Obsession and submission

THEO.

He is obsessed with me. Hunter’s a freak. A psycho I keep running into, trying to hide from. Suddenly I’m creeping around, walking on my toes, in my goddamn house. My house.

I can’t shake the feeling something’s off about him. He’s wired. The way his eyes linger too long on mine. The way I catch him staring. I knew I needed him gone—kicked out—fast. He’d been getting on my nerves all week at school, smiling around my friends, showing off at the football field, smirking, grinning, acting like he was all that.

I grabbed the keys off my desk, heading down the stairs, plotting ways to have him out by the end of the week. If I had to endure another week with him in this house, I’d lose my goddamn mind.

My bones froze. My insides locked. My ears perked at the faint sound coming from…the sitting room.

Hesitant, I crept down, one stair at a time. The moans grew louder. The scrape of the chair against the tile. The slap of skin on skin. I froze on the last step, eyes widening at the sight before me.

Hunter. Balls deep in someone’s ass. A man’s ass. A fine, sexy-as-fuck man’s ass.

“Fuck—fuck, stop!” the man screamed when he saw me. Hunter only tilted his head my way, grinned, and slammed harder into him. He pulled out his cock—hard as hell, goddamn huge—and shoved it back in, pounding the man senseless while his eyes locked on mine.

“He’s standing right there, Hunter, stop!” the man moaned, words slurring, drunk on ecstasy.

“He’s not standing, Atlas love, he’s watching.”

As though snapped out of a trance, I tore my eyes away, stormed toward the door, and bolted outside, slamming it behind me.

I went straight for my car, not daring to stop or look back. Ignited the engine, sped away until I was blocks off. Then I slammed the brakes, fury boiling over—anger, jealousy, irritation… and a dangerous drop of desire clawing through me.

Watching? That bastard dared to fuck someone in an open room and claim I was watching. How long had he been gay? Who was that man? Did he just call him “love”? Atlas… love?

My cock stirred at the memory—Atlas’ ass stretched around Hunter’s cock, the way he moaned. And that cock… big, heavy, goddamn huge. Hot. Hard. Fuck.

I slapped my palms against my head, cursing at myself. I couldn’t unsee it. And there was no way I’d let myself live, sleep, or coexist with a ticking time bomb. Hunter had to go.

My phone lit up—Coach. I picked it up instantly, gripping the steering wheel.

“Where are you, Theo? They’ve been waiting an hour for you to run the play,” Coach barked.

An hour? Since when were they that punctual?

“I’m almost there,” I muttered before ending the call.

I needed to meet with my sponsors today. They liked the last match, watched me play, and chose today. Hunter could wait, but these guys… these guys were of utmost importance to me.

By the time I pulled up to the spot Coach had given me, my hands were still trembling on the wheel. I forced myself out of the car, breathing in hard, trying to shove the images of Hunter and Atlas out of my head. Focus. Sponsors. Future. Not him.

Coach was there, standing proud like always, but next to him… two men. Not the suit-and-tie corporate daddies I expected, but younger. Maybe late thirties. Sharp haircuts. Expensive watches. And yeah—when they thought I wasn’t looking—they were kissing.

My stomach flipped. Not because of disgust. Because I realized what this meant.

“Theo,” Coach barked, “these are your potential sponsors. Marco and Julien.”

The taller one Marco, I guessed—smiled as he shook my hand. Warm, firm grip. His partner, Julien, leaned back casually, eyes roaming me in assessment.

“We’ve seen your stats, your plays, We’re impressed. But you should know something up front.” Marco said smoothly as eased washed over me 

 “We only sponsor athletes who are out. Gay athletes. Queer representation in sports is severely lacking, and that’s our mission. Straight athletes have the world at their feet. We’re here to balance the scales.” julian added hastily and my heart dropped to my stomach.  They wanted me to be Gay? Out?.

“I—” The lie shot out before I even thought about it. “I am.”

Both of them paused, skeptical about my response, was there a way they could tell I was lying?.

“You are?” Julien arched a brow. “Funny. Nobody seemed to know that. Not even your coach.”

“I keep it private,” I said quickly, words stumbling over each other. “But I’m out. I’m gay. And I want this. I need this sponsorship.”

Marco’s smile was polite, but doubting. “Then you won’t mind if we ask your boyfriend’s name.”

Fuck.

“Hunter,” I blurted. “Hunter Devereux.” I blurted out senselessly only to hate myself immediately

Without giving myself time to regret it, I pulled out my phone and dialed. He picked up on the second ring.

“What?” His voice. Low. Rough. Smug even through the phone.

“Baby,” I said, forcing the word out, praying it sounded real. “I need you. Come here. Right now. It’s important.”

There was silence on the line. My chest squeezed.

Then Hunter chuckled. “Baby? Oh, this I’ve gotta see.” The line went dead.

I shoved the phone back in my pocket, forcing a grin for Marco and Julien though sweat was prickling down my back. Please, please, please show up. If he didn’t, I was fucked.

And then, almost on cue, the door swung open.

Hunter walked in like he owned the place. Swagger in every step. Hair messy like he’d just rolled out of bed—or someone’s bed. His shirt clung to his chest, jeans hanging low, and goddamn even the sponsors’ eyes flickered to him. Admiring. Appraising.

Jealousy snapped through me like a whip.

I didn’t give Hunter a chance to say a word. I rushed up to him, grabbed his wrist, pulled him close. “Baby. You came,” I said loud enough for everyone to hear. My voice cracked on it, desperate.

He tilted his head, lips curling in a slow, infuriating smile. “Boyfriend? Oh… this is surprising.”

I swallowed, staring at him, heat flooding my face. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” I whispered lowly so only he could hear, “but they need to see you.”

Hunter’s smirk widened, and I knew—he knew. He had me cornered.

I turned to Marco and Julien. My voice shook, but I forced it steady.

 “This is Hunter. My boyfriend.”

Hunter let the silence drag, his gaze locked on mine like he was peeling me open layer by layer. My pulse hammered in my throat. Every second he didn’t speak was torture.

So I did the only thing I could. I grabbed his jaw and kissed him.

Not a peck. Not a fake act. A hard, hungry, reckless kiss that stole my breath before I even thought about it. His mouth was hot,and when his lips curved into that smug grin against mine—he kissed me back. Deeper and slower, His Tongue brushing mine like he had all the time in the world and he wanted to ruin me with every second of it.

The sponsors exchanged a look, their smiles were wide like they were satisfied. My stomach twisted.

And Hunter? He pressed in closer, one hand sliding brazenly to my hip, gripping like he owned me.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Because the bastard wasn’t just kissing me back He was making a show of it.