Pushed Over the Edge

Steele couldn't help but roll his eyes when Judah locked the door. Really? Locking a door in Steele's own home? He huffed, turning to his room where he pulled on a fresh shirt and pants.

Judah turned on the water, as hot as it could go, and stepped inside, stifling a cry at the hot temperature. He felt used. Disgusting. And all because they'd had a spat because of the restaurant.

Steele put away a load of dishes That had been sitting in his dishwasher. He sighed, glancing toward the bathroom. God, he couldn't believe how amazing it felt to finally put Judah in his place. The kid was a spoiled brat and had never been told no - or in this case, yes. Steele wondered if it had been enough to permanently change Judah's shit attitude or not.

Judah curled up on the floor of the shower, and closed his eyes, wishing this was just a dream. He sniffled, his eyes welling up with tears.

Steele headed into the living room, gathering their clothes that were just thrown about. He tossed them into the wash, intent on Judah not leaving tonight. Once the washer began, Steele grabbed a beer and settled on to the couch.

Judah finally stepped out of the shower, shaking from the cold air, and from thinking about what Steele had done. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, hissing it pain when it ran over his injured areas

Steele perked up at the sound of the shower turning up, his brows raising. As he glanced toward the bathroom door. Rolling his eyes at how long it was taking, Steele stood and made his way toward the room. "Open up, Judah," he said, giving the door a light knock.

Judah had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming when he heard Steele's voice. He forced himself to open the door, but not before wrapping the towel around his body.

Steele huffed when Judah opened the door, rolling his eyes at Judah. "Stop acting like a baby. You're fine," he muttered, grabbing Judah's arm and leading him toward the bedroom. "Put some clothes on. Now."

Judah glared at the floor as Steele forced him to the bedroom. He grabbed a shirt with some band name on it, and a pair of pants, that he knew would be too big. He put them on quickly, trembling.

Steele didn't care one way or another how Judah was feeling, so long as he was respected. "Do you want to watch something and relax?" He offered, raising an eyebrow as he eyed the younger man

Judah shook his head. "Like I'd want to do anything with you," he said quietly, still staring at the floor. He was still trembling.

Steele wanted to laugh but he didn't. He instead closed the distance between the two of them. "Sorry, what? I didn't quite catch that," he mocked, raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips.

Judah tensed in fear when he closed the gap between them. "L-leave me alone," he stammered, "I don't w-want you near me..."

Steele grunted, reaching forward to run a hand through Judah's hair before yanking his head back. He forced the other to make eye contact with him. "That's not an option I gave you was it?"

Judah almost relaxed when Steele ran a hand through his hair, but a hoarse yelp escaped his lips as his head was jerked back. He whimpered, looking into Steele's eyes. "You d-didn't give me any o-options..."

Steele shook his head, a sour sounding laugh coming from him. "I asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and relax. That's your only option..." He trailed off, hand going to Judah's side. "Unless you're already ready for round two?"

Judah trembled more when Steele's hand moved to his side. "Don't touch me," he said, "I'll watch the movie..."

Steele let out a small laugh when Judah reacted. He nodded, dropping his arm and motioning for Judah to lead the way. "You can even pick the movie since you were good," he spoke, sarcasm dripping from his words as he made his way to the couch before siting down

Judah's eyes watered slightly as he walked in front of Steele. He hated the other, and would be happy if he never had to see Steele again. He couldn't tell if Steele really wanted him to choose the movie or not