Breaking a heterosexual (part 3)

Eric hadn't slept more than two hours straight in almost a week, and yet, he had managed to convince everyone that he was "perfect". Lying was easier than explaining what was really happening to him: that every night he was afraid of falling asleep, of losing control, of waking up with a painful and used body and a mind full of holes. But that day, after seeing what he had seen in the coach's office, he needed answers. Lucas had to know something.

He waited for him by the strength machines in the pavilion. The older man arrived late, with that confident walk of his, enormous shoulders swaying, the technical t-shirt clinging to his chest as if it had been sewn onto his muscles. Eric straightened up when he saw him, his heart racing.

"We need to talk," he said bluntly, leading him to a quieter area with a nod.

Lucas raised an eyebrow but followed him.

"What's going on?" he asked with a dry, almost aggressive tone. He hated being bothered during his workouts. "Lately, you're more annoying than my ex."

Eric clenched his teeth.

"Do you like guys?" Eric's question was direct, without beating around the bush, but he couldn't find a suitable way to start a conversation like that.

Lucas's eyes widened, and he closed them again. Then he grabbed Eric by the shirt and slammed him against the wall.

"What the hell are you saying, asshole?"

Eric felt an unpleasant sensation of heat in his crotch.

"For fuck's sake... I know you don't... but then we have a problem."

Lucas didn't understand anything, but he eventually let him go.

"Talk before I break that pretty face of yours."

"I think you're going through the same thing as me."

Lucas let out a short, incredulous laugh.

"Yes? And what the hell is supposed to be happening to me? Because I don't wet my bed."

"You don't remember," Eric swallowed, trying to ignore his captain's jokes. "You don't remember anything you did in the coach's office, do you?"

Lucas took a step closer to him. He got much closer. Too close.

"What the hell are you insinuating? Be careful what you say, kid, or you'll be off the team," he growled, leaning in closer, so close that Eric felt his hot breath.

"Yesterday, what did you do after training?"

Lucas tried not to play along, but when he realized he didn't remember exactly what he did, he relaxed his tough expression and started listening more attentively to Eric.

"You don't remember, do you?"

Lucas pulled away, trying to remember.

"I trained... picked up..."

"You went to the coach's office."

"No. What the hell would I go there for?"

"To get fucked."

Lucas grabbed Eric's shirt again and lifted him two feet off the ground. He spat in his face and put his lips almost touching Eric's. Without either of them being aware, their cocks started to harden until ...