All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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ELI P.O.VI woke up at six AM with Mason still asleep in my bed, his face peaceful, one arm thrown over his head.He was beautiful in the morning light. Vulnerable. Mine.I slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake him, and made my way to the kitchen to start coffee.My phone sat on the counter where I'd left it last night. I picked it up and saw several missed texts from my friend Jordan.How was the date?Did you sleep with him?You better not be reading these in front of him. Put the phone down and focus on the hot quarterback.I smiled and typed back: Date was perfect. He's still asleep. And yes, we did. It was incredible.I'm happy for you. But Eli, be careful. This is moving fast. Make sure you're both on the same page about what this is.I know. We talked. We're taking it slow.You had sex with him on the second date. That's not slow.Okay fine. We're taking it emotionally slow. Physically we're moving at warp speed.Just don't get hurt, okay? Former NFL player with no e

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At three PM, I sat in Dr. Chen's office, my palms sweating.She was a severe woman in her fifties, always impeccably dressed, always professional. She looked at me now with an expression I couldn't read."Dr. Reeves," she began. "Thank you for coming on short notice.""Of course. What's this about?""It's about Mason Garrett's transfer. And some concerns that have been raised about the circumstances surrounding it."My blood ran cold. "Concerns?""Marcus mentioned to me that you requested the transfer after just one session. That's unusual. When I looked into it further, I found that you transferred Mr. Garrett the day after his first appointment, citing conflict of interest.""That's correct," I said carefully. "I felt there was a potential boundary issue that needed to be addressed proactively.""What kind of boundary issue?"I hesitated. How much should I tell her? "Personal feelings that could compromise my professional objectivity."Dr. Chen leaned back in her chair, studying me.

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MASON P.O.VFriday morning, I woke up thinking about Eli.Which wasn't unusual. I'd been thinking about him constantly since Wednesday night. About the way he'd touched me, the way he'd looked at me, the way being with him felt right in a way nothing else had in months.I texted him around ten AM.Still on for tonight? Should I bring anything?The response came back almost immediately.Just yourself. Come around 7. I'll have everything ready.Can't wait.I spent the day restless, unable to focus on anything. I tried to watch game film from my old team, but my mind kept wandering. Tried to work out, but my leg wasn't cooperating. Finally gave up and just counted down the hours.At six-thirty, I showered and dressed. Dark jeans, a fitted navy shirt, cologne that I hoped wasn't too much.I grabbed a bottle of wine on the way—I might not know much about dating men, but I knew showing up to dinner empty-handed was rude.I arrived at Eli's building at exactly seven PM and took the elevator

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"Did something happen?" I asked. "Between Wednesday and now, did something change?"Eli hesitated, and I knew I was right."Tell me," I demanded."I got called into my boss's office yesterday," Eli admitted. "About your transfer. About the timing of it. About the fact that we're now seeing each other.""What did she say?""She said it looks bad. That even though I did everything by the book, it raises questions. That if this becomes public, both our reputations could be damaged.""So this is about protecting yourself," I said, anger flaring. "About covering your ass professionally.""It's about being realistic," Eli countered. "Mason, if anyone finds out what actually happened during your first session—""What happened was you helped me," I interrupted. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in months. You gave me hope.""I crossed professional boundaries," Eli said. "I got you off while you were still my patient. If that comes out, I lose my license. My career. Everything I've wor

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ELI P.O.vAfter Mason left, I sat on my couch with my head in my hands, hating myself.He was right. I was self-sabotaging. Pushing him away before he could hurt me.But the fear was real. The stakes were real.My phone rang. Jordan."Hey," I answered."You sound like shit. What happened?"I filled him in on the fight, on my conversation with Dr. Chen, on all my fears and doubts.Jordan was quiet for a moment. "Eli, I love you, but you're being an idiot.""Excuse me?""You have a connection with this guy. A real connection. And you're sabotaging it because of what-ifs and maybes. Yes, he's new to being with men. Yes, there are professional risks. But none of that matters if you actually care about him.""Of course I care about him—""Then act like it. Stop looking for reasons why it won't work and start focusing on making it work. Or you're going to lose him before you even really have him.""What if he realizes I'm not what he wants?""Then he realizes it and you deal with it. But El

