*PSA!* - So im starting this out with a huge warning. It will be like nothing ive ever written. Kinda got a little insperation and im gonna run with it. It will feature a bit of guy on guy action. So be warned. As well as i do not wish to anger or upset anyone with how it is portrayed.

So hopefully you agree with my love is love antics, without further ado.

Caught

“Mr. Wells?” A strong hand gripped around his throat, a feminie squeak escaping as their eyes met.

Deep chocolate brown eyes were pitch black of the night void. A cocky grin on his face; as he gave Erin’s throat a little squeaze again. A horrified look across his face hard to hide. Searching his gaze for more then the lustful addiction he’d started to feed.

“Please….” Erin started to beg. “Not here. Its too” Trying hard to not focus on the pleasure as another tight squeeze was felt.

“What’s wrong?” A throaty tone escaping the lustfilled air as his hand dropped to his sides.

“Its wrong…” Erin sqeaked out, trying not to let the grin grow across his glossy lips.

Turning, running his hands through his thick curls. Shaved on the sides, carmel complexion turning red when he looked back. Eyes darting across the cheer outfit that hugged his slender figure. Crop top style, only further feeding into his sissy status with the black and purple skirt of the school colors.

“Your mine!” His voice rash, gruff and breathe hot as it fell against Erin’s neck.

Causing goose bumps to trail across his scrawny arms, neck, and back. Shaking from a jolt of anticipation as their lips smashed together quickly. A small tickle coming from the lightly well kept hairs of his chin strap beard.

“Ughhhh” Erin groaned, feeling his coaches body squeezing him against the set of lockers. “Is that what you want? Me to be yours again?”

Grabbing at the coaches manhood, Erin could feel the answer to the his question. Then it hit him like a train of conciousness. The busty blonde bombshell that he’d hugged tight, twin blonde haired girls at her side smiling as he gave them attention. Married.

“Don’t!” Now his teeth nipped at Erin’s throat, knowing full well the questions were loaded. “It’s starting to bother you?”

Erin pulled himself away from being trapped against the tan grey lockers. Slipping away from coaches touch and starting to pace.

“She’s beautiful…. Like instagram model beautiful…. And your girls… A spitting image.” A little water starting to pool in his eyes as he failed to make eye contact. “I can’t compete with that…”

“Why do you think you must?” Coach grabbed his own temples, starting to massage them. Clearly annoyed at the whole situation.

“Cuz i want more…” The realization cracking in Erin’s tone. “More then just being your little play thing….”

“Is that what you think you are? Some toy i can just toss away when im board?” Now coach had split the gap, grabbing harshly Erin’s chin. Making his gaze meet his own, a cocky smile starting to foarm. “Your young…. Going off to college in a few months…. It will be a blip on your life…”

“I’m staying local…” Erin blirted, pulling away again.

“No your not.” Coach growled, now pinning Erin’s small figure to the locker. “I won’t let you throw that scholarship away… Your gonna be great.”

“I want to be great with this” Erin sobbed, his head falling. “I dont want to lie anymore….”

“If we ever get caught, we tell the truth… but your going away to college!” Coaches voice firm and commanding.

“But you wanted me to lie?” Erin’s grey eyes looked deeply into the coaches for a second before their lips locked again.

Coaches muscular mass pushing Erin against the locker with enough force that it caused a pop in the metal. Graning as he bit down on his upper lip, gasping into his mouth a second before their foreheads met.

“Please don’t stop” Erin pleaded, eyes and body yearning for a release. “I’ll do whatever you want”