Chapter 31 :I Need You to Fu*ck Me Here
STEPHEN’S POV:
The bruise was already forming.
I could see it in the mirror above the sink in the locker room bathroom, it was a dark purple creeping along my jaw, swelling just enough to make it obvious. Hayden had always hit hard. That was the thing about him. When he committed to something, he didn’t hesitate.
Well, neither did I. But that didn’t mean I didn’t feel it.
The coach's office smelled like old coffee and disappointment. Hayden stood on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed over his chest, jaw locked like he was already preparing for another round.
Coach didn’t yell at first and that was worse.
He shut the door slowly, walked behind his desk, and just looked at us. His eyes moved from my jaw to Hayden’s busted knuckles.
“You want to explain to me,” he said evenly, “why my captain and my striker were throwing punches at a party?”
We were silent.
I kept my chin lifted while Hayden stared straight ahead like he was being evaluated for something bigger than this.
“I saw the video,” Coach added. “Don’t insult me by pretending it didn’t happen.”
My pulse ticked in my neck.
“He started it,” Hayden said finally.
I let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, that’s rich coming from the first person who threw the punch.”
Coach’s palm hit the desk once, sharp enough to cut through us. “I don’t care who started it.”
His gaze shifted to me first. “Stephen, you ran your mouth and vandalized his car. You provoked him. I know you did. That’s not leadership. That’s ego.”
My jaw tightened, but I didn’t argue.
Then Coach looked at Hayden. “And you? You’re supposed to be the captain now. That means you don’t take the bait. You don’t throw the punch. You walk away.”
Hayden’s nostrils flared slightly. That was the only sign it got to him.
“You both want to act like this is some personal war? Fine. Do it off my field.” Coach leaned forward. “But hear me clearly…..if this nonsense continues, I will bench both of you, for the rest of the season.”
That landed. It was not just a game but the entire season.
“You’re too good to waste that talent,” he said, his voice lower now. “But I won’t let this team implode because you two can’t sort out whatever the hell is going on between you.”
The words hung heavy.
“Fix it,” Coach finished. “Or you’re done.”
He dismissed us with a nod.
The hallway outside his office felt colder than it should have. Hayden walked ahead of me at first, shoulders stiff, without looking back. I hated that he could pretend that none of this rattled him.
“Fix it?” I muttered once we were out of earshot. “That’s cute.”
He didn’t respond.
By the time we reached the locker room, most of the team was already out at practice drills. The space was nearly empty. Just the hum of fluorescent lights and the metallic echo of lockers.
Hayden stopped at his. I stopped behind him.
“You really think this is about leadership?” I asked.
He didn’t turn around. “I’m not doing this with you anymore, Stephen. Don't you have a dick to suck, or something?”
“Yeah,” I said softly. “You never do.”
That made him glance over his shoulder. I stepped closer. “You think you won because Coach gave you a speech? Do you think a title changes anything?”
“It changes enough to tell me that you are not worth it,” he said flatly.
I laughed under my breath. “You’re still you, Hayden.”
He turned fully now. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you care way too much about what people think.” I moved closer until there was barely any space between us. “About what mum thinks, about what the team thinks.” His jaw flexed. “And about what people might assume,” I added quietly.
His eyes darkened. “Don’t come any fucking closer, fucker.” he warned.
I didn’t stop.
“You act like you’re so above me,” I continued, voice low. “But I know you. I know what makes you uncomfortable. What makes you flinch?” I touched him seductively on his chest.
His hand grabbed my shirt for a second, shoving me back against the lockers. The metal rattled loudly behind me.
“Careful,” he muttered.
I leaned forward again anyway, pressing him back this time, as I switched our positions. My forearm braced near his shoulder. “You think I don’t see the way you react?” I said. “The way you get all tense anytime someone even jokes about a guy kissing?”
“Shut up.”
“You’re terrified someone might question you and your fucking sexuality."
His breathing changed, but I heard it.
“And that’s the difference between us,” I finished. “I’m not.”
For a second, the air felt charged. Like one wrong move and we’d swing again.
I stepped back first. He shoved past me, adjusting his shirt like he needed distance.
“You’re pathetic,” he said, but it lacked bite.
“Am I?” I shot back.
Before he could answer, the locker room door creaked open.
Marcus walked in.
He paused when he saw us, eyes flicking between the tension, the bruises, and the way we were standing too close for comfort.
“You good?” Marcus asked me, voice careful.
“Yeah,” I said without looking at Hayden. “We’re done.”
Hayden’s stare burned into the side of my face.
Marcus walked over slowly, stopping in front of me. His hand came up to my jaw gently, thumb brushing near the bruise.
“That looks bad,” he murmured.
“It’s fine.”
Hayden scoffed softly behind us.
I turned deliberately toward Marcus, letting the silence stretch. I wanted Hayden to stand there and watch. Marcus hesitated only half a second before leaning in.
The kiss wasn’t soft. It was hot and I swear Marcus could fuck me here on the floor and won't care about the consequences.
My hand slid to the back of Marcus’s neck, pulling him closer, I wasn't trying to show off, not entirely. But I was aware, painfully aware, of Hayden still in the room.
Marcus’s fingers curled into my shirt. The fingers were warm, and me hornylike a bitch in heat.
When we pulled apart, I didn’t look away from Hayden.
I expected disgust. But what I saw wasn’t that. It was anger.
His jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides. For a second, I wondered why.
Why that expression? Why not the easy superiority he usually wore?
He shook his head once, like he was physically forcing himself to disengage. He shook his head and stormed out of the room.
Marcus was rubbing off on me, as he whispered in my ears. “I need you to fuck me here.” My eyes widened and I smiled.