All Chapters of Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M}: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Trevor's POV "Someone, get me a jockstrap. Now!" Max said it loud and easy, like he was ordering something off a menu. Josh moved immediately. That was the thing about Josh — he never needed to think about it. Whatever Max called, Josh answered. He reached into his bag and pulled one out, tossing it across towards Max. "Get him." Max said, and Josh and the third guy moved on me at the same time, grabbing both arms and pushing me back hard against the wall. The concrete hit my shoulder blades and I winced but I couldn't move. They had full control of me and they knew it and the looks on their faces said they had been looking forward to this specific moment for longer than today. Max took the jockstrap and stretched it between his fingers, slow and deliberate, letting the moment build for himself. He looked at me with that particular expression he wore when he had already decided something was fu

Trevor's POV"Okay, fine." I finally said it after sitting with the idea long enough to make it clear I wasn't jumping at it. The look on my face was doing its own commentary as I knew that he could read it, but as much as I wanted to hold the line on principle, my body had already made the actual argument for me when I tried to stand up 60 seconds ago and went straight back down. I needed the help and pretending otherwise wasn't going to change that.Sean got to his feet and stretched his hand toward me, open and steady. I looked at it for half a second. Then I took it and let him pull me up, keeping my grip until I was sure my legs were going to hold. They did…although not comfortably, but enough.He kept a hand at my side as we walked toward the parking area, not making a thing out of it, just there as a steady point I could lean into without it being announced. I appreciated that more than I was going to say out loud. We crossed the lot slowly to where he parked his car, and he go

Trevor's POV"Yeah? Doing what?" Sean asked after then, and I already knew it wasn't really a question. It was a setup and we both knew it was a setup. He waited about 3 seconds, watched me say nothing, then ran a hand through his hair with that easy smile sitting on his face. "Turning you on?"‘This silly guy.’ I had no words left for this guy.I took one slow step away from him, creating some distance between us like that was going to solve anything. He matched it immediately in one step toward me for every one I took back, closing whatever gap I opened. And then wearing that expression that said he was genuinely enjoying this and had absolutely nowhere else to be.I kept moving, while he kept following.I didn't take note of the table behind me until the back of my thighs hit the edge of it. My balance went immediately —my feet losing their balance on the floor, my body tipping backward — and before I had even processed what was happening, Sean's hands were already there. One arm c

Trevor's POVThe shower was the only place I could think to go and I got there fast.I turned the water on, stepped under it and just stood there for a moment, letting it run over my neck and down my back. My whole body was still running hot from whatever had just happened on that sideline — the massage, the words, the water can situation — and the shower was the most useful thing available to me right now. The boner resolved itself within a minute, which was honestly the first good news I had gotten since I agreed to stand behind Sean Pierre with my hands on his shoulders.I stood there and tried to locate a single straight thought."Hey." Sean's voice came from directly behind me in the shower space.I kept my face toward the water and didn't turn around. I was more focused on the water running down my body, which was doing its job, and I needed another 30 seconds of it before I trusted myself to have a conversation."Why did you run away from me like that?" He asked it directly, cl

Sean's POV"Trevor is not here." I had said it clean, no hesitation anywhere in it. "Go back to practice, Max. I told you to back off him."There was a pause on the other side of the curtain. The kind where someone was deciding what to do with what they had just heard. Then Max's voice came back, lower and pointed. "You are too soft on that fairy.""It's not your call." I kept my voice even. "He is my waterboy and my responsibility. Besides, why are you even here?""Some student council girl was looking for him." Max said from outside. "He has got to finish planning the lock-in. But then why are you in there?" There was a beat. "And where is Trevor? I saw him come this way."My heart dropped about 5 floors in 2 seconds.I knew Max. I knew exactly what that tone meant — the specific, probing quality it took on when his curiosity had latched onto something and wasn't going to let go without a fight. He had seen Trevor come in here and he had heard my voice and now both of those facts we