Takedown (9 page)

“You like a little frot, huh?” Luke breathed out against Mitchell’s lips, his voice hoarse and low. “Want me to pin you down and fuck my cock against yours?”

Mitchell nodded, and then Luke’s lips were on his ear and neck. “Oh! Y-Yeah, that sounds… worth exploring…”

Luke chuckled quietly, his warm lips pressing against the spot behind his jaw just under his earlobe. When Mitchell shuddered and gasped, he kissed again, sucked, and then flicked his tongue tip against Mitchell’s earlobe.

His cock throbbed with need again and he thrust hard against Luke. “Yes!”

Luke sucked on the lobe gently, flicking his tongue back and forth against it. Then he licked very gently up along the rim of his ear to the top and lipped it.

Mitchell’s whole body tensed and shuddered like another direct nerve ran down to his stomach and his cock. His cock felt impossibly hard, his legs spreading more so he could wrap his leg around Luke’s thighs. His other toes curled hard into the bed.

The whole time, Luke kept grinding in small circles and rhythmic little thrusts until friction burn started to get too much. Then, like the best-timed magic, a drop or two of precome must have trickled from at least one of their cocks, because it felt slick and
so fucking good
.

“Yes!” Mitchell groaned, his fingertips digging into Luke’s back.

“Wait ’till you feel it with lube. I don’t know how Turkish oil wrestlers don’t come all over each other,” Luke murmured into his ear between kisses along and behind his ear.

Then, Luke kissed down to his collarbone and nipple, his tongue tip gently flicking along it.

Mitchell gasped hard, nails scratching Luke’s back. “
Yes
!”

“You gonna come…” Luke sucked his nipple for a moment before finishing, “if I keep going?” Luke’s hot tongue darted across it.

Mitchell honestly couldn’t say he wouldn’t. “You should probably get around to fucking me soon.”

Luke’s laugh was low and rich. He pulled back to rummage around for lube. Mitchell kept his eyes closed to savor the moment and the last tingles of heat and coolness fading along his chest and neck.

Every single touch of their skin—even their thighs pressed together right now—made his heart jump into his throat and his cock ache for more. It was like he was addicted to the heat between them. Suddenly, Mitchell understood how fucking stupid guys got over it.

But half the appeal was that when he opened his eyes, it was
Luke
. Luke crouched over him squirting lube onto his finger, Luke’s dark eyes on his face, Luke’s broad fingers circling his hole slowly…

“I—I have toys. You don’t have to go too slow,” Mitchell mumbled. He’d never told anyone else that. Though he wasn’t ashamed, his cheeks burned anyway.

Luke grinned. “Hot,” he murmured simply, and then fingers pressed into Mitchell. For the first time, they weren’t his own, and they were slow and skillful.

Mitchell couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of broad fingers sliding into his own hole, and the half-fullness inside him. And even this was gonna be nothing compared to a cock.

But fingers pressing into him, sliding harder in and out of the slick hole, pushing against the hot button inside him until his toes curled into the bed and his cock twitched to an even harder length?

That was totally new, and Mitchell loved it.

Luke moaned his appreciation. “Fucking
hot
.”

“S-So’re you,” Mitchell panted, moving his hips up in slow thrusts into Luke’s fingers. He wanted so much more.

Then, Luke pulled his fingers out. Mitchell let his eyes close again to try to subdue the desperate
need
he felt before it consumed him.

Mitchell moaned quietly, his cock aching with need. It was so fucking hard to be left on the edge. Luke better not be dragging this out. He listened to the crinkle of a condom packet and the crack of the lube and the very quiet, slick sound of a fist rubbing up and down Luke’s cock, no doubt…

His eyes flew open again when he felt a hot, thick tip rubbing between his cheeks.

“Hello,” Luke teased, his face closer than Mitchell had expected. Then he leaned in to kiss him deeply, still rubbing his cock around the slick hole. Mitchell squeezed his eyes shut and pushed up in hopes of enveloping him.

Luke teased him, keeping his cock just out, though, even as he pressed against Mitchell.

Finally, Mitchell grunted through the kiss and turned his face sharply away.

“Now! Please…”

The demand surprised even him, but Mitchell meant it.

Luke obeyed and let his cock tip slide in while Mitchell hooked his feet around Luke’s thighs again to keep him close. In a few fluid, skillful thrusts, that hard length pushed deep inside him. The initial discomfort was already pleasure.

