Steve X Snot Novels & Stories

As if he’d been expecting it. I threw my cigarette on the floor, ignoring the way goosebumps scattered across my skin in irritation. “We need to talk about Carl and what he’s doing.” I said lowly, gaining satisfaction from using my boot to crush the cigarette that was still lit. Steve raised an eyebrow, his sea green eyes dancing with amusement “What he’s doing? Or what you’re doing?” He asked, unsure. “You’ve been tiptoeing around this for a while now, Xavier. Haven’t you?”

Zach's expression transformed into a carefree one. He stood up and patted Steve's shoulder. “Don't get too excited. Heidi has not become your wife yet.” “But she'll soon be-” Steve smiled. He hadn't finished speaking when Zach delivered a punch across his face. “Son of a b*tch!” Zach kicked him. “How dare you knock my baby sis up? Even Lucas Harrison didn't dare to do that! Steve Anderson, aren't you so gutsy?”

Then a few laughs. Drake looked up slowly. Some students were hiding their giggles behind hands, others whispered shamelessly. Steve chuckled under his breath and knelt down beside him. “Damn, my bad,” he said, all mock innocence. “Didn’t see you coming.” His hand reached out, brushing dust off Drake’s trousers like they were friends. “Here, lemme help you.” Drake flinched but didn’t pull away. He could smell Steve’s cologne,too strong, and too fake. He could feel the crowd’s eyes, curious, amused, and cruel. But inside him, something stayed still. No anger. No drama. He wasn't ready for another embarrassing moment of apologies.

Like a menace, I continued my search for narcotics until I had gathered all of them or all the ones I could find. Steve was a weeping mess when I was done. “Thousands of dollars, gone,” he muttered absently. “You are going to pay me back!” He yelled. I scoffed. “I will be paying for your rehabilitation and nothing more.” “Charles, you bastard.” Steve threw his fists at me, but it was so weakly executed that he missed. I, however, didn’t. I gave him a resounding slap. “Snap out of it, you idiot.” With Steve still grappling with the reality of the slap, I dragged him into the showers, putting it on cold and letting the water drench senses back into his head.

My eyes trail along his body, taking in his looks; his tattoos are amazing as well. "Hey lads, sorry, got a little delayed, and I am never usually late. This is Lisa." The guy in front of me smiles. "Hi Lisa, I am Steve." He looks up, smiling at Sean. "I see you found a new sub." My eyes flickered to Sean's, his head shaking. "Not a sub, not this one, although she might be in time." I have no idea what they are talking about, but something about Steve makes me smile. Sitting down, Sean introduces me to the other guys.

"I am so lucky to be captured by a gorgeous woman." "Oh! You're a couple?" Steve's face turned grin as he offered a handshake. "Steve Andrews. From SVA Pharmaceuticals." The man's lips parted. "Oh! The famous engineer. Nice to finally meet you." Steve arrogantly grinned and wrapped his arm around mine. That's when I felt heavy stares from somewhere. My knees almost gave up when I met Noah's glares. He's standing behind Steve and he's with Thalia, who's looking at me angrily. I tugged Steve's arm. He looked down at me and smiled before looking at the man, who's still checking me out. "We'll just sit over there, man. My fiancée's feet might hurt. Nice meeting you."

------------------------------------ NEET Nooo STEVE Are u sleeping with someone? NEET Uh..hu STEVE No shit Sherlock. NEET Yes STEVE Who is it? ------------------------------------ Anger and caution were radiating from his tone, clearly worried about me and I know it was cause of my not so good ex. But others may think that he is angry cause I have someone that is not him. ------------------------------------ NEET Umm... STEVE Tell me his name NEET I will talk with u later...bye...bye STEVE Wait I have to tell u something...Hey hey

The faint smell of rubber mats, metal, and sharp cologne. No one at the front desk. Just the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m still looking around when I hear boots—heavy, deliberate—coming from the hallway that leads to the offices. The next second, Steve appears. No gym shirt this time. Just black joggers slung low on his hips and nothing else. The tattoo sleeve on his left arm continues across his chest—one long thin line under his left pec, another across his lower ribs. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at me.

he asked again, and this time I heard it, a sharp edge of bitterness, maybe even resentment, cutting through his calm. "Why, don't you?" I shot back, my voice thick with anger and tears. "No!" He answered so firmly, so seriously, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "We're step-siblings, Theo! We had sex, we fucked and it was wrong!" "We're not blood-related, baby. What we did wasn't wrong," he insisted, his jaw tight. "Mom and Uncle Greg will be furious! They'll be so disappointed in us!" I sobbed, my voice cracking as I spiraled into hysteria.