Page 18 of Coach's Son
My beautiful little sun, trapped in my orbit.
Burning himself silly just to be around me.
He licks his pink lips in a fragile manner, swirling his tongue seductively at me. As if he’s secretly cheating on Charlie with the movement of his tongue. Asking for more without saying a word.
Don't worry, little sunshine… I'll give you everything you need to be satisfied and more. By the time I'm done roughing you up, your flame will be extinguished, replaced by my venom that you'll carry with you like your life bloody depends on it.Coursing through your veins, replacing the nectar of my foolish brother.
The visitor badge hangs off my shirt. It got me through the door easy enough—a favour from a mate who didn’t bother with questions. Just handed it over, no clue what I planned to do with it. If Charlie knew I was here, hands on his boy, coaxing him into stretches he didn’t ask for, he’d bloody combust into a million bitchy screams. The image alone makes my grin stretch wide from edge to edge. Worth the cost of cashing in the favour a thousand times over.
Nothing sweeter than slipping past the gates, a Trojan horse in broad daylight, breathing the same air while he’s blind to the rot crawling inside his perfect little kingdom.
Focus, Drew.
You’ve got your hands on Austin—Charlie’s precious little darling—right here, right now. You can sink your teeth in. Show him how much youcan please him. Make him so disgusted with Charlie that he never looks back. Let him know what a coward Charlie really is… how he never stood up for you. Feed him the ugly truth.
The lad doesn’t realize what he’s giving up, how much he’s letting me in. Every touch of my thumbs into his firm muscles, every subtle shift of my grip, is a seed planted. One he won’t feel until later, when he’s lying awake, wondering why his body remembers me.
It’s not about the stretch; it’s about starting the war. This is the first skirmish that’ll start to tear him apart. Turn relief into dependence. Making my touch the cure he doesn’t know he’s addicted to yet. Charlie thinks he is off limits, tucked away in a magical keep. Like a princess who can't be soiled.
But no prisoner stays caged once you’ve trained him to open the door himself.
Make him want you more than the golden boy ever could. That’s the game. Get him addicted to my caress. My touch becoming the hit he can’t get enough of.
Then take it away. Leave him restless and agonizing for more. Let him toss and writhe all night long. Realizing what he’s missing, what he really needs. Not Charlie’s golden comfort.
He won't be able to stand the withdrawals.
Me.
Drew bloody Evans. I’m the venom and the antidote. I'll have him on my terms.
It'll break him down until the withdrawal drives him bloody mad. He'll be screaming into the night. Then he’ll come back for the only drug strong enough to soothe his burn.
“Lean into it,” I murmur, adjusting his stance with my strong hands. My palms stay on his hips, firm enough to guide the stretch, but still gentle. “That’s it. Good lad. Hold for a count of ten.”
Austin groans low and huskily, but there’s a neediness threaded through that he can’t disguise. The sound feeds my hunger. His quads tense under my grip, muscles flexing as hard as steel, and yet his body commits treason against him. The bulge returns with a vengeance against the fabric of his shorts, swelling despite every ounce of discipline he tries to cling to.
I catch the fear flicker in his eyes as he watches my gaze. My eyes are fixed on the outline of his prick, blood-throbbed and straining against his shorts. He knows he’s exposed and vulnerable. Realizes I’ve seen what he can’t hide. That terror in his pupils mixing with arousal—it’s fucking intoxicating.
“It’s alright mate, I won’t tell—”
Austin cuts me off, his voice stumbling over itself. “It’s just… some late morning wood. I’m not— I’m not fucking attracted to you,” he stammers, shifting awkwardly on the floormat, desperate to rearrange himself out of my sight.
I let the corner of my mouth curl, my pulse remaining steady. “Whatever you need to tell yourself,” I murmur, my grin widening as his ears flush red. “Your secret’s safe with me sunshine.”
His cheeks flush red, torn open by the tug-of-war between fear and want. He hasn’t admitted the truth to himself yet. His body’s already screaming the truth. And really—who could blame him? I’m the sexier twin. The one who knows exactly how to use his hands, and every other part of his body, in ways my golden half never could.Charlie gives comfort. I give fire. And sooner or later, Austin’s going to learn which one he really craves.
“It’s okay, mate. Let’s keep stretching you out.” My tone stays light, like I’m taking the piss, but I savour the way his mouth wobbles at the edges. He’s rattled, caught between fighting me off and leaning in closer. I love taunting him. Watching his lips quiver, the protest dying on his tongue before he can form it. Every second he hesitates, every beat he doesn’t shove me away, is another point on the board for me.
I ease him down softly on the mat, my palms working over the knots in his shoulders. He lets out a sharp little gasp, cock still hard in his shorts. It’d be bloody perfect if Charlie could see this. Witness how flushed and rigid his precious love boy is for me.
“I bet you’re thinking about how my lips feel,” I murmur, bending closer, my breath brushing his ear. “Once you’ve tasted mine, you’ll never feel the same satisfaction from Charlie again.”
“I—I love Charlie.” He fires back, voice surprisingly sharp, as if saying it out loud might make it believable.
Not fooling me, princess…
A cruel grin overtakes my face. “Oh yeah? Love him so much that you are rock-hard for me? ”
