⚠️ Warning: This book contains explicit scenes, strong language, mature content, sexual kinks and dark themes that may not be suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk.
Trevor Matai had already made himself an enemy of half the school just by being the smartest person in the class. So when he won the student body presidency, they just found newer and louder reasons to come for him.
What he was not prepared for was jerking awake from a nightmare in the middle of class, calling out Sean Pierre’s name in front of everyone, and having a very visible and undeniable ‘boner’ to go along with it. Does that mean he got ‘bricked up’ for Sean.
That was quite unbelievable because Sean Pierre, who is a star quarterback and the school’s golden boy, happens to be the most aggressively straight guy Trevor had ever been forced to share oxygen with. So, Sean was the absolute last person his subconscious should have chosen.
And now the whole school knew.
What followed was supposed to be punishment as a result of the two clashing over school activity funds. Instead, something neither of them planned for started building because the closer Sean kept him, the harder it became to pretend that none of it meant anything.
But Sean was the star quarterback and there were rules that came with that title. And wanting Trevor wasn’t something the world around them was going to quietly allow.
Two boys with two different dreams that couldn’t both survive this situation, which seemed like a rivalry that had already drawn blood and a romantic feeling between them that refused to take note of that.
Society had already written the rules, but they were about to break those rules and rewrite them.
Because when someone is willing to burn everything down for you… the only question left is whether you are brave enough to let them and decide what you are willing to risk for love.
Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M} Chapter 1 It’s not a ‘boner.’
Trevor’s POV
“Trevor, I want to have all of you in my mouth.” Sean whispered against my ear, his voice so low it felt like it was meant only for the space between us. He closed the distance slowly and deliberately, like he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he was doing with it. The air between us felt different – heavier, charged with something I didn’t have a name for but could feel on my skin like a second heartbeat.
I swallowed real hard.
“I have never done this before.” My voice came out smaller than I intended.
He didn’t laugh and didn’t pull back either. Instead, his head dipped lower and his breath grazed the side of my neck in a way that made my whole body betray me at once. “That is not a problem,” he said in that low, hoarse voice wrapping around the words like something between a promise and a dare. “You just need to follow your heart and you will get to know how much you can do.”
And God help me, I almost did.
But the shocking thing was that how I ended up in Sean Pierre’s bedroom and everything that followed isn’t something I could easily explain. You wouldn’t understand it… and you definitely wouldn’t be in any position to judge me, if I didn’t take you back to where it all started.
Because as much as I knew, Sean Pierre wasn’t just the star quarterback. He was the high school god…The hetero heartthrob. A self-absorbed jock who moved through this school like it was built specifically for him, and honestly, sometimes it felt like it was. He was everything I hated about this place.
But somehow, at the same time, everything I wanted.
So, shall we?
…
“Sean, wait-“
I shot up from the dream so fast that my elbow nearly knocked over the water bottle sitting at the edge of my desk. Immediately I jerked my head up, my heart was slamming and my neck was damp. I pressed two fingers just below my jaw and felt my pulse running like I had just sprinted a full lap, which made zero sense because I had been sitting in ‘AP Literature’ for the last forty minutes doing absolutely nothing except apparently dreaming about Sean Pierre.
The air conditioning was on, yet I was still sweating.
For a full second, I just sat there and stared at the board like if I focused hard enough on the chapter heading still written in Mr. Calloway’s handwriting, I could rewind the last thirty seconds and start them over differently.
But then, the silence in the classroom had already changed its texture. It wasn’t the half-asleep, phone-scrolling, nobody-is-paying-attention kind of silence. It was the kind where twenty-something people are all holding the same breath and waiting to see what happens next.
I could feel their stares of every single one of them even without looking.
I was sitting in the front row, which I had always preferred because it kept me focused and away from the noise at the back. Right now I was regretting every single academic instinct that had ever put me there.
I kept my eyes forward for as long as I could convince myself it was working. Acting like I hadn’t just screamed someone’s name out loud in the middle of class felt like the dumbest play I could make, but it was the only one I had. So I held it for about five more seconds before my own nerve gave out and I looked sideways.
The first person my eyes landed on was him.
Of course it was.
Sean Pierre was already looking at me. He leaned back slightly in his chair the way he always sat… like the desk had been designed around his comfort specifically, and his pen was resting loose between two fingers, in a forgotten manner. His eyes were steady, unreadable and fixed directly on my face, and I knew without needing him to say a single word, that he had heard every syllable.
I could bet that the whole class had heard every syllable too.
“Hey.” His voice was easy and unbothered. He set his pen down slowly on top of his book, like we had all the time in the world and he was genuinely curious where this was about to go. Then he leaned forward just slightly and tapped the side of my head with one finger. Although not hard, but just enough to get me to listen to him attentively in case I was still reminiscing about the dream. “Did I give you permission to say my name, nerd?”