“Yes…!” Mitchell moaned, leaning up again to catch Luke’s lips and kiss him hard.

The wet, passionate kisses between them were quickly becoming addictive, too. He loved gasping against Luke’s lips, catching and sucking Luke’s bottom lip until Luke twitched with pleasure, and having Luke’s tongue tease his own until he squirmed.

But I think I have a new favorite thing. Luke’s cock, inside me.

“Yes,” Mitchell mumbled, turning his lips away so he didn’t get overstimulated by the new rush of sensations. Luke was thicker than most toys, but he could handle him. It was the velvety heat that was completely new. It wasn’t like fucking a cool jelly toy.

And Luke was fucking him nice and fluidly in slow, rippling thrusts, his lower back muscles rippling as he pushed deep inside and pulled back again.

Mitchell’s hands wandered down his back into the small of his back, then over his ass to admire the pulses and clenches of muscles. Each time Luke thrust, his whole body seemed to clench in a quick ripple of tightness.

Christ, Luke’s body blanketed him, pinning him in place like this were a mat, only… so much better.

Mitchell’s nipples rubbed Luke’s, and he twitched unconsciously a few times. Luke noticed, freeing one hand to reach between them and flick Mitchell’s nipples, then graze his cock.

“Hnnh!” Mitchell groaned, rolling his head back until Luke’s tongue darted down his throat to kiss the hollow at the base of his neck. “Yes!”

Every inch of him was filling Mitchell, and he could barely tell where he ended and Luke began. His cock throbbed between them with the need to come,
now
.

“Hard,” Mitchell gasped, and Luke threw himself into a rhythm that made the mattress creak and Mitchell’s nails dig into Luke’s back again. “Yes!”

Luke’s eyes were his fixed on Mitchell’s every time Mitchell looked at him. He was so focused on Mitchell’s pleasure. It was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

“Yeah,” Luke gasped roughly for breath. “You’re so damn good.”

Mitchell moaned again, and then he was pulling Luke in by the cheeks to kiss him again. He threw every ounce of passion and desire into it as his body clenched and shivered. Mitchell’s mind spun around the ultimate point of desire, winding tighter and tighter toward it.

Then he was flung into ecstasy with barely a moment’s notice, his body spilling into passion.

It was all Mitchell could do to gasp Luke’s name against his lips, his hands pressing into Luke’s shoulder blades while Luke thrust into him. His cock squirted between them, across his stomach, even without a hand on it. He’d never come hands-free before, but there was no way Mitchell could have
not
come in that moment.

Luke’s breathing was shuddery and his thrusting rhythm stuttered. Then Luke moaned and Mitchell forced his eyes open to watch Luke’s head snap back, his spine arching as he bared his teeth and growled. His hips thrust inside in quick, sharp pushes.

“Yes! Mitch!”

He didn’t like the nickname from most people, but he loved it spilling from Luke’s lips in the heat of the moment. Luke pounded him into the mattress a few more times before his grip finally relaxed and his hard body started to soften.

Mitchell pulled him down, grabbing his ass and back to guide him down as he let his feet fall flat to the bed again. Luke nestled between his thighs and pressed soft kisses against his jaw toward his lips.

By the time Luke reached them, Mitchell was smiling almost too hard to kiss. “You…” he trailed off. He didn’t even know what to call him. “Fuck. Wow. Just… wow.”

Luke smirked. “Don’t think too hard,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his lower lip, then his upper lip. “Don’t want to pull something.”

“Fuck off,” Mitchell laughed, hugging Luke tighter as Luke’s arms closed tighter on either side of his shoulders. He rolled gradually onto his side and Luke followed, rolling onto his side and pulling his hips away only long enough to pull the condom off and toss it.

Then Luke pulled him in against his front, their bodies still burning and sweaty from the exertion. Mitchell didn’t give a crap. He wanted Luke pressed up tight against him, Luke’s softened cock nestling against his between their thighs, Luke’s tight stomach cozying up to his own softer one.

Luke seemed to want just the same because he slid one arm under Mitchell to keep him close, his other hand running slowly down Mitchell’s back.

The soothing touch made Mitchell close his eyes. He ignored his cold feet and sticky stomach in favor of the wonderful heat that ran down his spine and back up again.

“You’re very touchy,” Mitchell murmured.

Luke’s lips grazed against his forehead, then his cheek and lips. “Maybe.”

Mitchell was lazy with sleepy exhaustion. He didn’t even bother to ask if he should head back to his own apartment. Luke was holding him too close for him to wonder if that was what he wanted.

