Suit & Tie
"What did Steph say to you when you came back to the bench?"
"Steph was ecstatic tonight as a result of your performance. Would you say that reflects your guys' relationship?"
"Although you don't show it often on the court, do you feel the same way when Steph is the highlight of the game?"
Everything was about Steph. Why?
"He told me 'That's my guy'. It's a pretty accurate representation of us. Of course I do," Klay answered in a quick, monotone voice.
He tapped his foot repetitively on the ground and set his hands on the table, wanting to escape the interview.
"Alright everyone," the security guard announced. "Mr. Thompson's gotta go."
As Klay lifted from his seat, he watched the reporters watch him with the nonsatisfaction of not getting their answers. He and the security exited the room and strode down the dark, desolate hallway. At the end, they came to an abrupt stop.
"I'll see you later at the ceremony, Mr. Thompson," the security guard began walking off.
"See you," Klay responded, staring at the door in front of him.
He clutched the handle and turned it. As he pulled it out, the squeak of the hinges screeched into his ears. Despite the unpleasant sound, Klay continued on and entered the room. He closed the door behind him and right when he did so, he felt hands suddenly push his chest against the door. The man behind him was crushing Klay against the door. He grunted underneath the pressure and Klay attempted to turn his head to glimpse at who the instigator was, but a hand quickly grasped his hair and forcefully pushed his face into the door.
"Shit," Klay mumbled into the door.
The hands suddenly let go of Klay. For a moment, he thought that he wouldn't have to face his punishment. He dared try to twist his head to see his attacker, but Klay was quickly kicked in the back of his knees. He collapsed to the floor with his back hitting the ground first. Klay grunted as he slammed into the floor and laid their staring up with his limbs sprawled and belly exposed, but he was finally able to see the other man. Steph.
He set one leg on each side of Klay and lowered his pelvis so it matched up with Klay's. Steph suddenly grasped Klay's tie and pulled it like a leash. Klay squealed and felt the cloth around his neck choke him. He blushed and felt himself grow hard. Klay opened his mouth to breathe and sweat collected at his temples.
"Oh Klay," Steph purred. "I know you fucking like this."
Klay gasped for air as the tie was pulled even harder.
"Answer me," Steph commanded.
Klay quickly nodded as he struggled to get air.
"Good boy."
Steph let go of the tie and Klay was finally relieved of his air deprivation. Klay remained hard and red.
"Oh, Klay," Steph purred again. "You had an amazing game today."
Klay breathed underneath Steph. "Does this mean you'll go easier on me?"
Steph chuckled. "Depends on how much you beg for it. Plus, I know how much you like being in pain. Is that why you never smile?"
Klay stifled a smile. He began whining, "Steph, please, I want it."
"Want what?"
Klay frowned. "You know what the fuck I want."
Steph slapped Klay in the face.
Klay fell limp. After a couple moment, he lifted his head up and let the stinging pain settle into his face. He moaned out a low, pained sound.