The classroom came apart.
Some people laughed, while some of them made that dramatic ‘ohhh’ sound that a crowd makes when they smell blood. Somebody at the back clapped once, which was somehow the most annoying part of all of it. This was what they lived for…which was the slightest crack in Trevor Matai’s composure, any small thing they could point at and say or see.
‘He’s not untouchable after all.
I had heard it before, but the thing was, it never actually stopped stinging.
I straightened in my seat and looked at Sean with every bit of collected energy I had left. “I fell asleep.” That was it. I mean, that was my whole defense. To me, that was neutral, factual and absolutely nothing to dissect here.
“Awwwn.” Sean tilted his head, and I could see the corner of his mouth pull like he was deciding how far to take it. “Dreaming about me, huh?”
“No.” I was on my feet before I finished the word. Faster than I meant to be. My chair scraped back and everything. I didn’t even plan it as it was pure reflex, the kind that kicks in when your body decides it’s going to respond before your brain gets a vote. I just needed to shut that down immediately and clearly as that was the only way to make him not know that I actually had him in my dream, with zero room for interpretation.
The problem was that the moment I stood up, the laughter stopped.
Not because I had said anything impressive. Because the room’s attention dropped all at once, like a coordinated thing… from my face straight down to my waist.
The silence lasted for maybe two seconds.
Then it kept rolling in.
“What the fuck!”
“What the hell!”
“Oh my God.”
I didn’t look down as I didn’t need to. My body had already ‘told on me’ in the worst possible way and the classroom’s reaction was confirming everything I was desperately hoping was not happening right now.
“Oh shit, this twink has got a boner.” Someone near the window said it loud enough for the hallway to probably hear.
“His pri*k is trying to kick out from his boxers… see the way it’s pointing straight at us.” Another voice, and more laughter rolling over it before he even finished the sentence.
My reflex neurons moved faster than my pride. I grabbed my bag off the floor and pressed it against my front in one motion, and I didn’t care how obvious that looked because the alternative was worse. My face was doing something I had no control over. I could feel the heat crawling up the back of my neck and I genuinely could not decide if I wanted to sit back down, walk out, or simply cease to exist.
Half the class had just seen me standing in the front row of AP Literature with an erection I got from dreaming about the straight quarterback sitting next to me.
I was so dead.
“I could bet with anything that he had a dirty dream about Sean.” That was Max. Of course it was Max. He had this specific tone he only used when he had found something he planned to squeeze for as long as possible. “Got himself worked up and everything.”
I knew if I let that sit without a response, he would run with it for the rest of the semester. Max Tucker had never needed much of an opening as he would take two seconds of silence and build an entire reputation-destroying narrative out of it.
“It’s not a boner.” I said it clearly and firmly. Like a person who had a completely reasonable explanation. “I’m a…show-er, not a grower.”
It was the first thing that came to my head. In hindsight, it was not my strongest moment.
Before I could build on it, redirect or do anything remotely useful, Sean reached over and pulled the bag straight out of my hands just like that. His seat was right next to mine and it took him approximately zero effort. He looked down, looked back up, and said with complete calm, “Oh. But that looks like a boner to me, dude.”
Then he tossed the bag back.
I caught it and said nothing because there was genuinely nothing left to say.
Max wasn’t done. He fixed his eyes on me with that particular expression he wore when he was really enjoying himself. “Bro. You know Sean is straight with a capital ‘S,’ right?” He stretched the ‘S’ out long and slow, making sure every single person in the class heard exactly how he meant it. “So be realistic and come off your dirty and unimaginable little fantasies.”
I opened my mouth but nothing actually came out.
“Trevor.” Max cut me off before I got a word out, throwing one hand up in the air like he had just remembered something. Like he was doing me a favour by continuing. “It’s honestly just a little bit sad that you got bricked up for the straight quarterback.” Then he turned his head toward Sean and let the pause breathe for a moment, “Sean, wait…”
He said it exactly the way I must have said it coming out of the dream. The tone, the urgency, the way my voice had probably cracked right through it. He had been sitting on that and saving it, and now the whole class was losing it all over again and I was standing there with my bag pressed against me like a shield that had already failed.
I already knew this wasn’t ending here.
Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M} Chapter 2 It actually looks like…’Cum.’
Trevor’s POV
I found Max’s words so insulting that something in me just snapped. And I knew better… I knew from experience that snapping back in this school never ended well for me. But backing down had never fetched me anything good either. Not for once and not in the entire time I had been a student at Hartwell.
So I didn’t.
“Well, yours is so tiny that no one notices when you get hard.” I retorted, holding up two fingers and pinching them together to show exactly how tiny I meant.
