I’m only sorry that you’re not here to help me deal with it. God, Aiden, I need to see you.
Macio’s raw honesty moved me deeply. Only the strongest of emotions or pure desperation would make a strong, private man like him say those things to me. I could play it cool, but games weren’t my thing. I’m covering your next match in Vegas.
I swore I could feel his intensity through the phone when he replied. I will have you – all of you. Repeatedly. This time there will be no interruptions to our breakfast.
His words caused goose bumps to pop up all over my body. Starting something with him might turn out to be the biggest mistake of my life, but I’d be damned if I went the rest of my life second-guessing what could’ve been with him. Don’t you threaten me with a good time!
Break time is over. Promise me you’ll meet me after my fight.
Promise. It was one I easily made. Message me when you can.
It was his turn to make a promise and he was true to his word every day for the two weeks leading up to his next fight. I let him take the lead because he was the one with the crazy schedule. We chatted with one another about anything and everything. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper for him with every conversation we had. I learned that Macio had a niece and a nephew he was crazy about. We talked about how we were both raised by single parents and marveled at how differently our surviving parents handled their grief and sorrow.
My mom took comfort in her children while Macio’s father found his in a bottle of cheap liquor. I had an entirely new respect for my mom as a single parent and for Rico and Macio for practically raising themselves. He told me about the homophobic things his dad would say in front of him and Rico and I understood that it was more than losing his career that worried him. Even though his father wasn’t much of a parent, he was the only one Macio had.
So, what happens when I push the little phone icon thingy? Macio asked the night before his fight, the night before I laid eyes on him once more.
Then you get to hear my voice. It wasn’t more than ten seconds before he called me through the app.
“Aiden.” Just the sound of my name in his gravely, growly voice had me hard as a spike instantly.
“Oh my,” I said. “That’s the same voice you use when you’re coming inside me.”
Macio growled through the phone. “You know I can’t have sex tonight. I have to save my legs.”
I wanted to say, “To hell with it,” but fighting was his life and I’d never do anything to jeopardize his career. “Yeah, but I don’t.” That didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease him though. “I have every intention of jerking off tonight. The question is, do you want to participate and help me along or is that too much for you?”
“You better shout my fucking name loud enough for my neighbors to hear it in Vegas,” Macio replied. “One of these days, I want to watch you stroking your cock while thinking about me.”
“Macio.”
My need to touch him and taste him grew every day until I thought I would die from it. Phone sex wasn’t going to satisfy me completely, but it was enough to get me through one more fucking day. I released my aching dick from my pants and began to stroke it. I hadn’t been that hard since the night we spent together. It felt like I had just been going through the motions every time I took my dick in my own hand.
“There won’t be a single inch of your body that doesn’t know my mouth tomorrow night, Aiden.”
I jerked my dick faster and faster while Macio filled my ear with the dirty things he planned to do to me. When I came, I made sure I shouted his name as loud as I could. “Macio!”
“That’s what I’m talking about, baby.” Macio’s voice soothed me and helped me come down off my high. “You’re all mine tomorrow night.”
I was already his.
Aiden and I said our goodbyes, and having to end the conversation was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a while. Fuck, why did I have to have phone sex with him the night before my fight? My cock was raging like a pissed off teenager behind a senior citizen in line with coupons and I was just as anxious. Every time I saw a message from him, my breath got caught in my throat. It was like time stood still and he was all I could think about. I had to be careful where and when I read his messages, too. One time, Barry caught me and that prompted a twenty-minute conversation about how I needed to keep my mind focused on my career and not some guy I was fucking.
I told Barry he had nothing to worry about, but he knew there was something different about me; I really couldn’t hide it. But at least he didn’t pry too much. I was still on point in the ring, so I guessed he didn’t deem this new thing I had going on as a serious problem. As long as I increased my social standing and my brand, Rupert seemed happy.
