Defeating the Odds

by Kacey Hamford

  My back arches off the bed from the contact. His warm, wet mouth takes me in, all the way to the back of his throat. I groan out his name as he keeps sucking and licking.

  “Damn, Damon,” I moan out, my strained voice filling the open room. The sound of the waves surrounds us and becomes the base to our throaty moans. I always loved to watch Elliott when he had gone down on me, but with Damon… Fucking hell, it is like being in nirvana.

  “Fuck, that feels good. Harder, babe,” I manage to say between gritted teeth. His lips tighten around my shaft and I feel my balls tighten.

  “I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck, make me come,” I yell. Damon lets my dick slip from his mouth.

  “Nope. I want you to come once I’m buried deep inside you.”

  “Fuck! Then hurry up and fuck me already. I am gonna nut, soon,” I tell him. He licks me one last time, slow and intense. He climbs off the bed and grips my thighs, yanking me to the edge. The condom and lube get caught by my arm and are dragged down with me.

  “Get me ready, Damon. Ready for you to fuck me senseless.” Damon quirks an eyebrow at my demand. Yeah, I know that he is a demanding fucker, but hell, he needs to hurry the fuck up. I need to come, like yesterday.

  “Patience makes it all the more intense.”

  “I have no fucking patience when it comes to you and your body, babe. I need you to take me. Now.”

  Damon chuckles and picks up the bottle of lube. He applies some to his fingers before rubbing them against my arsehole. The one place I want him more than anything. One finger slides inside me, and my body tenses for all of five seconds. I relax as he pushes in further.

  “More,” I grind out. He doesn’t disappoint. He adds another finger, stretching me ready for his huge dick. “I need you inside me, please,” I say, closing my eyes. His fingers leave my body, and I look down at him to see him rolling the condom over his shaft.

  “You ready for me? I can’t hold back. It won’t be gentle,” he says in his sexy voice. It is a low, gravelly tone.

  “I don’t want gentle, Damon. Hard and fast, babe. Don’t hold back.” I feel the head of his cock push against my tight hole. He pushes in, inch by inch. I hold my breath as he sinks deep inside me. He growls and all my senses snap. I moan out into the room as Damon picks up speed, taking me with each thrust. I take my own cock in hand and start pumping away in time with his thrusts.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant out.

  “Shit, I’m not going to last. This is the best place to be. You’re amazing.” Damon confesses.

  “Harder. I’m gonna come, babe.” I can feel my balls tighten as Damon picks up the pace, chasing his climax. One, two, three more thrusts. my spine tingles and cum explodes from my cock.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I cry out, as my body locks up. My cum lands on my stomach and chest. I don’t have time to relax as Damon pounds faster and harder, until a loud groan rips from his throat as he comes inside me, filling the condom.

  We pant, trying to catch our breaths, as we settle on the bed. Damon is still on top of me and the weight of him there feels amazing. He slowly moves out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and walks over to the bathroom, disposing of the condom. He returns to the room with a flannel in hand and cleans me. The action makes my heart clench and fall that little bit more for him. No words are spoken as we lay on the bed in each other’s arms and let sleep take us. Take us to places that we are going to travel together.

  I’d woken up nice and refreshed this morning. That workout last night had been just what I’d needed. Being with Ford was like nothing else in the world. I never knew I could feel like this with someone else. I love the fact that he’d let me top and allowed me to be in control.

  I stand on the decking, staring out at the beach. I think a run is in order today. I need to keep my cardio up or else my body will crash and burn when Coach gets his hands on me.

  I smile as a large pair of hands circle my waist. As soon as Ford touches me, my cock comes to life.

  “Morning.” I smile, turning my head to give him a kiss.

  “Morning, babe. You okay?”

  “Yep. I’m thinking we should go for a run this morning. Look at that beach out there.” Ford looks in the same direction as me.

  “I could go for a run. It is a beautiful beach. We don’t get shit like that back in the UK.”

  Ford goes back inside to grab his trainers as I jog down the steps and start to stretch. We’d be making the most of this beach.

