I Was Never Yours

*Chapter 63

Steve P.O.V

I pass the other adults in the hallway on my way to the kitchen. Tony grabs my elbow and pulls me aside. "You're heading out?"

"Yeah, I have to be at May's now." I look over him into the mirror, fixing my hair. "Do I look okay?"

"You look great, other than your shirt being a little wet. Was she crying?"

I nod, looking down at the tear stains on my shoulder. "She's pretty upset. It might be good if you just cuddle with her until she falls asleep, I don't think it will take long."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll be okay." He lowers his voice, "do you have a condom?"

My face flushes. "No. I'd hoped she'd have some."

"Buddy, you don't go for sex and expect the woman to take care of your rubber." He rolls his eyes and pulls his wallet from his back pocket. "Here, take this."

I slide the square packet into my own wallet and thank him. 

He pats my shoulder and side steps me but I catch his hand. "I love you, Tony," I blurt. Which kind of love, I'm not sure, I don't even know why I said it. But I've been convincing myself that it's a fraternal kind of love for year's and there's no reason to stop now.

His eyes soften and he hugs me tight. "I love you too, Stevie. I always have." With that he strides away, not looking back.

Fifteen minutes later I'm on May's front step, with a rock-solid erection. I psyched myself out on the drive and haven't been able to calm it down, though I suppose the opposite problem would be worse. I tuck it up into my waistband before getting out of my car, the last thing I want to do is freak out one of her neighbours. She buzzes me in and I blow out a breath of anticipation, this is it.

Within minutes I'm tapping my knuckles on her front door and it promptly swings open. "Hi, handsome." She greets me with a brilliant smile.

"Hi." I grin, bending to kiss her. She's wearing a silky looking tanktop and a pair of grey sweatpants. I don't allow my eyes to delve any further than that. She may want to have a drink or watch a movie before, and I don't want to make my body more randy than it already is.

"Damn, you look good," she says. "Here I wore my pajamas and you show up looking like we're going to a five star restaurant."

I shake my head. "You look great."

She chuckles and tells me to come in. I hang my jacket on a hook and take off my shoes.

"Nice apartment," I say, looking around. "I like the plants." As my back is turned to her I check the placement of my penis through my pocket and am satisfied to feel it still tight to my body.

When I turn around she's smirking and for a moment I'm nervous she's on to me but she simply says, "you're adorable," and opens the fridge. "Do you want a beer?"

"Yes please." I accept the beer and sit down on a barstool. "How was your day?"

She proceeds to tell me about work and with the distraction, my body finally begins to calm down. She finishes by saying she was surprised Peter got out of detention early and thanks me for driving him home.

"Woah, that's right! That was this morning." It feels like a life time ago. "Where are Peter and Harry by the way?" I ask, looking around the apartment.

"They're staying at Ned's tonight," she replies and then a mischievous smiles graces her face. "We couldn't have them here tonight now could we?" She steps around the island and stands between my legs. She kisses me and pulls her fingers through my hair. My hands snake around her back and I run my fingers across the smooth fabric. Her hands drop and she tugs on the hem of my shirt, lifting it up. "Take this off," she breaths.