Ahhhh man, what was I going to do about this hard-on I foolishly let Aiden seduce me into? Fucking tease. I was going to fuck him through the bed tomorrow night, I knew that much. I reached down, grabbing my big boy, and gave him a little squeeze.
“Mmmm, shit,” I moaned. This was no good. I needed to work that energy off.
I climbed out of my bed and did a few jumping jacks and then some push-ups. After I worked up a nice sweat, I took a cold shower, which felt fantastic. I climbed back in bed, and using the On Demand feature on my TV, turned to the World Entertainment Wrestling channel to watch one of their events, which I enjoyed. Where a lot of theirs was scripted, the beef we had in the ETC was real. We talked shit, we had to back it up. There were no heels or faces, just two fighters duking it out and the best one won. No fixed matches, unless you had a blind, dumb, or dirty referee.
I thought about my opponent for tomorrow, Derek McConnor, fucking blowhard. He thought he could intimidate me at the weigh-in, flashing his puny muscles and breathing his stinking fucking breath in my face. I just stood my ground and stared him down like he wasn’t shit. I’d prove McConnor wasn’t shit in the ring, too. I had worked too fucking hard to do anything less. And I hated having to cut weight to be able to defend my title. If there was one thing about my career I detested, it was cutting fucking weight, but that was why my diet was so strict.
It was also one of the reasons I wasn’t so sure I wanted to balance the line between my current light heavyweight class and the heavyweight one. One pound over, and I’d lose my chance to fight in the light heavyweight division. I was comfortable where I was, for now. Rupert wanted me to strive for both, but for him, he was just seeing more dollar signs with all the promotion and endorsement that would be coming my way being able to hold two belts if I could make it happen.
I trusted Rupert, but fighting was my expertise and you could only put the body through so much. I sat back and enjoyed the wrestling show, then turned off the television to go to sleep. Contrary to what people thought, I slept pretty damn well the night before a fight, which only helped me stay focused in the ring better. I smiled before I drifted off to sleep, imagining the banging I was going to give Aiden’s sexy ass tomorrow night in my hotel room. Yes, indeed.
I woke up charged and ready to take on the world. I hit the gym for some quick sparring, not too much; I didn’t want to wear myself out, just wanted to get my blood pumping. I had a great meal loaded with protein and the day went by pretty fast. There was always a lot of fanfare the night of the fight. Pre and post-fight conferences where they hyped the fighters and got people even more excited about the upcoming matches. I was guessing there were going to be tons of pay-per-view purchases like usual.
Barry was chatting with the cut doctor, which gave me a little bit of free time to message Aiden.
Are you here? I sent the message, smiling at my screen as I waited for his response.
I wouldn’t miss your fight for the world, he sent back.
My smile widened when I saw those words appear. My heart skipped a few beats and my dick reared its ugly head, but I ignored it. My fingers blazed over the screen as I typed my reply.
This fight’s for you, baby. I’m going to kick this guy’s ass
and wipe the mat with him.
You better.
Speaking of things we better do, you better not be wearing any underwear, unless you want me ripping them off of you, I typed. I could just see him blushing and grinning at the message. God, he was so sexy! But more than just his physical beauty attracted me to him. He was gorgeous inside and out. It was so easy to talk to him, even through texts. Over the past few weeks, I felt closer to Aiden, more than I did with my own brother. I told him things I couldn’t tell anyone else, not even Barry or Rupert. Yeah, we definitely had something special going on and I was going to see it through all the way.
Maybe I do want you to rip off my underwear, Aiden replied. Maybe I’ll even wear some edible ones so you can eat them off me.
Ahhh fuck… the things he did to me! My dick jerked beneath my cup and I knew it was looking to play. I laughed at the thought of me eating off his underwear. The calories alone would be hazardous to my health, let alone the flavor. I was not a fan of edible undies.
Spare me the edibles, baby. I have to watch my figure, I replied.