  “Ready?” I ask as Ford finishes stretching. We both decided it was too hot to wear t-shirts, so we just slapped on some sun lotion. I couldn’t stop staring at his chest. The tattoos made him even hotter. I couldn’t wait for him to get some more ink.

  Ford nods his head and we start off at a steady pace. Before long we were trying to outrun each other. Until we fall onto the sand, breathless.

  “Shit, you’re fast,” I gasp. I had to have a high level of cardio, but I only had to keep my energy levels up for five minutes at a time.

  “I have to be. I run around a full-sized pitch for ninety-minutes every weekend. I need the speed and stamina.”

  “Oh, I’ve got the stamina.” I wink at him and he chuckles along with me. “Talk to me. How are you doing? Are you nervous about going home and coming out to the world?”

  “I bet you do. I am nervous. I know that not everyone will be okay with me being gay, but you and everyone that has supported me has made me see that if they can’t accept me, then that is their problem, not mine.”

  “I get that you’re nervous. It’s a big thing, and you’re right, not everyone will support you. It took my dad a little while to get used to it. I’m convinced he would feel much better if I was with a chick.” I sit up and brush the sand off my hands. Ford comes closer to me and we both stare out at the sea.

  “I know that my dad would never have liked it. My mum is pretty open-minded. I have a gay cousin and she loves seeing her happy. I need to suck it up and deal, I guess, because now that I have had you, I can’t let go, Damon, and I know that you won’t hide.”

  “I won’t hide. I’m sorry, but my life includes me being out of the closet and I can’t think of anything worse than pretending that I don’t have a partner. And trust me, you don’t want that either. The amount of men who flock to my changing room after a fight is unreal.”

  “Fuck that, you are mine, Damon Vardy. I will knock anyone out if they touch you.”

  I glance at Ford and see he is dead serious.

  “You don’t have to fight for me. I’m yours.” I cup my hand around the back of his head and pull him closer to my lips. I don’t miss the way his eyes look around quickly before he kisses me back. It doesn’t bother me. It is a lot to get used to, and you can’t really do this out in the middle of the street as many people are not accepting of gay men. It doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t walk down the road holding his hand. We are together, and I am proud to call him mine.

  “It’s okay, no one is watching us here. It’s practically empty,” I whisper against his lips.

  “I know. I will get used to it. I promise.”

  “It’s a big step and we can go at your pace. Your family already know that you’re gay, right?”

  “No. I need to do all or nothing, babe. I will chicken out, and I can’t afford to do that. I want it all, and yes, my family know.”

  “Well, I’ll be there to support you, every step of the way.” I jump to my feet and hold my hand out for Ford. I pull him close and kiss the ever-loving shit out of him. When I pull back, he looks happy and dazed.

  “Race you back,” I challenge. I push him back to the sand and take off running. It was a dirty trick, but the only way I could possibly win. I dig my feet into the sand and push harder and harder. Once I get to the hut, I collapse on the sand at the same time as Ford. How the hell did he catch up with me so fast?

  “Did you order us breakfast? I’m starving,” I ask as I climb back to my feet and follow him inside.

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nbsp; “Yeah. It should be waiting inside. I had them set it up on the table. I ordered a bit of everything as I’m not sure what you like.”

  “I’ll eat just about everything. Eggs are a must for training, and smoothies are great before and after a workout.” I kick my trainers off as soon as I hit the decking. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.” I wink at him and know that he will be joining me.

  I glance at my phone as I check in on my emails. I am waiting to hear back from Coach about the details of my fight. I am pumped to be getting back into the cage, and I’m eager to start training. The only downside is I don’t know how much I am going to get to see of Ford. At the minute, we live thirty miles away from each other. We’ll make it work. I’m not losing him now. Not after going to rehab made my life better, made me find him.

  My phone beeps and I look to see it’s an e-mail from Coach.

