you forever.” The last of his words were said on a whisper, reverence in each syllable, eyes full of something deep, something amazing, and Seth’s heart stalled then jumped.
He lifted his hand, cupping Harris’s cheek. “I thought you hated me.”
“No, God no,” Harris swore. “I can’t get you out of my mind. You’re too beautiful with your curly, dark hair and red lips. You’re like a Greek God here on Earth. I’ve wanted you all this time. You’re it for me.”
Seth stepped away from Harris, the words twisting through him, leaving him feeling a little odd. It was too much to believe, but he wanted them, wanted the praise—the closeness—the love. “What do you mean by that?”
“I want more than just this one time.” Harris kissed him again, his mouth brushing gently, his lips parting softly, and his tongue pressing in slowly.
Romanced and loved was how Seth felt. The earlier hesitation was gone. He’d been stupid for thinking anything but good about Harris. The first time was going to be awkward no matter who it was with. Hell, the first time he’d been with a girl had been bad, and probably really shitty for her, but that didn’t mean he should never have sex again. Their kiss ended and Seth straightened, reason coming back to him, filling his brain with questions and hesitation.
Something tickled the back of his mind and it didn’t fit with what had happened between him and Channing. A sense of dread filled him as a distant memory surfaced. Channing had showed up at the end of the season party his freshman year with a woman—his wife.
“Wait, aren’t you married?” Seth asked.
“She’s gone. I-I don’t want to talk about her. She’s not wanted me for years, and I’ve not wanted her either. There’s been someone else I’ve wanted.” Harris hit him with a pointed stare, then shrugged and handed Seth his towel.
“But—”
Harris held up his hand and gave his head a short shake, indicating that the subject should be dropped. “Listen, I know we have to keep this quiet for now, but I can’t lose you. It won’t take long for everything to work out, just give us some time. I was going to wait until after the season to approach you, but I wasn’t expecting to run into you tonight.” Harris toyed with Seth’s hair, stepping closer and he dipped his head, running his nose over Seth’s neck.
Emotions and need filled Seth. He bit his lower lip, wondering if he was making a bad decision. “Channing, I—God, that’s the first time I’ve ever said your first name out loud.”
“It sounds good on your lips.” Harris kissed him again, his hands smoothing over Seth’s still naked body. Coach had pulled up his pants and zipped them at some point, and he hadn’t removed his shirt, so he was fully dressed and Seth was still naked. He felt a little odd being undressed with Harris fully clothed, almost like Coach had even more control over him than usual. A shiver snaked through him as he looked between their bodies. He needed contact, now.
Seth tugged up Channing’s shirt, touching soft fuzz that covered his torso. He groaned as his fingers glided over the strong muscles of Coach’s pectorals. “Channing,” Seth said again, this time with more confidence.
“Only when we’re together like this, though. We need to keep the others from finding out. They can’t know.”
Seth nodded, understanding the need to keep it secret. “Yeah, I agree.”
“Get dressed and then I want to talk to you about us.”
Seth leaned back, their gazes connecting. “Us, I like the sound of that.”
Channing pulled him into a deep kiss, making him forget his senses. All that mattered was the hard body pressed against him. Then Channing ended the kiss and swiped his thumb over Seth’s lips.
“More kisses after you’re dressed,” Channing said.
Seth nodded and stepped away from his coach, his thoughts twisting from amazement to fear. What if someone found out? Could Coach be fired? What would happen to him? He was set to be drafted this spring and he was fucking his coach—his male coach. A sick feeling filled him and he turned to stare at Harris as he pulled on his underwear. He lifted his leg, pain reminding him of exactly what he’d just done. He smiled at the memory of them together. Channing returned the smile and Seth’s heart melted.
He straightened and caught a flash of Channing’s office window and couldn’t help but wonder how many times Coach Harris had watched from his office as he pulled on his clothes after practice. His locker was right here and Coach’s office was right there. He pushed away the unsettling thoughts and turned to his locker, grabbing his shirt. Harris wasn’t like that; he was a good man. He could have had Seth four years ago, but Coach had waited until Seth was over twenty-one and near graduation.
He had a good chance of actually making it on an NFL team with a good position in their lineup, but what would they do if they found out he was having sex with his coach? Seth shivered as fear flowed. He felt sick inside. Doing this with Harris was wrong. Add to it the fact that he was gay and he was in a losing position. Sure, there were some gay guys who’d tried the NFL or NBA, but it was hard on them.
With a shaky hand, he pulled on his shirt, then grabbed his socks. He caught Channing watching him, his gaze hot with lust. Heat washed over Seth and his heart squeezed. Would it be worth it to chance being with Channing? The man was hot as hell and everything felt so dang good when they touched, but wouldn’t it be wrong?
Seth turned to face Channing, questions swirling through his mind. “What would happen if anyone found out I was sleeping with you? You know, like in terms of the draft and such?”
Channing shook his head and wiped his hand over his face. “I won’t lie. It wouldn’t be good. No one would touch you.”
Seth flinched, his muscles squeezing and his head pounding. “
Fuck.” He sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands. The situation was impossible. Before, he’d kept his sexuality hidden because he didn’t have anyone special, now he had someone and it was more dangerous than ever. He was fucking his coach, his very male coach. Nothing about what he was doing looked good. People would be angry, or worse, they would hate him.
“Seth, look at me,” Channing commanded.
He glanced up, worry filling him. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
Channing sat down next to him and wrapped one arm over his shoulder. “Babe, it will be okay.”
Seth shook his head, desperation welling inside. “I can’t. I just…you got divorced, when?”
“When doesn’t matter.” Channing looked so depressed.
“I could never cheat.” He racked his brain, trying to remember if he’d heard anything about coach and his wife splitting. Surely he would have heard something, but maybe not. Maybe they’d been quiet about it.
Channing turned his head, forcing Seth to look at him. Coach smiled and nodded. “Lover, I’m free to date. Trust me, I would never lie about that. We only have two more regular season games, then the bowls. We’ll be fine. Once football season is over, it will be easier. How many classes are you taking next semester?”
Seth swallowed, trying to digest the words Channing had spoken. “Only three. They’re easy, and I won’t have to study too much.”
“Okay, we’ll come up with a plan. Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.” Channing released his hold on Seth then stood.
Seth rose from the bench, his ass twinging with pain. He put his hand on Channing’s shoulder squeezing as he wondered how it would all work out. “I trust you…I just have to have a spot on a team. I need the….”
Channing cupped his face, smoothing his thumbs over Seth’s cheeks. “Babe, I swear it will all work out.”
Seth nodded, but this still felt wrong. He sighed as confusion wound through him. He swore Coach was still married, but he’d not really paid attention. How would he know? Coach Harris would know better than he because he was the one who’d gone through the divorce.
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