The half-second of silence that followed was the most satisfying thing that had happened to me all day.
“Oh shit!” Sean’s head swung toward Max, and for just that one moment, something in his expression looked genuinely caught off guard. Which, coming from Sean Pierre, was basically a standing ovation.
Max’s face had gone tight. Not the performative kind of tight he wore when he was playing to the class and when I seemed to him like something he could actually joke around with. This was the real kind. Or let’s say, the kind that meant I had actually landed something and he hadn’t seen it coming. He pushed up from his seat and crossed to mine in about three steps, and the classroom got very quiet very fast.
I held his gaze and I wasn’t going to be the first one to look away.
“Look who has got a backbone now that he is student body president.” His voice was controlled but his jaw wasn’t. He pulled his fist back slightly… not all the way, just enough – and my body reacted before my brain could stop it. I flinched, although it was small yet fast but it happened, and the moment it did, I knew he had gotten exactly what he came for.
He hadn’t even touched me.
The satisfied look that spread across his face made my stomach turn and I felt stupid instantly. I mean, genuinely and completely stupid, because I had fallen for the oldest move in the book and given him the reaction he had been fishing for the whole time.
“You are nothing more than the class fairy.” He said it slowly, holding eye contact with me the whole time while the class laughed around us like background noise. Then he dropped his hand onto Sean’s shoulder and squatted down slightly so they were at the same level. “Better watch your ass. ‘GAY-den’ here has the hots for you.”
That one landed differently. I could feel it settle in my chest in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely. And to make it worse, the laughter around it didn’t help. I couldn’t find a single word to throw back and that silence, right there was worse than anything Max had actually said.
“Is that true, Trevor?” Sean asked. His tone was light and rhetorical and he already knew I wasn’t going to answer. I think that was exactly the point… which was to ask the question I couldn’t respond to and let it sit in the air for everyone to enjoy. “You got the hots for me?”
I said nothing and then, I kept my face as straight as I could manage and stared at a fixed point just past his shoulder.
He didn’t let it go. He shifted from his seat to the edge of mine, leaning in just enough to be in my space without fully crossing any line that a teacher could write him up for. His fingers brushed the edge of the bag I was still holding against myself – the bag I had not put down since the moment I grabbed it, which everyone in the room was absolutely aware of.
“You are trying to convert me to the dark side?” He tilted his head, eyes bright with the specific kind of amusement that meant he was having a genuinely good time at my expense. “Darth GAY-der?”
The class lost it, to the extent that someone actually wheezed.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I snapped.
It came out sharper than I planned and I meant every syllable of it. But before I could follow it with anything and before I could pull any kind of composure back together, something cold and thick hit my lap.
I looked down.
Max had a small container in his hand that I hadn’t even registered him picking up. He had tipped it forward and the contents, which was something kinda white or better still milk color and creamy, had landed directly on my trousers. Exactly the spot where I did not need anything landing right now- my crouch region. He shook the last of it out with zero hesitation and zero apology.
The room erupted.
“Oh my God!” Sean’s laugh came out full and loud and completely unfiltered, and the rest of the class piled on immediately.
I sat there and could not move and I couldn’t think either. I couldn’t even begin to figure out what my next move was supposed to be because I genuinely had not seen that coming. I was just sitting there, dumbfounded, with what looked like a very specific kind of stain spreading across the front of my trousers while twenty people laughed hard enough to cry.
“GAY-den is coming for you, Sean.” Max said it with pure sarcasm and not a single trace of guilt anywhere on his face.
Sean looked down at my lap, then back up at my face, still grinning. “Dude, it actually looks like… cum. For real.”
I opened my mouth but couldn’t say a word because of how terrible I already felt.
“That is enough.”
Ms. Jenny Presto, our dean of students administration, walked through the door and the energy in the room shifted immediately as chairs scraped and phones disappeared. Max was back in his seat before I even processed that she had entered. I shifted in my seat as carefully and quickly as I could, angling myself so that the ‘cum-like it was tagged’ stain wasn’t the first thing at eye level if she looked my way.
The room went from chaos to performance in about four seconds flat. Everyone sitting straight, everyone looking forward and everyone suddenly very interested in whatever was written on the board.
“Trevor.” She didn’t even fully settle at the front before she said my name. “You will be in detention.”
“What? Why?” I couldn’t keep the shock off my face. “I didn’t do anything.”
She looked at me the way teachers look at students they have already made a decision about. “Of course, you did many things. First of all, for causing so much nuisance. I noticed the way everyone had their eyes on you when I walked in, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me that the chaos was centered around you.” She paused just long enough to make it feel deliberate. “Again, for harassing our star quarterback. Boys like him don’t need that kind of attention from other boys like you.”
I sat with that for a second.
