Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything

The gym was loud and active.

Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations.

Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now

Zach’s eyes found him across the room, he grinned that devastating, cocky smile and beckoned Noah over with two fingers.

“Come here, you.”

Noah barely had time to set his drink down before Zach pulled him into a tight crushing hug, lifting him slightly off the ground. Their bodies pressed together, hot and solid. Noah could feel Zach’s heart hammering fast from the adrenaline.

“You were incredible tonight,” Noah murmured against his shoulder.

Zach pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes dark and intense. “Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm.”

The party went on for hours, drinks kept coming nonstop. Zach stayed glued to Noah’s side the whole night, his heavy arm around Noah's shoulders, firm hand on his lower back. He was acting so possessive in a way that felt different from how he usually acted.

Finally, the crowd started to leave. Ryan walked out with a knowing look and the gym grew quiet.

Zach suddenly grabbed Noah’s wrist, his grip was tight. “Locker room. Now.”

Noah’s heart raced against his ribs as he followed. The moment the heavy metal door slammed shut behind them, the noise from the main gym became muffled. The locker room was dark, smelling of sweat, metal, and cheap soap.

Zach turned to him, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. His eyes raked over Noah like he wanted to eat him raw and alive.

“Fuck, Noah…” he growled.

Before Noah could even respond, Zach grabbed his shirt and slammed him against the cold metal lockers with a loud clang. Then, Zach’s mouth crashed into his with a desperate, devouring kiss.

The kiss was hard and hungry, there was nothing gentle about it

Zach’s lips were demanding and claiming. His tongue pushed into Noah’s mouth, tasting him deeply. Noah let out a soft moan, his hands flying up to grip Zach’s broad shoulders. Zach’s hard, muscular body pinned him completely against the metal, and Zach slide one thick thigh right between Noah’s legs.

“Been wanting this for so damn long,” Zach groaned against his lips. He bit Noah’s bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth.

His hands roamed aggressively, sliding under Noah’s shirt, gripping his bare waist, then moving down to squeeze his ass possessively. He ground his hips forward, letting Noah feel how hard he was. His thick cock rubbed insistently against Noah’s growing erection through their clothes.

Noah whimpered, his hips moving on their own, arching up into the touch. The friction felt like fire. Heat pooled heavy and tight low in his stomach. Zach completely took over, his mouth messy and wild, with the slow grind of his hips.

Zach’s hand slid up to grip Noah’s jaw, tilting his head for better access. The locker room was filled with the sound of their wet kisses and heavy, ragged breathing.

Noah was completely hard, leaking into his underwear, totally lost in the feeling of Zach’s huge body dominating over him.

For a few blissful minutes, the whole world disappeared and nothing else existed.

Then Zach frozed and suddenly pulled back, breathing like he had just run a marathon, his eyes wild with shock, lust and sudden fear

“Fuck…” he gasped, stepping back away from Noah, like he just touched fire. His chest heaved. “We can’t. Damn it, Noah… you’re my best friend.”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking torn and conflicted, before Noah could say a word, Zach turned around and stormed out of the locker room, leaving the door swinging back and forth behind him.

Noah stood there alone, his back was still against the lockers, his lips felt swollen and bruised, body aching with unmet need. His cock throbbed with an agonizing pain in his pants and his mind was spinning in circles.

What the hell had just happened?

And why did he want Zach to come back and do it again.

Noah touched his wet, aching lips, still tasting the whiskey and sweat from Zach’s mouth. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and it was a text from Zach: “Forget that happened.” But Noah looked down at his ruined pants and knew he never would.