All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DANTE P.O.VThe first night was torture.I lay in my bed, knowing Tyler was just down the hall, probably also awake, also aching to come to me. But we couldn't risk it. Not with our parents home, not with thin walls and the possibility of being discovered.Around two AM, my phone buzzed.Can't sleep. Miss you.I stared at Tyler's text, my chest tight. He was fifteen feet away but might as well have been on another continent.Miss you too. One week. We can make it one week.Can we? This already feels impossible.He was right. It did feel impossible. Four weeks of constant contact, of sleeping tangled together every night, of touching whenever we wanted. And now nothing. Just polite distance and pretending.We have to. Just until next Saturday. Then we tell them and we don't have to hide anymore.What if they say no? What if they forbid us from seeing each other?Then we move out. I'll get an apartment. You'll come with me. We'll figure it out.A long pause. Then:Promise?Promise. I'm

"Missed you too, baby." I backed him across the room until his spine hit the refrigerator with a thud. My hand wrapped around his throat, not squeezing, just holding, claiming. "Three fucking days. Felt like three years."I ground my cloth-covered cock against his, the friction making us both groan. Not enough. Nowhere near enough."Upstairs," I panted, releasing his throat to shove my hand down the front of his jeans, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. He was already leaking, the head slick with precome. "We can't do this down here. Not enough time."We stumbled toward the stairs, shedding clothes as we went. My shirt landed on the third step. His jeans on the seventh. By the time we reached the landing, we were both in just our underwear, our cocks straining against the fabric.I shoved Tyler through my bedroom door and kicked it closed behind us. He fell back onto my bed and I was on him immediately, yanking his boxers down his legs and tossing them aside."Three hours," Tyl

TYLER P.O.VThursday and Friday crawled by with agonizing slowness. Each moment in the same house as Dante without being able to touch him felt like torture.Thursday morning, I came downstairs to find him making breakfast. Our parents were still asleep. We had maybe ten minutes alone."Morning," he said quietly, his eyes traveling over me with hunger he couldn't hide."Morning," I replied, moving to the coffee pot, deliberately brushing past him close enough that our bodies touched.He inhaled sharply. "Tyler.""What?" I asked innocently, even as my hand grazed his lower back. "Just getting coffee.""You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice low."Maybe I like the burn," I said, taking my mug and sitting at the table, making sure he had a clear view down the front of my loose sleep shirt.His jaw clenched. "Two more days.""Seems like forever."The moment was shattered by footsteps on the stairs. We immediately shifted into our careful distance, Dante focusing intently on the e

"It's not a joke," I said firmly. "We're completely serious. We've been in a relationship for the past month and we're not planning to end it.""You're stepbrothers!" Elena's voice cracked, rising in pitch. "You're supposed to be family! This is... this is wrong. This is completely inappropriate!""We're not actually related by blood," Tyler pointed out, his voice shaking but determined. "We're two adults who happen to have parents who got married. That's all.""That's all?" Dad stood abruptly, his face reddening. "That's all? You live under the same roof. You're supposed to be brothers. This is completely unacceptable!""David, please sit down," Elena said, but her own hands were shaking as she reached for him.He didn't sit. Instead, he turned to me, his eyes blazing. "What the hell were you thinking? He's twenty-one years old! You're twenty-six! You took advantage of him!""I didn't take advantage of anyone," I said, standing as well to face him. "Tyler makes his own decisions. Thi

"I'm Dr. Elijah Reeves," he said, walking into the gym with confident strides that drew my attention to the way his body moved. Fluid, controlled, athletic. "But you can call me Eli. I specialize in sports-related injuries, specifically career-ending ones. I've reviewed your file extensively. The damage to your leg was severe, but not irreparable."His voice did something to me. Made me want to hear him say my name. Made me wonder what he'd sound like saying it in different circumstances. In the dark. In bed. Breathless.I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts. I'd never looked at a man like this before. Never felt this immediate, visceral pull toward another guy. It had to be the pain meds. Or the depression. Or just general fucked-up-ness from months of isolation."You're saying I could play again?" I asked, forcing myself to focus on his words instead of the way his shirt pulled across his chest when he set down his tablet."No," Eli said bluntly, movin