Put Me In...You, Coach Short Stories Collection

Story 1:The Supply Closet

It was a typical day at work for Bartolomé as he begins his end of session duties. As the morning dragged on he worked on cleaning his space and getting things packed away for the next term. Thinking the whole time, "Why do I have to pack of this stuff every term?" as he begins packing his books away into a lidded box. At that moment we hear a rather deep and very masculine sound coming from the doorway. As Bartolomé turned to see what or who made that noise, he was greeted with the rugged features of Coach Agustín, there with his strong physical frame standing at 5' 6" with tattoos on his beautiful caramel colored skin as he leaned in the doorway with a casual smile on his face.

"Hey there, Bartolomé," Coach Agustín bellowed in his deep voice, his presence filling the room. Bartolomé couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over him at the unexpected visit of the imposing and handsome figure. Coach walked further into the room, his eyes scanning the packed boxes and the neatness that Bartolomé was meticulously arranging. "You're always so organized, Bartolomé. Admirable quality," he remarked, his tone almost too casual for the gravity his gaze seemed to suggest.

Bartolomé felt a bead of sweat form on his temple as he tried to maintain composure. There was something about the way Coach Agustín was looking at him that set his skin ablaze. "Thank you, Coach. Is there something I can help you with?" Bartolomé asked, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. Coach's smile widened, "I'm here to collect any P.E. equipment you may have in your classroom" he said as if there were more to his statement. "Sure, let me get that for you" Bartolomé says with almost questioning tone. As he walked past the Coach, Bartolomé had to turn to get out of the door and when he did their bodies made brief contact, sending shivers all over Bartolomé 's body, "Excuse me Coach" he said with a bit of nervousness to his voice as the Coach moved aside for him to pass.

Coach Agustín's eyes followed Bartolomé as he retrieved the P.E. equipment, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. As Bartolomé handed over the items, their fingers brushed against each other briefly, sending a jolt of electricity through Bartolomé. "Thank you, Bartolomé. You always go above and beyond," Coach Agustín said, his voice low and husky. Bartolomé felt his heart race at the intensity in Coach's gaze. There was an unspoken tension between them, a magnetic pull that couldn't be denied. Clearing his throat, Bartolomé managed to mumble, "It's no problem, Coach. Happy to help."

Coach Agustín took a step closer, the air between them crackling with anticipation. "You know, Bartolomé, I've noticed how dedicated you are to your work here. It's quite admirable." His words hung in the air like a promise. Bartolomé swallowed hard, his pulse quickening at the insinuation in Coach Agustín's words. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he searched for something to say, but the air seemed to thicken with unspoken desires. "Thank you, Coach. I...I just believe in giving my best," Bartolomé replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Coach Agustín took another step closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I can see that, Bartolomé. Your dedication is truly commendable." Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, each wordless moment stretching between them like a taut string on the verge of snapping. Bartolomé felt as though he were going to pass out from the overwhelming power exuding from the man across from him.

After a few minutes of awkward silence with the two of them standing in the room together, Bartolomé could tell that there was more behind this visit than simply picking up P.E. equipment. He stops messing with papers and books and casually walks to the door and closes it while asking, "Is there anything else that you need to ask or say, Coach?" The door closes with a click as now the two men are confined to the same close space. Coach almost seemed embarrassed; dare I say shy after Bartolomé asked the question.