  From: Coach@Wiltonfightclub

  To: DamonHotHeadVardy@Wiltonfightclub

  Message:

  Hey, Damon. I hope you’re having a nice and relaxing time. I need you back at the rehab centre in ten days. The press will be present and the publicity team think it’s a good idea for them to see you healed, confident and raring to go. This will be a great build up for your fight. To show everyone that you are back and ready to claim that number one title.

  Are you ready for it?

  Coach.

  Am I ready to get back in the cage? Fuck, yeah I am. Especially with Ford by my side. I hit reply and type out my email.

  From: DamonHotHeadVardy@Wiltonfightclub

  To: Coach@Wiltonfightclub

  Message:

  Coach, I am more than ready. I am ready to work my arse off for it.

  I’ll be there to show the press and everyone else that I am healed and in better shape than ever before.

  That number one title is all mine.

  See you soon.

  Vardy.

  I am about to turn my phone off when I realise that I don’t have any photos of my sexy man. He is sitting in the sofa area out on the decking on his laptop. Is it bad that I am wondering if he is betting? He seemed put together, and I never would have pegged him for being someone with an addiction.

  Curiosity gets the better of me and I stride down the decking and onto the sofa next to him.

  “Selfie,” I announce as I hold my phone up in front of us and start snapping. We are both shirtless again, and Ford’s chest has already started tanning. I snap pictures of us with our cheeks side by side. Him kissing my cheek. Me kissing his cheek. And, of course, one with our lips locked.

  “I’ll send these to you too.” I smile. He nods his head and continues on his laptop. I take a quick glance to see that he is messaging someone. He’s on Hi-Talk and looks like he is chatting to Cleo. I give him a quick kiss on his shoulder before climbing to my feet and giving him some privacy. I hate that I doubted him. If he says he’s healed and doesn’t feel the need to gamble, then I should believe him. I just hope that being at the fight with me doesn’t bring the feeling back. I’ll be his anchor as much as possible. We would not relapse. We were defeating the odds.

  We are in the last few days of our holiday and I am bloody gutted that we will be going back to reality soon. Damon is currently doing a work out on the decking part of our hut. To see that man work out is a porn film all on its own.

  The way his muscles flex, the way his skin glistens with sweat from the added heat.

  He is doing push-ups and his biceps are flexing like crazy, making my dick hard. I push down on my shaft through my shorts. I chuckle at the thought that a few weeks ago I was hiding who I really was. I was punishing myself by being too afraid to come out about my sexuality.

  I can’t take this for much longer. I lay my laptop on the seat next to me and make my way over to Damon. He has now changed his position, so that he is doing sit-ups.

  His eyes track me as I get closer. I lower to my knees and hold his ankles, loving the feel of his skin under my palms. I lean forward as he lifts up, offering my mouth for a kiss. Damon chuckles but we keep repeating the action.

  After he has done fifty sit-ups, he jumps to his feet. I’d sent a message to the resort’s concierge to have some fitness equipment delivered to us. Just some weights and a skipping rope that I knew Damon needed. He takes full advantage of having it as he starts his twenty-minute skipping session. By the time we have both finished our work out, we are both panting and sweating buckets.

  “Shower?” I offer. We are booked in for a water meal later this afternoon. It is where we sit at a partly submerged table, on partly submerged chairs, and eat our meal. I watch as Damon nods his head, smirking at me as he drops the skipping rope onto the table and follows me into the bathroom.

  “I’d never say no to that offer.” The water is running by the time he meets me in the bathroom, soothing over my aching muscles. I feel arms wrap around me and my body shivers, even with the hot water. That is what this man does to me. His hands slide up from my stomach to my chest, and he holds me against his body.

  I love the way he feels behind me. Damon turns me to face him. He drops a kiss to my wet lips, before lowering himself to his knees. My dick jerks at the sight.

  “Suck it,” I state. Damon looks up at me. His wet lashes stand out against his newly tanned skin. He is fucking glowing. And there I go again, sounding like a fucking female.

  “Did you just tell me what to do?” he says, closing the gap between his mouth and my cock. I nod my head and smirk at him. He shakes his head and leans in to lick my entire length. My body shudders from the sensation.