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"Then let's figure it out together," I said. "Both of us. With honest communication. If you're feeling insecure, tell me. If I'm struggling with something, I'll tell you. But we have to actually try. We can't just give up at the first sign of difficulty.""Agreed." Eli reached over and took my hand. "So we're doing this? Actually doing this?""We're doing this," I confirmed. "But Eli, I need you to know something.""What?""I'm not ready to come out publicly. Not yet. Maybe not for a while. The thought of dealing with media scrutiny, of having my sexuality become public knowledge, it terrifies me.""I understand," Eli said. "We'll keep things private. For as long as you need.""And the professional stuff? Your boss?""We'll be careful. We won't give anyone ammunition. We keep our relationship separate from the clinic, we maintain appropriate boundaries in public, and we hope that's enough.""Okay." I pulled him closer. "Now come here. We wasted enough time fighting."Eli came willingl

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MASON P.O.VI stared at the text message, reading it over and over, my heart hammering against my ribs.Saw you at dinner last night with your physical therapist. Interesting. Does your agent know you're dating men? Does ESPN? Might want to think about that before you sign any contracts. -A Friend"Someone was watching us," I said, my voice hollow. "Someone followed us to the restaurant. Or was already there. And they took pictures or... fuck, I don't know."Eli grabbed the phone from my hand and read the message again, his face pale. "This isn't just someone who happened to see us. This is deliberate. The mention of ESPN, your agent, the timing right after you got that offer. Someone's trying to leverage this.""But who? And why?" I stood up and started pacing, my bad leg protesting but I couldn't sit still. "I'm not even playing anymore. I'm not worth anything to anyone. Why would someone care who I'm fucking?""You're still a public figure," Eli said. "Former NFL quarterback, poten

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ELIAfter Mason left to meet with his agent, I sat alone in my apartment, staring at my phone, debating whether to call Dr. Chen.If someone at the clinic was behind the blackmail, she needed to know. But telling her would mean admitting that Mason and I were in a relationship, that we'd been seen together publicly, that this was becoming a problem.And it might make things worse.My phone rang, startling me. Jordan's name flashed on the screen."Hey," I answered."Hey yourself. How'd things go with Mason after your fight? Did you grovel appropriately?""We made up. But Jordan, we have a bigger problem." I filled him in on the blackmail texts, the threats, everything.Jordan was quiet for a long moment. "Shit. That's serious, Eli. Do you think it's someone from the clinic?""I don't know. It could be. Or it could be someone who recognized Mason at the restaurant. Or a random creep who follows celebrity gossip. There's no way to know.""What are you going to do?""Mason's telling his a

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MASON P.O.VMy meeting with Brad took place at his office downtown. I'd been here hundreds of times over the years, negotiating contracts, discussing endorsement deals, planning my career trajectory.This time felt different. Final.Brad was in his fifties, sharp and savvy, with silver hair and expensive suits. He'd made me a lot of money over the years. Had been more than just an agent. He'd been a mentor, sometimes a friend.Now I had to tell him I was dating a man and being blackmailed for it."Mason," Brad greeted me warmly, shaking my hand. "Good to see you. I'm glad you called. I wanted to follow up on that ESPN offer. They're eager for an answer. What are you thinking?""That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," I said, sitting down in the leather chair across from his desk. "But it's complicated.""Complicated how?" Brad leaned back, his expression shifting to concern. "Is this about the injury? Because I've assured them you're recovering well, that you'll be able t

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ELIThe lawyer's office was in a sleek downtown building, all glass and steel and intimidating corporate energy. I arrived fifteen minutes early Sunday afternoon, my stomach in knots, and sat in the waiting area trying to calm my breathing.Mason showed up ten minutes later, looking as stressed as I felt. Dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn't slept much. He saw me and came over immediatel

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