And what a great figure it is to watch. All right, then, no edibles, but I will be wearing underwear. I want you to rip them off me.
Fine then, have it your way. I smiled as I thought about how much fun I was going to have after the fight.
“Hey buddy, time for the pre-fight conference. You ready?” Barry asked me.
I hurried up and typed the letters TTYL and slipped my cell into my pocket, then stood up. “Yeah, let’s do this.”
I went to the conference and did the poses they want us to do, facing off with our fists raised. Once again, Derek was flapping his big fucking mouth off about how I wasn’t shit and how he was going to make me his bitch.
“I’m going to beat the fuck out of you, bitch,” he said as he nudged his forehead against mine.
I shoved him back and he charged forward. The president of the promotion, our coaches, and security got between us, pulling us further apart as the media went into a frenzy. Cameras were flashing like crazy as the crowd erupted in excitement. This was a highly-anticipated match, as Derek had surprised everyone by defeating Garret Silva in the match to see who’d challenge me. Garret had been on a winning streak at the time, and the fan favorite, so it was a huge upset.
I let Barry and my corner crew lead me back to the dressing room so I could get prepared for the fight. I couldn’t help but wonder if Aiden was in the crowd of media pundits, flashing their cameras or camera phones. I bet he was, and I felt sure he was looking damn good, too.
“Hey, are you focused?” Barry asked me, slapping my cheek lightly.
I nodded. “I’ve just got my head in the match, Barry. Thinking about how I’m going to tear down my opponent,” I said, which was a total lie. I was thinking about how I was going to rip off Aiden’s underwear and then wondering which kind he would be wearing. Boxers or Briefs? Or would he totally blow my mind and be wearing a jock or thong?
Barry smiled. “Good. That’s where you head should be. Now, remember what we talked about. Keep your distance from this guy, he’s got a longer reach than you and he’s a fucking cheater. If he goes to gouge your eye, that’s when you counter with the arm bar, don’t let up until he submits. You need to be prepared for him to cheat.”
“I am,” I said. I’d break his fucking arm if he tried that shit. I’d seen guys bleeding bad and losing their eyesight because of that illegal maneuver. I was going to be on my guard with Derek.
Barry laughed as he tied up my hands with the commission standing by, watching to make sure we weren’t going to be cheating on our end. We then put on the gloves provided by ETC, as I couldn’t fight with my own. All to keep things fair and standard. I had two more company endorsements on my shorts now. Michaelson’s Sports was the first, and now I had American Franks and Texbest Beef. That meant more money for me and my team.
“You ready to kick this motherfucker’s ass, kid?” Barry asked me.
“Fuck yeah.” I made my way out of the dressing room, towards the octagon-shaped ring. My opponent was already waiting and bouncing around, throwing punches like that was going to unravel me. I took off my robe and stepped into the ring. We both approached the referee and stood glaring at each other as he went over the rules. When the bell sounded, I became The Hitman.
We circled each other for a second before we collided, fist and legs being blocked and countered. I had studied all of Derek’s fights and knew his weaknesses, and when he charged me, throwing a right hook, he lowered his guard and I took a chance, side-stepping and leaping with a knee to his chin. The blow knocked Derek dizzy as his head snapped back, and that was when I was on him, following up my successful blow with a barrage of punches he tried to block until I tackled him, taking him down and giving him more punches until I landed another good blow that rendered him loopy as fuck.
Before I could throw in another right hook to truly put his lights out, the referee yanked me off of him, shoving me back, and then turned to check on Derek. After a few seconds, he declared him KO’d and I raised my hands in victory as my corner rushed into the ring, congratulating me.
“Fuck, that was forty-two seconds, kid!” Barry exclaimed as he beamed from ear-to-ear.
