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“Back to finish the job, are you?” glad1ator huffed when Luke walked in. Luke paused at the words before closing the door and walking closer to the fighter. The room was dim, lit faintly from the few small basement windows, letting in the flickering lights of the streets above as people walked past the building. glad1iator was curled up at the back of the room, his arms around his knees as he stared vacantly at Luke as he traversed the messy room.
Luke hadn’t realised glad1ator didn’t have a crew. The room was filled with various machine parts and reeked of grease. Grease that also seemed to be covering most of glad1ator. Luke let out a harsh breath and made it to the table glad1ator sat on.
“’Finish the job’?” Luke questioned. glad1ator smirked and lifted his head.
“Why are you here?”
“Wanted to see your team in a panic, mostly. But… You don’t seem to have one. And now I’m curious to know more, glad1ator,” Luke said. He was standing right in front of glad1ator now, their eyes locked in an unbreakable stare.
A heat stirred inside of him, a tingling in his fingers, his heartbeat rose, and Luke knew he was fucked. He’d been falling for glad1ator over the past few months of rivalry and fighting. Knowing just how talented glad1ator was, and how mysterious he remained had only made the feeling stronger. Luke had secretly hoped to find a rich crew working behind the scenes, something he could latch onto and regain his deep hatred for the young fighter. But there was no one here. Just a young man, shivering and covered in grease, his eyes betraying his pain and disappointment. He was irresistible.
“I don’t have a team, you are right. I used to have a friend who helped me, but she was taken from me. I vowed to win it all for her,” glad1ator said, his voice breaking at the end before he looked away.
Luke shuffled closer, into touching range. His body towered over glad1ator’s smaller frame, the young man shaking now before looking back with a glare. Luke smiled slowly, an uncontrollable and soft smile stretching across his face, and glad1ator stopped shaking. He uncurled and dropped his legs from the table in an open invitation to step between them. He sat up more as Luke stepped up against the table and placed his hands down framing glad1ator’s hips.
Their faces were so close, yet still not touching. Both their breaths came fast, brushing over their faces as they stared at each other. Luke could tell glad1ator’s heart was racing as fast as his own. It made him feel powerful. He was in control of this situation, and he could steer glad1ator in whatever direction he wanted. And yet, he still knew next to nothing about the young man, not even his real name.
“What’s your name,” Luke whispered. glad1ator’s eyelashes fluttered and he sighed.
“You may call me Jann,” came the breathless reply and Luke charged forwards, locking their lips. Jann moaned and his hands shot up to Luke’s shoulders, clenching tightly into the fabric of his shirt. The feel of the leather and mesh and skin and grease under his hands drove Luke mad with desire. Jann felt so good, so warm and real, under his touch. The young man’s muscles moved under his skin, so smooth and sensually, and Luke needed more.
Jann gasped so very sweetly when Luke slipped his fingers under his shirt, rolling it up on his chest. Jann panted as he slid back onto the table, putting his hands above his head and staring at Luke darkly. Luke exhaled loudly and crawled up on the table, shoving Jann to the middle. His mouth was on Jann’s chest immediately, sucking and licking and biting on the warm skin, moving from the centre of his chest to a nipple. He circled the hard nub with his tongue before biting down and pulling up.
Jann screamed and his hands came down to pull on Luke’s hair, his fingers twining through the strands. Luke hummed and moved to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention on the other nub. Jann writhed under the ministrations, pulling harshly at Luke’s hair. Luke grunted and thrusted his hips into the table, his dick hard and aching in his jeans.
“Fuck, baby,” Luke grunted and leaned down to kiss Jann once more. Jann groaned and pulled Luke closer, their bodies pressed close together and moving in a sensual dance on the table.
Jann’s hands suddenly tightened on Luke’s waist and before Luke realised what was happening, he was on his back and Jann was pulling his jeans down. Jann licked his lips with a smirk as he stared at the newly exposed skin. Luke blinked down at the young man, his head still trying to catch up to the current events when Jann’s full lips surrounded his dick.
“Fuck!”
