by Xenia Melzer
With that, he started trailing kisses down Leeland’s torso toward his twitching dick. When he reached it, he nibbled along the entire length, which drew an avalanche of moans from Leeland. Encouraged by this enthusiastic reaction, Jonathan held Leeland’s cock with one hand while he licked up and down as if it were a popsicle. His boy’s taste was slightly muddied by the gloves’ rubbery scent, so he took a moment to get rid of them. Since he didn’t plan on using another sound, he didn’t need them anymore.
After a few moments of intense licking, Leeland’s cock tasted of nothing but Leeland. Satisfied, Jonathan grabbed his boy’s ankles, pulled until his ass hung over the edge of the massage table, and then knelt down, draping Leeland’s legs over his shoulders. Seeing his beautiful lover so completely exposed had Jonathan almost coming in his pants. With an impatient gesture, he opened the fly of his jeans and freed his own cock. Then he went back to playing with his boy. He licked Leeland’s balls, alternately sucking them into his mouth until Leeland’s desperate pleas for more turned into incoherent gibberish. Jonathan then let his tongue wander farther down until he reached his boy’s delicious hole. It was already twitching madly in anticipation and eagerly swallowed Jonathan’s tongue when he pressed it against the rim. Since he was received so readily, Jonathan didn’t waste time being careful. He plundered Leeland’s hole with his tongue and lips, his boy’s cries growing louder with every sweep he did inside his hot channel.
Finally, Jonathan was no longer able to control himself. He rose, found the tube with the sterile lube, slathered it on his own desperately leaking erection, positioned himself, and entered Leeland with one powerful thrust. They both cried out, craving the intimacy of this connection with a hunger they had suppressed for the past months.
“So good, boy, so good. Finally, us again.”
“Jonathan, harder. Fuck me like you mean it!”
It didn’t take more for Jonathan to lose the last shreds of control. He grabbed Leeland’s hips so hard he was sure there would be bruises and pumped into him with his full strength. Leeland urged him on with groans and high-pitched squeals that told Jonathan exactly how good his boy felt. All too soon he felt the tingling in his balls and Leeland panted, “Close, Jonathan, so close. Can’t… the sound!”
Jonathan managed to grab the sphere. He faltered in his relentless rhythm for a moment while he pulled it out before he started pumping again, this time in short, brutal stabs that had Leeland arching his back. At the same time Leeland shouted out his release, Jonathan felt his own cock twitching deep inside his boy’s hot channel, filling it with his cum.
It took them both several minutes until they came down from their high, but when they did, they grinned at each other like madmen, full of love and satisfaction. Jonathan leaned forward to kiss Leeland, their tongues engaging in a slow, sensual dance that had his cock perking up again. When Jonathan broke the kiss and looked into Leeland’s eyes, he saw something there, a tenderness that engulfed him with its warmth. Jonathan felt Leeland’s fingertips brush over his cheek before his perfect, wonderful boy opened his lips to speak.
“Will you marry me, Jonathan?”
Jonathan was so stunned, he lost command over his larynx for a moment. Leeland’s eyes widened.
“Did I just say that out loud?”
The horrified tone broke the spell over Jonathan’s voice box. He grinned. “Yes, honey, you did. I guess my little slip when asking you to move in with me during aftercare is forgotten now?”
For a moment Leeland seemed confused. Then he lifted a brow, apparently remembering that particular scene. There was a challenging tone to his reply. “Depends on your answer.”
Jonathan turned serious. “You know the answer, honey. It can never be anything else but yes. I love you so much, I’d be honored to be your husband.”
“Good. You’re forgiven.” Despite the snarky words, Leeland was just as serious as Jonathan.
They smiled at each other, and Jonathan felt so full of love, he thought his heart would overflow.
“Seems like we really suck when it comes to timing. Could be difficult with the wedding.”
Leeland arched a brow. “I know a wedding planner now. I’m sure Seth will see to it that everything works out.” He sucked on his lower lip as if contemplating something. “We’d probably have to decide whether we want to wait until Collin and Martin have done the deed or if we want to do it right away.”
“Do they have a date yet?”
“Not as far as I know. Though I think Seth already has most of the ceremony planned out. He’s a sneaky bastard, using every chance to have Collin make a decision without him being aware of doing it.” Leeland looked pointedly at Jonathan. “Don’t think I didn’t realize what the cake samples were for.”
Jonathan chuckled and kissed his boy on the tip of his nose. “When did you find out?”
“I have to admit, it took me some time. I was a bit preoccupied that day. It hit me the morning after, under the shower.”