And Mitchell wanted to cuddle, too, so that worked. Luke pulled the blanket up over them both and Mitchell shifted his head against the pillow and Luke’s shoulder.

When he opened his eyes to glance sideways at Luke, Luke’s eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling deeply. Best of all, there was a quiet smile on his lips.

Mitchell’s chest felt like it was glowing hot enough to burn Luke as he smiled back at the dozing man. He couldn’t tear his eyes off that contented expression for a good minute or two as his own breathing steadied and his eyelids grew heavy.

Next time he closed his eyes, they stayed closed. The last image in his mind before sleep was Luke’s long lashes kissing the tops of his sharp cheekbones as his chest slowly rose and fell.

I
t was
easy to focus his thoughts on kicking the exact center of the punching bag, on jabbing short and sharp from his torso and not the air, and on keeping his weight shifting from foot to foot.

It had been weeks since Luke had felt so damn focused and passionate even in his morning warmups.

He’d woken early that morning, while Mitchell was still asleep. It had been the hardest fucking thing to pull himself out of Mitchell’s arms.

That was strange.

Luke hadn’t expected that to be such a problem. He’d figured he’d be distracted by Mitchell watching him, or by anticipating a date together, something like that. He had never felt reluctant to slip out of a man’s bed in the morning.

Mitchell had looked beautiful with his hair splayed against the pillow, his perfect lips lightly parted, the blanket down to his waist to reveal his slender form. He had a bit more muscle than he saw in himself—Luke could easily see the outlines of a nice body underneath. If he just worked it a bit more, Luke could tell he’d surprise himself at how fit he looked.

But as he was right now, Mitchell was fucking perfect. Luke hadn’t been lying when he’d said that. He just couldn’t believe Mitchell hadn’t been with another guy. He had to ask about that again.

His thoughts only served to focus him more on his training, so he could make the most of every minute he spent away from Mitchell.

That was why he was so shocked when Hugh stopped him before he could move to the resistance bands. “You can’t afford to be distracted.”

“What?” Luke crinkled his forehead, looking back and forth between the bands and Hugh. “I’m not.”

Hugh was silent as he watched him.

Luke felt annoyance spark in his chest. Hugh couldn’t use this damn line every day to motivate him, or it would wear off. He knew he was doing damn great this morning. Where was this coming from?

“I’m really not,” Luke added, his voice terser this time as he walked past Hugh. This time, Hugh didn’t stop him on his way to the bands.

Luke’s movements were sharper than normal for a minute or two before he cooled his jets. No use getting injured because he’d gotten himself worked up over something stupid.

After a couple sets, he paused to grab a bowl of yogurt and bring it downstairs. He perched on a table to watch the newbies work out in case they needed help. As he did, he scanned the gym for any sign of Mitchell. The office door was closed, so he was either in there working or out somewhere. He hadn’t seen him all day, which was a little unusual.

Was he avoiding him? Or was Luke just imagining things?

No, this was exactly what Hugh was talking about. With under two weeks remaining now, he had to keep his eyes on the prize.

Plus, if the fight didn’t go well…

Mitchell might not want him around.

Luke shuddered and pushed himself away from the table to bring the bowl back upstairs to his sink. On his way past Mitchell’s door, he paused, glancing under it, but there was no light or sound coming from the place.

Maybe he had realtor things to do today… somewhere other than here. He only had a week before he flew back to New York City to his real job.

Luke walked back down the stairs, pushing open the gym door. He jerked his chin in greeting to Butch and Alex, who were sparring playfully with Troy and James. All four of them acknowledged him with a nod or quick wave.

For the rest of the day, amongst his chatting, sparring, and training, Luke kept an eye on the apartment door and the hallway. He couldn’t keep a lookout all the time without attracting attention, but when he looked, he didn’t see Mitchell.

If he was busy, fair enough; so was Luke, with everything Hugh threw at him. He couldn’t hold it against Mitchell, even if it was the day after the best sex of Luke’s life.

I just hope he didn’t regret it.

The slight possibility Mitchell was straight and just fooling around with him, or that he’d just realized after that encounter that he was straight…

But no, he’d been
way
too into it last night.

Maybe he was coming out to himself.

When Hugh sucker-punched him in the stomach as he walked past, Luke had his wakeup call. Maybe he was just fine, and Luke needed to get his fucking mind off this and pay attention to his surroundings.