  “More, babe,” I grit out.

  “You will take what I give you. Who is in charge here?” he asks, taking another long lick. He smiles up at me as he sucks the head of my cock. Hard.

  “You are,” I force out through gritted teeth. “Harder.” My eyes are closed, and my head is thrown back. His mouth leaves my shaft and my eyes snap open. I look down at the man who is on his knees before me.

  “Why did you stop?” I ask, watching as he smiles at me.

  “Because I’m in charge.”

  “Fine. Carry on,” I say, amusement clear in my tone. I shrug at him, but he has mercy on me and takes me into his willing mouth. His lips wrap around the base of my cock, and his nose nuzzles the small amount of public hair I have there.

  Fuck. Me.

  He is deepthroating me. Holy shit.

  “Yessss,” I hiss. He feels so fucking good. His mouth is like silk; wet, warm silk. I look down and watch his head bob up and down my length. His stubble scratches against my shaft making me shiver. I catch movement between his legs, and I tilt my head to see that Damon is wanking off while sucking me off. Now that is fucking hot.

  “God, baby, that feels so good. Please, don’t stop.” He pulls his mouth away and looks up at me.

  “You’re being very demanding today. Maybe I should withhold your orgasm.” My shocked expression makes him chuckle.

  “Bastard. You wouldn’t dare.” He smirks at me and then gets back to bringing me to orgasm. My cries fill the room, as I shoot my load deep into his mouth. I pant out and lean back against the wall. loving the cold tile against my feverish skin.

  I watch as Damon sits back on his haunches and continues to wank off. My name leaves his mouth as he reaches his own climax.

  “Damn, that was hot,” I breathe.

  “I loved that. I’ll think let you be in control every so often. Don’t get used to it.”

  “Never. I like you controlling me. Now, let’s get ready and have this date that we’ve been looking forward to.”

  We were told not to wear clothes that we don’t want to get wet. So, I went for a pair of light brown cargo shorts and a navy t-shirt with flip-flops. Damon is wearing royal blue sport shorts, a black sleeveless t-shirt and has bare feet.

  We walk hand in hand to where we are having our date. We can see that some people are already seated at the tables. We tell the waiter our names and he seats
us with another couple. They smile at us as we take our seats.

  “Hello,” the lady greets.

  “Hi,” I answer. So does Damon.

  “We are on our honeymoon. What about you two? Lads weekend?” the bloke asks, placing his arms possessively around his wife’s shoulders. Damon chuckles at the action and shifts his chair closer to me.

  “Not a lads weekend, no. A romantic two weeks away. Just us two. We needed some time away from our hectic lives,” Damon explains. The woman beams at us for some strange reason, but her husband just offers us a warm smile. I guess we aren’t a threat to him anymore.

  “Do I know you from somewhere?” he says, looking at me. My gaze shoots to Damon, but he just kisses the side of my head and offers me a small nod of encouragement. He speaks before I do.

  “If you are into sports, then you may know both of us.”

  “I fucking love sports. I am a huge football fan.” I try not to cringe.

  “Who do you support?”

  “Chelsea. You?” I laugh, but I have to admire them, they are an awesome team.

  “I support Roake Town,” I reply.

  “He actually plays for them. He is Ford Matthews,” Damon, pipes in, pride lacing his voice. My heart swells at how proud he is of me. The guy looks super shocked, but we just chuckle at him. His wife elbows him as our food is placed on the table in front of us.

  “Roake Town? Really? Fella, you need to play for a proper team. ‘RT’ are fucking shite,” he jokes, trying to get me to bite, but I love the football banter. Always have.

  “If you say so. But we still took the FC cup away from the blues.” I take a deep breath and ask the question I feel I will be asking more people in my future. “Does it bother you that I am gay?” I hold my breath and Damon’s hand tightens on my thigh. I look at him and he offers me a smile, telling me he is proud of me and that he supports me. I look back at the couple and they are both looking between Damon and me.