‘Boys like him.’ Like Sean Pierre came with some kind of protected status that I was too beneath to understand. Like the guy who had just called me Darth GAY-der to a laughing audience needed protection from me.
This was the most textbook injustice I had ever sat through and it was happening in broad daylight in front of a classroom full of witnesses, none of whom were going to say a word because not one of them had anything to gain by defending me.
This was how it always went. The moment I opened my mouth back…the moment I stopped absorbing it quietly, I became the problem. They got to throw whatever they wanted and I had to just take it, because the second I threw anything back, I was the one harassing people. I was the nuisance and I was the one sitting in detention.
I pressed my lips together and said nothing else.
But the thing that sat heaviest wasn’t even the detention. It was the fact that this was the part that never changed…and I had a feeling, deep down in the part of me that was still rational underneath all of this that today was only the beginning of something much worse.
Owned by the Star Quarterback; My Dark Obsession {M*M} Chapter 3 Your ass is mine.
Trevor’s POV
“Bye, Trevor.” One of the students said it on their way out. I didn’t even bother to look up to know who exactly that was because it was either Sean or any of his friends in my class, and I already understood it wasn’t some sort of pleasantries. It was sarcasm… the kind with a smile behind it that they never bothered to hide.
I kept my head down and let them all file out.
The classroom emptied slowly, the way classrooms do at the end of a school day when everyone has somewhere better to be. Chairs scraping, bags zipping, voices trailing off down the hallway. I stayed exactly where I was and counted the seconds. I had gotten used to doing that…you know, just sitting still and waiting until the room was clear before I moved. It was easier than walking out in the middle of them and giving anyone a reason to start something fresh.
When the last set of footsteps disappeared and the noise finally died down, I let out a slow breath.
“I don’t know what is worse.” I muttered to myself, staring down at my lap. “Getting a boner in front of the class, or that the most hoo-rah hetero quarterback we’ve got gave it to me in just a mere dream.”
Neither answer was doing anything good for my dignity.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a wipe, then went to work on the stain Max had left on my trousers. It didn’t come out clean as the stuff had already settled into the fabric and there was still a faint sticky feeling no matter how many times I went over the same spot. But I got it to a manageable enough state that I could walk out of the building without it being the headline. That was the best I was going to get.
I gathered my things, swung my bag over my shoulder, and pushed the chair in. Detention was still waiting for me somewhere down the hall and I needed to think through exactly how I was going to handle that without it turning into something bigger. The principal didn’t need Ms. Presto’s version of today reaching her desk before mine did. I was student body president and I had worked too hard and too long to let one bad afternoon become the thing that defined how people in this school saw me.
I crossed the classroom and stepped out into the hallway.
I had taken maybe two steps when a hand shot out from the corner beside the door and grabbed my chest.
“Your ass is mine!”
“What!” It came out loud and sharp before I could catch it, and my whole body locked up on instinct.
Then I saw who it was.
‘Sean.’ Of course it was Sean.
He had his palm flat against my chest and his eyes were already on mine, steady and deliberate, like he had been standing in that exact spot waiting for me specifically. Before I could get a single word together again, he pressed his other hand over my mouth, cutting off whatever I was about to say. Then he grabbed my bag off my shoulder, pulled me back through the classroom door…with my back going in first and tossed the bag somewhere near the wall. And then, he slammed the door shut behind us.
He let go of me, pushing me slightly in and I staggered back a step, catching myself against the edge of a desk. I straightened up and found my footing but my heart was going faster than I was willing to admit.
“Sean, what exactly are you doing?” I blurted.
He stood right in front of me with his arms loose at his sides, looking like he had all the time in the world. That smirk was already on his face – the one that meant he thought he had something on me and wanted me to know it.
“You thought you could hide it.” He said it slowly, like he was enjoying the weight of each word. “But I caught you.”
I knew exactly what he was pointing to. There was no version of playing dumb that was going to work here and we both understood that.
I held his gaze and said nothing. My brain was already running through options, pulling apart angles, trying to find the one response that would shut this down cleanly without giving him anything new to work with. Because that was the thing about Sean, which was the moment you handed him a reaction, he ran with it every single time.
The classroom was empty and the door was closed. Again, from the way he was standing, relaxed and unbothered with zero intention of letting me leave here till he was done with whatever this was all about, it was very clear that he was not unlocking that door until he got what he came for.
Honestly, I wasn’t ready for this conversation. Not today…at least, not after everything that had already played out in the last few hours. I had survived the boner, survived Max’s little stunt, survived detention being handed to me for something I didn’t start and now I was standing in an empty classroom after school with the one person I least wanted to be alone with, who was looking at me like he already knew things I hadn’t said out loud.
The best I could do was find something solid to stand on before he got there first.