Well, damn, that was a record for me! I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him and my trainers. Every win I got meant they were all doing something right. I wanted to celebrate, but not in the way they wanted me to. Lots of requests to go out drinking, but I turned them down. Said I just needed to decompress. There was only one person on my mind right then. I couldn’t wait to get done with the post-fight conference where I saw Aiden in the crowd, smiling back at me.
I was curious what he was going to ask when he raised his hand. I nodded at him and he stood up. “So, now that you’ve successfully defended your title again, how do you plan on celebrating tonight?”
Ahhh, the little slick bastard. He knew how I planned to celebrate. It was our special secret and my cock stirred in my pants as I thought about how I planned on spending my night. “I’m a chill kind of guy. The only thing I want to do now is eat something tasty and suck down a nice protein drink.” It was the boldest thing I’ve said publicly and that was only because the true meaning of my words would hold relevance to Aiden and no one else. To the other sharks in the room, they’d just think I was going home to eat a big dinner or even dessert and drink one of our sports drinks. That was what I hoped they’d think, anyway.
I answered a few more questions, then I stood up when Rupert came to save me. He knew my limit was ten questions. That was good enough, especially since I was being more media-friendly and actually answering their questions. As long as they weren’t too intrusive. For instance, one bastard had the nerve to ask me about my sex life when I was walking to the stage at the weigh-in; I just ignored him. Now that I was done with the conference, I slipped out of the arena, climbing into the limo with Barry and Rupert.
This time, Rupert and I were going to the same hotel, Barry was going home. We only rented the limo for fight night. Rupert was all about arriving in style like a champion. Me, I could care less. My hog was good enough, but whatever. As long as I got back to my hotel room quickly, I was fine with the transportation. They were talking to me and I was nodding, but the only thing on my mind was Aiden and finally being able to be with him again after all these weeks.
It had been a brand new kind of torture for me to be thinking about him and not being able to have him. I could almost taste him on my tongue and couldn’t wait to lick every inch of his perfect, sexy body.
“Hey, kid, are you listening to me?” Rupert asked.
I turned to him. “Um, sorry. Just coming down from an adrenaline high.”
“We need to capitalize on this win, kid.”
I held my hand up. “Rupe, I get you’re ready to dive into the next venture, but let me have tonight be a business-free zone, okay?”
He smiled and nodded. “Sure. I get it. Sometimes I get so excited for
your success and I want to be a part of it. I just want to see you soar, Macio.” He put his hand on my knee, patting me. He gave my knee a little squeeze before removing his hand and sitting back. It was an odd exchange, but maybe he just felt emotional because of how the night had gone.
“Thanks, Rupert. I really appreciate you,” I said. I wanted him to know that I cared about him and respected his position.
“I’m surprised you didn’t want any escorts tonight,” Barry said.
Rupert frowned and looked at me. “You didn’t?”
Damn Barry, I wished he hadn’t brought that up.
I shook my head. “Not tonight. Just want to rest,” I lied.
“Well, whatever my boy needs to unwind. But you let me know if you’re feeling randy,” Barry said.
I smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry, you’ll be the first person I call.” I hadn’t wanted to fuck an escort since the night Aiden and I had sex. It was odd. That was supposed to be a one night stand and I was supposed to move on, but I just didn’t want meaningless sex any more. I needed to feel that connection again and I had only had those feelings with Aiden. Being inside of him calmed the beast inside of me. He made me feel like I was more than just a fighter.
The limo pulled up to my favorite hotel, and both Rupert and I climbed out after saying our goodbyes to Barry. Rupert helped me maneuver my way through the crowd that had gathered in the lobby to congratulate me on my win. I was polite, but relieved when we were finally on the elevator.
“Exciting night, eh?” Rupert said.
“Yeah… can’t wait to relax.”
“Well, make sure you do,” Rupert said right before the doors opened on his floor and he walked off.
Once I got to my room, I set my belt down on the dining room table and sat down in one of the chairs as I waited for Aiden. I texted him.
My cock is hard and I’m waiting.
Open the door, he texted back.
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