“Nearly fifteen years of judo will do that,” Aaron spoke back, his voice tight, his eyes concentrated completely on Brad. It seemed that Aaron also was determined to win, and if he’d really had so much training than it seemed that maybe Brad wasn’t going to have as easy a time as he had thought.
Once more, they walked in tight circles around each other, in the space that they’d cleared by pushing Brad’s coffee table out of the way. Their eyes locked, and there was something in that gaze that Brad wasn’t used to, a sort of tension that he’d never felt with anyone that he’d fought before.
It was sex, damn it. Even now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it and watching as Aaron started to sweat, a shimmer on his pale skin, seeing the look in those unique eyes of his, it was definitely pulling his attention away. Not something that he was used to, but he also couldn’t deny that it was true.
Brad punched again, and this time, he didn’t pull it. Anyone who had been in a martial art as long as Aaron had been would know how to take a punch, and he was right not to worry about it, because Aaron rolled with it, his body flowing like a river to absorb the strength of it.
But Brad was off balance for maybe a second, if that, and Aaron reacted. He threw himself at Brad again, a leg slipping behind Brad, and gripped his shoulder. This time, the world spun around him, and Brad hit the ground, his back smacking into the hardwood floor.
Oddly, there was no pain to it. Aaron was good, damn good, taking him down but not hurting him, easing Brad into it, despite Brad’s greater size and strength.
“Okay, so I’m impressed,” Brad admitted, and Aaron shot him a grin, a real, sincere, wide grin that lit up his whole face, then struck again, as quick as a snake.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Aaron promised, and then, just like the snake that Brad had been reminded of a split second ago, Aaron wrapped around him again, muscles flexing, trying to push Brad over onto his stomach.
Brad hadn’t taken years of judo, but he had been in more than a few fights before Julie had straightened him out. He certainly knew not to let himself be pinned, and there was more brute strength than skill to the way he rolled them both, trying to free himself, turning so that he was facing Aaron.
The younger man froze, and at first, Brad just thought that he wasn’t used to having someone fight back. But then he felt it, an insistent jabbing against his hip, hard and demanding. And Aaron’s cheeks were flushed with more than just their wrestling match, Brad was sure of it.
So Brad did the only thing that he could think of to do, something that he was pretty sure wasn’t a legal move in any judo dojo. He shoved a strong leg between Aaron’s and wrapped his arms around the sweaty young man, and then he pressed a hard, eager kiss on him, his leg rocking up against Aaron’s cock.
The match was really over then, and Brad didn’t think there was a winner, not exactly. Or they had both won, more accurately, as their bodies tangled together. They had both stripped down to just their pants, and the bare skin of their chests rubbed together as their hips pressed closer.
“So who won?” Aaron gasped, his hands plunging down into the elastic waistband of the sweats that Brad had changed into for this. Strong fingers grasped at his ass, and Brad almost forgot, for a moment, that he’d even been asked a question.
“We both did,” Brad finally murmured, and then he kissed Aaron again as they rolled. It was odd how similar wrestling was to really rough, dirty sex. Brad had never noticed before, but with Aaron, it was like it was impossible not to.
As they struggled together, strained together, Aaron tugged off Brad’s pants, which made Brad smirk. It was a relief, actually, to know that Aaron wanted this to go the same way that Brad did. It seemed like some sort of miracle that they shared this desire, too, that Aaron could really want him like this.
Brad made short work of Aaron’s pants, too, and then he was pushed onto his back, and he didn’t even try to fight it. Despite all of his best efforts, it seemed he did have at least some trust for this young man.
Aaron settled down on top of him and damned if it didn’t feel like the gorgeous young man belonged there. Their hips pressed close once more, even closer this time because of the way that gravity pulled Aaron down against Brad. Aaron’s cock, fully hard, covered in slickness already, rubbed against Brad’s, and it just really wasn’t fair how such a small thing could drive him insane.
Brad had never had a lot of patience for foreplay. It was something to be done as much as needed to be done in order to get the other person into it enough to go. But with Aaron, he didn’t mind. At all.
Maybe it was because foreplay with Aaron was more intense than full out sex was with most people. With anyone that Brad had ever been with. It was just as satisfying to writhe up against Aaron, to groan and to hear Aaron’s noises in return, as it would be to be in bed and inside anyone else.
They kissed, and this little thought came into Brad’s head for the first time ever. Well, no, that wasn’t quite true. It was a thought that he’d had exactly one time before when Aaron had asked him before if he would ever bottom.
Where he was now, underneath Aaron, it seemed far more possible to him than it ever had been before. Not only possible but something that he felt a niggling little curiosity about, which he could honestly say hadn’t been normal for him at all.
What would it be like, if he just spread his legs and let Aaron slip down between them? If he took that gorgeous cock in his hand and put it against himself, if he breathed deeply and let Aaron enter him?
Unthinkable. Or it always had been before, so why was he thinking about it now? More than that, why were his balls tightening, his whole body tensing, why was he actually crying out wordlessly as he shot his come all over both of them?
Maybe Aaron felt it, too, because he was groaning, their lips crushing against each other, almost hard enough to bruise the tender skin as Aaron came, too. The hot gush of come coated Brad, mixing with his own, and it was into the kiss that Brad could finally let himself moan the young man’s name.
“I think we both need another shower,” Aaron finally managed, when they’d both come down a little from that amazing, shared high. Brad laughed softly, utterly amazed that this was happening, that after so long, someone was finally getting to him.
“We’ve already used a lot of water,” Brad improvised, though from the slight smile on Aaron’s full lips he wasn’t all that fooled by it. “Why don’t we shower together this time?”
In the end, that’s exactly what they did, though. And they probably didn’t end up saving much water, because they ended up spending a lot more time in the shower than either of them would have individually. But somehow, Brad couldn’t mind.