Jann hummed and slowly sank down, his mouth a hot and tight tunnel around Luke’s dick. The kid kept surprising him, for he was clearly experienced in the art of dicksucking when Luke had assumed he was inexperienced. Not that he minded of course, this was much preferred. Jann moaned as he sucked Luke’s brains out from his dick, moving his head up and down rhythmically, his hand joining the action at the base of Luke’s dick. Luke moaned openly and stretched out on the table, his hips moving up.
Jann’s mouth left his dick and Luke let out a groan. Jann continued jerking him while his mouth moved over Luke’s hips and then thighs before suddenly pushing Luke’s legs up and folding him in half. Luke hummed in confusion and looked down before letting out a yelp at the feeling of Jann’s tongue on his ass.
“Fuck!” Luke screamed through a moan. Jann grunted in response and licked over his hole. Never in his life had anyone ever put their mouth to his ass, hell, no one had ever even licked his balls before. Luke trembled as the tip of Jann’s tongue teased over his quivering pucker.
Jann added a finger and somehow that was better. The young man felt around, rubbing his slim finger against Luke’s sensitive walls and forcing all these embarrassing sounds from him. Luke gasped and closed his legs around Jann’s shoulders when Jann rubbed over this spot inside of him and everything whited out.
“Aah, fuck, please,” Luke pleaded. His body trembled as Jann added another finger and spit into his hole between them. It was honestly disgusting, but Luke didn’t fucking care. He needed more, he needed to see where this was headed. Fuck that, he knew where this was headed. He’d never bottomed before but he was desperate for it now.
“Come on, hurry,” Luke begged through a sob. Jann pulled his face back. His eyes were dark and wild, and his cheeks were flushed. Luke swallowed when he looked at those full lips all swollen and wet. Shit.
“Okay,” was all Jann said before spitting on his cock, spreading the saliva around before lifting Luke’s hips onto his thighs. Luke blinked and wondered when they had both gotten naked, everything a blur of sensations.
“Oh, fuck,” Luke groaned when Jann started pushing in. He hadn’t looked very intimidating, but his cock was much bigger than his fingers and the stretch was a lot. Jann panted into his face as he slowly pulled back a little before pushing back in deeper, fucking into Luke with slow and steady strokes.
Luke whimpered under him, his hands clasped onto Jann’s back. He felt so full and vulnerable. Jann’s face was a real picture. He looked very young and about as overwhelmed as Luke. It made him feel less bad about the situation. But he still felt pissed about how he had somehow ended up as the submissive one.
“Shit,” Jann breathed when he finally pushed all the way into Luke. Luke moaned in agreement.
And then Jann started moving, thrusting fluidly in and out of Luke. Luke cried out and moved his hips to match Jann’s rhythm. They moved smoothly together for what felt like ages. Right when Luke’s need to hurry up and cum already became overwhelming, Jann increased his speed, fucking into Luke fast and hard. They lost their matching rhythm and instead chased their peaks, skin slapping, mouths gasping and muscles clenching.
“Jann,” Luke moaned before seeing stars. His whole body shook as all his muscles tensed. He was pretty sure he blacked out for a minute. When he came too, Jann had pulled out and was cumming over Luke’s tummy. Luke stayed where he was, just breathing for a moment while his body and mind slowly floated back to earth. Jann curled up besides him and they cuddled in the afterglow.
Luke was pretty sure he napped for a good while before waking up to Jann gently stroking his hair from his face. He abruptly sat up and moved away from Jann. Jann blinked owlishly at him before sitting up too. Luke felt awkward and uncomfortable now that the afterglow had receded. Instead, the anger bubbled up to the surface and he shoved Jann aside to jump off the table, hastily grabbing his clothes and throwing them onto his body.
“This never fucking happened. I don’t give a shit about your dumb fucking face. Tough luck about the loss and your friend and all, but we are nothing. You hear me!? We are not friends. We’re enemies. Rivals at best. Don’t fucking talk to me,” Luke growled. Jann flinched at his loud voice but nodded once Luke finished talking. Luke huffed and turned around. He rushed out of the room and to the shitty shed he was staying in.
He was never going to forgive Jann for fucking him. His feelings hadn’t wavered for a moment, and he knew and acknowledged that he still loved the young man. But he could repress those feelings. He had more important things to worry about after all. g3rard was already confirmed to be in the finals and that meant more prep work. Who the fuck even cared about some loser anyway.