Fighting This =LGBT= Sample

16 The Choice

Stefan gaped at the man standing in the hall before the door to his apartment. Chills went up his spine and his body seemed to be very interested in the fact that Dane was here. His head was a jumble of confusion though.

"W-What are you doing here?" Stefan's hand was still gripping the knob of his door tightly unable to let go for fear that his hand would shake.

Dane's eyes smolder down at him in an intense gaze that never left his eyes. "You mean what am I doing here, rather than in Vegas supporting my team mate that is going after the welter weight belt?" His voice was quiet and low and he sounded angry.

Stefan tried to speak but nothing was coming out of his parted lips.

Dane took a step forward and Stefan instinctually let go of the door and stepped back.

Dane continued in a irritated growl. "Do you mean what am I doing here, rather than not dealing with two flights and a 5 hour lay over?" He took another step towards Stefan and just like before Stefan stepped back. Dane kicked the door closed behind him and continued his slow encroachment.

Stefan was trembling slightly as he started to try to speak. "I didn't mean to make trouble Dane I-" Stefan's back hit his kitchen counter and he jolted to a stop.

"You are the definition of trouble Stefan." Dane growled as he stepped into Stefan's space and looked down into his eyes. "You come with us and let Ace get you knock down drunk and let some fuck boy put his hands all over you. Then when I help you puke your guts out you cling to me..."

Stefan's face turns scarlet and he looks away as shame fills him.

"Then you're still trashed and think it's a good idea to run around in a fucking towel. Showing your fucking body to all the guys in our fucking suite." Dane growled again his fingers popping as he clenched his fists.

"That's not why I was-" Stefan tried to defend himself but the second he spoke Dane slammed his hands on either side of Stefan on the counter behind him.

"I don't give a damn why you did it." Dane's deep rumbling voice made Stefan shiver as he pressed himself back against the counter. "You pressed your naked body up against me. You flaunted your ass at me. You tried to walk out with your clothes barely on and I had to throw you into bed to get you to fucking sleep. Then you fall... so damn clumsy. You're a fucking danger to yourself you know. Then you leave after I try to teach Rage a lesson for being a fucking bigoted prick-"

"That's not why I left!" Stefan snapped at the intimidating man that had him caged against the counter.

Dane's eyes flared with heat as his jaw clenches. "Yes... So you said before. Then you turned off your damn phone and I wanted to fucking talk to you to explain-"

Stefan lifted his chin and yelled back at him. "Explain what? That you are a straight guy who would never be interested in me like that and the fact that I was "throwing" myself at you was sick and wrong and... and... " Stefan was getting quieter and quieter and he looked away at the end unable to finish his rant. "I never meant for any of that to happen... I wasn't trying to cause trouble or ... or ... "

Suddenly there was a hand in his hair and he jolted as he looked back up and then the fingers gripped his hair slowly. Those green eyes were dark and filled with something he didn't recognize. "That is what I find funny Stefan. You weren't even trying... weren't even trying to flirt with me but it was so hard to keep up the act. So damn hard to hide how fucking hard you were making me. How I wanted to rip that slutty dancer to shreds for touching you. How I wanted to take you against the floor the second you were on top of me. How I almost caved when you were laying on your bed looking so damn fuckable."