Arlon’s tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His mind raced as he tried to decidewhathe was alright with, but trying to process all of that at once overwhelmed him. His thoughts spiraled into a panic that was only broken when a gentle finger tapped the underside of his chin. It jolted him out of it so abruptly, he gasped as he lifted his head to meet Garrett’s kind smile.
“Hey, relax,” the other man said gently. “Let’s just spar, yeah? Then we can decide what we want to do after.”
Arlon grasped onto the familiar as he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do that.”
Garrett smiled as he stood before offering Arlon a hand up. He took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. All the while, he could feel Bridgette watching them, her gaze hot as a flame.
“Ready?” Garrett asked as he sank into a strong stance.
Arlon breathed a swear, shaking out his trembling hands before he lifted his fists. “Ready.”
“Ekat!” Garrett barked before lunging forward. Arlon sidestepped the grab and countered with a punch to the ribs. It didn’t quite get through the other man’s guard, but Garrett grunted at the impact all the same. Arlon’s knee quickly followed, and Garrett took a staggering step back.
“Good job making that opening,” Garrett panted before he lunged again, going lower. Arlon wasn’t quite able to step out of the way, but he widened his stance to just barely avoid being toppled. Garrett’s head was tucked against his stomach, arms held strong around his waist, and Arlon locked his grip around Garrett’s torso.
No matter which way Garrett moved, Arlon countered, keeping his legs well out of tripping distance. When Garrett shoved, Arlon shoved back, doggedly keeping his balance even as his strength started to falter. He’d gone all out in the last match and sweat made his grip start to slip.
In the split second it took to readjust it, Garrett found his opening. The other man threw his weight forward with a roar, breaking Arlon’s grip as he tackled him around the middle. It sent them both to the ground, but Arlon wasn’t down and out yet.
He thrust his hips up with all of his might, trying to dislodge Garrett. And for a second, he thought it worked. The other man’s weight lifted, yet when Arlon tried to scramble out from under him, regain his feet, Garrett tripped him onto his front. Weight bore down on him, pinning his cheek and shoulders against the mat as a gray forearm snaked around his neck, choking off his air. Arlon knew it was over, but he struggled until his vision started to darken at the edges before he finally tapped.
The arm around his neck loosened, and Arlon dragged in a grateful breath. Garrett lifted his weight a little, his arms moving to plant on either side of his head. Yet he didn’t get off of him like he usually did.
Instead, one knee settled between Arlon’s legs. Hot breath tickled at his ear. It made Arlon shiver as fear and desire collided in him.
“Is this alright?” Garrett asked, his voice a low, breathless rumble.
Even though Garrett had touched Arlon hundreds of times during their spars, it had never been like this. The energy between them had changed, shifted between breaths from sport to something else. Yet that part of him that wanted to flee quieted at the question. He could tap out at any time.
“Yes.”
Garrett’s head lowered, his breath turning to a gale by Arlon’s ear. Tusks and lips brushed against the back of his neck before a tongue darted out to taste the sweat on his skin. “And this?”
Arlon shuddered. The warmth of his breath made the skin on his neck ripple, every hair standing on edge. Fear tugged at the darkest parts of his memories, but once again, the quiet rumble of Garrett’s question staved it off.
“Yes.”
“Good,” Garrett murmured before his teeth bit down gently. Arlon arched, spikes of pain radiating from where the tips of Garrett’s tusks poked his skin. The residual rush from their spar was transformed to desire, surging hot. Arlon groaned, hands clenching to fists against the mat.
Yet unlike their spars, Garrett moved slow. He soothed the reddened spot on Arlon’s neck with another gentle lick before he sat up. His knees settled between Arlon’s legs before he spread them in one slow, smooth motion.
Arlon’s first instinct was to fight the move, close himself off, but he forced the instinct back. It felt too exposed, vulnerable, even while wearing shorts and a shirt. But then Garrett’s rough, calloused hand stroked gently down his back before a finger dipped at the edge of Arlon’s shorts.
“Is this alright?” Garrett asked.
Arlon’s heated skin felt electric under that gentle touch. “Yes.”
Garrett’s hand dipped further under his shorts, grazing over the muscles of his ass before coming to rest on his hip. He scooted his weight back, guiding Arlon up onto his hands and knees as that hand moved forward, tracing lines of fire across his hip. Fingers just barely brushed his cock through the airy shorts, but Arlon moaned all the same.
A smile crept into Garrett’s voice as he asked, “And this?”
Arlon swore, his tired arms shaking as he held himself up. “F-fuck, yes.”
Garrett’s calloused hand wrapped around Arlon’s straining length, making his hips buck entirely without his permission. His familiar weight settled against Arlon’s back as his other hand slid under his shirt, coming up to tease at his chest. Rough fingers trailed through his chest hair until Garrett found a nipple and pinched gently.
Arlon shuddered as he rested his forehead against his forearm, eyes clenched shut as he panted for breath. The hand around his cock started to move, stroking gently, but the rough fingers felt so different from what he was used to with Fawn. A sharper sort of pleasure that wrung an appreciative hiss from his throat.
Garrett shifted behind him, though his hand stayed firmly wrapped around his cock. The hand on his chest slid down and back, moving to fill the scant space between them. His hand trailed over the swell of Arlon’s ass before dipping down further, the thin shorts the only thing keeping him from touching his hole.