“My clever boy. I’m so proud of you!”
“Don’t patronize me. Back to the question at hand—are we going to wait?”
Jonathan thought about it for a few moments. “I like the idea of being engaged to you. We can go and find a beautiful ring, have an engagement party, bask in our promise. Then, if Collin and Martin don’t manage to tie the knot until the end of next year, we can have our ceremony. How does that sound?”
“Like a brilliant idea from a smart man.”
The cheeky smile his boy threw at him was enough to get Jonathan interested in a second round. Since his cock was still inside Leeland, Jonathan decided to indulge. He leaned down to kiss his boy’s sensual lips, while he stimulated his cock and balls at the same time. Leeland whimpered.
“So good, Jonathan, so good. Give me more.”
And just like that, Jonathan was rock-hard again, ready to give his sweet lover, his fiancé, another good pounding.
Epilogue
“I WONDER how long it’ll take Carlos to get his luggage.”
“Huh?” Leeland looked up from his left ring finger, where his gorgeous ring was blinking in the sunlight that filtered through the huge windows of MIA. They were waiting for Carlos. After Leeland’s victory, Carlos had come to Miami to meet Misaki and Greg and talk about joining their gym as a professional fighter. They had quickly come to an understanding, with Garrett backing up their decision. As of next month, Carlos would be an official member of Misaki’s UFC team, together with two more athletes who were hoping for a successful career under his ojisan’s tutelage. For the time being, Carlos would live with Greg and work as a boxing instructor for Garrett’s and Misaki’s gym. Once the new season started, he would go back to being a full-time fighter.
“I said, I wonder how long it will take Carlos to get his luggage.” Leeland saw the laughter in Jonathan’s eyes and shrugged. He was way too happy to feel insulted.
“Probably some time. He has at least four suitcases, or so he’s told me.” He went back to staring at his ring. They had gotten it four weeks ago in a little antique shop downtown. It was from the 1920s, a simple band made of blackened silver with three rubies worked into it. Leeland had seen the ring and immediately fallen in love. When it turned out it fitted him perfectly, Jonathan had bought it without hesitation, though he did complain that Leeland’s attention was mostly on the ring now.
“You’re in love with the ring, aren’t you?” Jonathan’s voice was soft, full of love.
“I’m in love with you. And the ring represents our love. So yes, I’m in love with the ring. Did you know this is the first time I’ve gotten a ring from a man?”
“Yes, honey. You’ve told me so a dozen times, don’t you remember?”
“I might have forgotten about it.” Leeland lifted his head so Jonathan could give him a kiss. Just when their lips met, Leeland saw Carlos coming from the baggage claim out of the corner of his eye. He stepped away from Jonathan and started waving frantically. The moment
Carlos saw him, his face lit up. He started running, abandoning the cart with four huge suitcases on it in favor of embracing Leeland.
When they separated, Leeland saw that Jonathan had taken the cart, probably to avoid a bomb warning. Unattended luggage could ruin a perfect afternoon.
“Carlos, may I introduce you to my fiancé, Jonathan White.”
Carlos shook hands with Jonathan. “Pleased to meet you, Jonathan.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” Jonathan seemed genuinely pleased. When Carlos had come to Miami two months ago to talk to Misaki, Jonathan had been on a business trip, and they had missed each other.
“Thank you for picking me up, Leeland.”
Leeland patted Carlos on the back. “No problem. Greg is very sorry, but the gym is so busy, it’s hard for him or Misaki to get off, and Jonathan and I were free. Anyway,” Leeland smiled, “I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Look!” He shoved his left hand in Carlos’s face. “How do you like it?”
Carlos seemed a bit confused until he spotted the ring. Behind Leeland, Jonathan chuckled.
“You better say something nice about that ring, or he won’t stop pestering you until we’ve dropped you at Greg’s place.”
Leeland pouted. He knew it wasn’t very mature, but when it came to his ring, he tended to be a bit extreme.
“It’s beautiful, Leeland. Brings out the color of your eyes.”
Leeland searched Carlos’s face and found nothing but sincerity there. He felt his face light up. “Thank you, Carlos. I like it very much. Do you want to grab something to eat before we leave, or are you good to go?”
Carlos made a face. “I’m good to go. I’m hoping to get something decent once I’m at Greg’s. He said something about eating out tonight.”
Leeland felt his eyes grow big. “Greg is taking you out? For a real meal? When did hell freeze over?”
Carlos grinned. “Yesterday, apparently. And it’s not as if I’m competing at the moment. I can slack off a bit.”
Leeland simply shrugged. “I’m so glad this is behind me. There were moments I could have murdered somebody for a bar of chocolate.”
