After The Snap (2 page)

Seth knew this was part of liking guys. If he wanted to go down this path and admit he really was gay, that it wasn’t just a phase or something he could grow out of, he needed to be prepared to have anal sex, and who better to show him than Harris?

Harris’s expression changed, the skin around his eyes softened, the fine lines smoothed out. The pressure in Seth’s ass eased and he relaxed a little. Harris kissed his shoulder, then his neck. Seth was unprepared for the intense pain and the deep emotions. How could he deal with the physical invasion and with his feelings for Harris, his coach?

He opened his mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come because Harris used that moment to press his finger in deeper. Pain the size of Florida blazed through him, just as hot and stomach churning as two-a-day practices in the middle of summer. Seth screamed like a little girl. Harris stilled, confusion swimming in his eyes before he pulled away. Heat swamped Seth and he knew he needed to say something, even if this ended their little tryst.

He glanced over his shoulder, his throat thick with emotions. “I-I’ve never…,” he panted out when he could find his voice.

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.