“But you didn’t. Thanks to Collin, I think.” Jonathan leaned in from the side to kiss Leeland on the cheek.
Carlos shot him an inquisitive look. “What does that mean?”
Leeland patted Carlos on the back. “Nothing. Just that I have friends who dearly love me. Enough to help me cheat here and there when things got too rough.”
“You think they would want to become my friends as well?”
Leeland smiled broadly. “I’m sure they will. Here we are.”
They had reached the Volvo. Together they loaded the four heavy suitcases into the trunk before Jonathan drove them to Greg’s apartment. During the trip, Carlos wanted to know everything Leeland knew about the arson at his ojisan’s gym. Shortly after the championship fight, the arson investigator had made a breakthrough and found the culprits, some heavily misguided fans of Noah Adams who had taken his homophobic slurs too seriously and decided to act on them. As they found out quickly, burning down a building simply because their idol didn’t like the occupants didn’t save them from going to jail. They probably would have never been found if they hadn’t bragged about their terrible act on Noah’s Facebook. Apparently the idiots never died out. Then again, they might have felt encouraged by the daily hate speeches Noah posted on all his social media accountants. Losing against Leeland had obviously been a blow to Noah’s ego. He had fired his trainer and was now at a MMA gym in Texas that was supported by an antigay televangelist and his church. And Noah could use some divine intervention, since the police were breathing down his neck because of the arson in Misaki’s gym and his hate rhetoric. His future at the UFC was unsure as well. Through the grapevine, Leeland had heard that Dana White was seriously considering not offering Noah a new contract for the next season if he didn’t apologize for his behavior. Leeland thought it might be best if Noah lost his official platform as a UFC fighter, but it wasn’t likely. There would be some half-assed superficial apology written by Noah’s new PR manager, and then he would keep on spewing his hatred at every official function he could get into. The thought had Leeland slightly depressed but not for long. He had a friend to settle in.
When they reached the apartment, Leeland opened the door with the key he had gotten from Greg before handing it to Carlos.
“Let me give you the tour. I can help with the unpacking, if you want.”
Carlos smiled. “Thank you, Leeland. Give me the tour, but I think I want to do the unpacking alone. I need some time to digest my new situation.”
Carlos didn’t have to say more. Leeland knew how nasty the professional and personal breakup between Carlos and his stepfather had been. Mason hadn’t reacted well to his stepson leaving him to train with Misaki. There had been many harsh, hurtful words, and Carlos had lost the only family he’d had left. Leeland still hoped Carlos and Mason would be able to mend some fences once Mason had calmed down, but he wasn’t holding his breath. Mason wasn’t a pleasant man to begin with, and losing Carlos seemed to have set his worst side free, if what Carlos had told Leeland was anything to go by. He was just glad Carlos had managed to leave Mason when he still had the chance.
“It’s okay, Carlos. I understand.”
Leeland showed his friend around while Jonathan waited patiently in Greg’s living room. Once Carlos knew where everything was, they said their goodbyes and drove back home.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jonathan sounded worried. Leeland looked at his lover. This was the reason he loved the man so much. Jonathan might seem intimidating and harsh, but he had a good heart and cared deeply for others.
“Yes, I think so. He’s a fighter, not just in the octagon. He’ll pull through. And he has me now.”
Leeland saw a smile blossom on Jonathan’s lips. “That’s right.” He made the last turn before their apartment came in sight.
“Do you miss it? Competing, I mean?”
Leeland didn’t even have to think about his answer. “No. Definitely not. I did this for my oji, not because I had a burning desire to get back in the ring. As you may have noticed, all that alpha male posturing isn’t my thing. The only thing I’m going to miss a tiny bit is that shiny championship belt currently hanging in our closet.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Then again, probably not. It’s not really my style.”
Jonathan laughed. “No, it doesn’t suit you. You look far better in leathers of my choosing.”
Leeland’s cock gave an interested twitch at those words. “Which leathers would you choose for me to wear? I’m asking purely out of curiosity, of course.”
Jonathan drove the car into the garage before he turned to Leeland. The look he gave him was so scorching hot, Leeland thought he would melt in the seat.
“Why don’t we find out?”
“Oh yes, let’s.”
They left the car and went up to their apartment, hand in hand, and Leeland knew, if anybody asked him about the most perfect moment in his life, the answer would be every moment he spent with Jonathan. He looked at his wonderful lover and soon-to-be husband.
“I love you, Jonathan.”
Jonathan gave him a kiss on the nose.
“And I love you, Leeland.”
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